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)