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)