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)