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)