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)