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)