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)