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)