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)