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)