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)