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)