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)