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)