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)