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)