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)