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)