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)