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)