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)