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)