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)