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)