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)