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)