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)