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)