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)