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)