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)