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)