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)