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)