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)