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)