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)