Thankfully he had started buying his pajamas loose fairly early on. While being caught in polka dot print was certainly embarrassing, Kazuo was more inclined to be indifferent on the matter. After all, it was just a dream wasn’t it? 

He walked the shoreline about thirty yards to close the distance and meet the group of people his imagination must have conjured. None of which, interestingly enough were in his class as far as he was aware of. He had seen them around, though. He had specifically avoided making eye contact with the one girl, as he had heard rumors of her being a bit cruel and, he was sure the girl with the prosthetic limb was a first year. Odd choices to pick as friends to take with you on a vacation. But then again, dreams were a bit odd themselves. 

[color=8dc73f]“I go to Yakuharai High,”[/color] he said, beaming at the underclassman. It was nice to see that he wasn’t the only one in his pajamas.  However, shortly after opening his mouth he was cut off by the other girl. Shrinking back he stayed quiet as she chipped in, eyes wide at the colorful suggestions and the not so subtle jab at the first year’s condition. Not having the courage to say much, he simply tried to change the subject back to something a bit more peaceful and relevant. 

[color=8dc73f]“It’s a bit weird we’re all having the same dream isn’t it?”[/color] he asked, arms folding at his stomach. Maybe it was possible this was a side effect of the machine? Maybe it just made everyone within the dream seem aware as well. That had to be it. Being in the same dream with another person was impossible wasn't it?