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)