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)