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)