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)