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)