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)