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)