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)