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)