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)