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)