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)