mouse girl likes shoes          
                                          
                                      
                                          
 in this dream i  was  a  girl  of  maybe 
 sixteen years,  together  with my dad in 
 a  huge  bath house  /  spa  /  hotel  / 
 shopping centre.       dad was constatly 
 pointing out hot girls  to me.  "you see 
   that black-haired thing dissapearing   
 behind  the  clothes  rack?  oof!"  he'd 
 say.  he was  always very  creepy  about 
 this,   going    for   girls   my   age. 
                                          
 this night  he had just  tried to  woo a 
 girl he  called a  "mouse" by buying her 
 shoes,  but  she had accepted  them only 
 to run away  immediately afterward.  dad 
 was  a  bit   bummed   but  dropped   it 
 quickly. i  said  goodnight  to him  and 
       went looking for the mouse.        
                                          
 the  building was enormous and mazelike. 
 walls, floors  and pillars  were  set in 
 green marble. throughout the  house  ran 
 a  main  boulevard,  wide as  a  street, 
 framed with  clay vases dark as obsidian 
 and taller than a  person. in each  vase 
 was placed upright  a leaf  from  a palm 
 tree  or giant fern. the  boulevard  was 
 dimly lit, which allowed the pools  that 
   were generously sprinkled throughout   
   each floor would reflect suggestive    
          patterns on the marble.         
                                          
                                      
                                          
 following  the  boulevard, two floors up 
 i  found  her  crying  behind  two  fern 
 vases.  she  was  beautiful,  and  as  i 
 approached,  she looked up and sniveled. 
 in  the  nearest  vase she  had  stuffed 
             both the shoes.              
                                          
 i  told  her to  follow, but she  didn't 
 move or speak.  so  instead  i  said  to 
 stay there, and ran to get her a  better 
 pair of  shoes that  she  would actually 
 like.  when  i  returned,  having  spent 
 more than  i  could  really  afford, she 
 was visibly impressed. i tried  to sound 
 cool,  saying  something like  "what  do 
 you  think,  just because  a  girl has a 
 freaky  dad,  she  doesn't  have taste?" 
 but  mouse  girl  just  laughed  at  me. 
                                          
 she then took me by the  hand and led me 
 out  a  side   route   to  a  closed-off 
 rooftop walking garden,  full of juniper 
 and thuja. it was  a  late  evening, and 
     the stars were glittering. being     
 closed, the garden had its  light turned 
 off,  but  we could still  see  our  way 
 around by  the  light shining down  from 
 the  windows  of  the   higher   floors. 
                                          
 she lay down in  a patch of grass. i sat 
 down  on  my  knees,  and  then  crawled 
 closer.  she laughed  at  me again,  and 
                  said -                  
                                          
                                      
                                          
 (here i am awakened by the morning crew)