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)