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)