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)