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)