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)