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)