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)