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)