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)