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)