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)