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)