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)