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)