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)