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)