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)