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)