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)