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)