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)