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)