ツンもデレもねえよ

For some reason, I was Ms. Kurogane (lower right here), except my advances on Ms. Mudō (upper left) were stepped up to the point that I would have preferred (stupid mainstream magazine serials . . .). We apparently were living in a dorm centered around a very tall square shaft with a (squared-off) spiral staircase, where I enjoyed jumping down the open center. I arrived home one night to find Ms. Mudō dressed in a French maid outfit (not the more conservative Japanese type she wore in Book 6, since this is Ms. Hayashiya's one work without cheesecake . . .), with the word "tsun-dere" (very appropriate for her, unlike most of my dreams about charas) tattooed(?) on her left leg. My comment on this fact elicited a typical response from the left side of the last panel of a chapter in the premier tsun-dere yuri series.

For some reason, I later went on to ride a large cartoon carnosaur on its escape from the paleontology museum/labo. I proceeded to jump long distances across campus. I also stomped the baseball team in true Mario/Yoshi style, claiming that yakyū was a worthless sport when compared to hoshi-tori, or some such. (A good proportion of the Tenchi Gakuen story arc was in Japanese. I don't know what baseball has to do with anything, as I don't remember it ever even being mentioned in the series, except in the hyōshi-ura for Book 4.

A complete change of pace put my(real?)self and my brother in an American neighborhood, perhaps one of the older ones near downtown. We were walking around in the streets doing something, but I don't remember what for the life of me.

I also finally realized that, since it inevitably gives free shipping for any lucky-number order, YesAsia.com is significantly cheaper than amazon. (Sadly, unlike some good ideas that I've had, that wasn't part of the dream.)