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)