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)