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)