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)