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)