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)