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)