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)