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)