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)