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)