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)