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)