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)