[Juneberry]

"Sitting on a giant gum ball?" He looked up at the top bunk again, pondering the very thought. "I've never had quite such an interesting dream. Sounds nice to have such a unique one like that. My most memorable dreams are getting rammed by...well...Rams." He chuckled a bit- those counted more as memories then as dreams, but they did tend to come in his sleep as well. Rams just happened to hate him. "Don't know if you could believe how strong one of those fellas are."

Sayaku dug through his bag with one hand, finding an old piece of paper with a poorly drawn music staff. On it was a tune of peculiar and uncommon note structures, and a title written on the top in his native tongue. "I dream about music sometimes. When I remember the tune, I write it down... Though sometimes I'm in a rush when I do, so it looks pathetic like this one." He chuckled, holding out the written notes. "I tend to just name them 'dream tune one' or 'dream tune two' unless the dream involves a title."