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)