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)