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)