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)