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)