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)