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)