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)