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)