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)