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)