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)