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)