The diner's neon sign creaked and swayed in the wind, casting an eerie glow on the young man's face. Joe leaned in, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.

"I...I'm just trying to figure some things out," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Sounds like you're trying to decipher a message from your subconscious," he said. "Maybe it's related to something in your waking life?"

As the hours passed, the diner's patrons began to dwindle, until only the young man and Joe were left. The owner, noticing his lone customer, decided to strike up a conversation.