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)