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)