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)