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)