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)