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)