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)