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)