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)