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)