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)