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)