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)