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)