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)