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)