Akemi, displaying her extensive knowledge of fashion, had ended up with the plainest clothing possible. Grey skirt, white shirt, black cardigan... it was obvious she held no desire to make herself look appealing to the eye - after all, she was only going shopping for food and miscellaneous items, so why even dress up?
Leaving the house with a small frown, Akemi tried to forget the dream once again. It was so damn irritating, the way it constantly lingered in her mind like an important memory or something. Dreams were pointless and stupid! Especially re-occurring ones! And very especially the ones that made her feel guilty for... actually, why was she feeling guilty?

She could remember featureless mannequins or whatever those were, stepping forward and picking up playing cards (they were playing cards, right? Meh, whatever). There were also quite a few that hadn't stepped forward, herself included. Why did she regret that? What was there to regret? It wasn't anything important, regardless of the dream's presentation.

...Akemi couldn't shake off that feeling of guilt, no matter how much she rationalised it. Ugh, the sooner homework got started, the better.