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)