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)