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)