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)