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)