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)