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)