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)