Dreamers logs

Diner Dreams

In one of my dreams, I was clocking out of my fishing job. Ursis, the fuzzy hypno devil himself, grabbed my shoulder and, as usual, hypnotized me with his fur.

"Grub's on me," he muttered, his typical stern expression in place. Reluctantly, though I knew I had no choice, I followed him to a cheesy 60s diner bathed in glowing yellow and pink lights flashing the name BeeFries. Stupid name... I thought to myself as we entered and slid into a booth. The red leather seats looked too pretty, almost annoyingly pristine. Everything about this place felt too perfect. And the irony? They only served fried food, everything fried except for the burgers.

"So... why the date, boss?" I pried, teasingly.

"We're not on a date," he growled, more annoyed than usual. His sharp eyes locked onto the waiter as he handed over the menu, pointing to something on it without even glancing at me. I hadn't even ordered yet, but it seemed like he had already made up his mind for both of us.

"Then why are we here?" I leaned in, smirking recklessly. "You know I don't even need to eat in dreams, right?"

"Because I want to take you out," he responded flatly, his eyes glued to his phone. His face seemed unusually flushed, but I wasn't sure. Was he... embarrassed?

The waiter returned with two plates. Burgers, of course, accompanied by fries and glass-bottled sodas. I hadn't seen cola in a glass bottle in ages. I picked up a fry, dipped it in ranch, and popped it into my mouth happily. Ursis, of course, gave me a disapproving glare, putting his phone away.

"Don't you dare skip the main course," he growled.

I stifled a laugh and obliged, biting into the burger. It was surprisingly good, the rich and savory taste lingering in my mouth even after waking up.

"Despite your shitty attitude... you look nice today," Ursis said, his voice surprisingly soft before taking a big, exaggerated bite of his own burger, revealing his slightly yellow teeth.

I couldn't help but mock him. "Aww, thank you. I love it when you treat me like shit, then compliment me, and then treat me like shit again."

He nearly choked on his food, coughing slightly, and his face definitely turned red this time.

"Shut up and eat your food."

I grinned and kept eating, but the air between us felt thick with awkward tension. He kept staring at me, his intense gaze making me feel like I was under a spotlight. Trying to ease the moment, I looked around and noticed a jukebox in the corner. An idea popped into my head, and my eyes lit up with excitement.

Without saying a word, I stood up and made my way toward it. But just as I reached out to touch the jukebox, Ursis grabbed my arm, his grip firm.

"Where are you going?" His voice was low, and something about it sent a chill down my spine.

I turned back with a smile, brushing off the uneasy feeling. "Jukebox. I'm gonna play us a song." I gestured toward the glowing machine.

His grip softened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of relief on his face. "Oh..." was all he managed to say, his voice softer than usual. He let go of my arm, and I sauntered over to the jukebox. As I scanned through the songs, one title jumped out at me-Get Fucked by Mustard Service. It felt like a perfect choice for the ridiculousness of this moment.

I dropped a quarter into the machine, and soon, the song echoed throughout the diner. The upbeat, quirky tune lifted my spirits, and I couldn't help but hum along as I returned to my seat.

"You piss me off," Ursis muttered, biting into his fries.

"And why's that, boss?" I teased, still enjoying the music as I took another bite of my burger.

"Because I'm supposed to be hypnotizing you, not the other way around," he grumbled, his eyes narrowing. But there was something playful in his tone that made me smile.

"I won't tell anyone," I whispered back, the sarcasm dripping from my voice.

He smirked and scoffed, leaning back in the booth. "Good."

We ate in relative silence for a while after that, the soft sound of the song playing in the background as we focused on our meals. But the tension between us felt lighter now, almost... comfortable. The once-irritating atmosphere of the diner seemed to fade into a strange warmth.

Suddenly, he broke the silence. "I don't usually do this, you know."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do what?"

"Take anyone out. It's... weird."

I glanced at him, surprised. Ursis wasn't the type to open up like this. I didn't even know what to say. "Weird?"

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding my gaze. "I... don't mind your company."

Before I could respond, Ursis suddenly stood up, his large frame casting a shadow over the table. "Come on," he said, his voice firm yet gentler than before. "Let's go."

I frowned, still holding my soda bottle. "Where are we going?"

He didn't answer right away, just turned toward the door. "Somewhere better than this."

Curiosity piqued, I quickly finished the last bite of my burger and followed him out into the neon-lit street. For the first time in a long while, I didn't question the strangeness of the dream.

We walked together in comfortable silence until we reached the edge of a pier. The ocean stretched out before us, reflecting the night sky above. It was peaceful, the only sound being the soft crashing of the waves.

Ursis leaned on the railing, staring out into the distance.

I smiled softly, standing beside him. "It's beautiful."

He nodded but didn't say anything. The silence between us wasn't awkward anymore; it was nice, almost comforting.

After a few minutes, he turned to me, his eyes softer than I'd ever seen them. "You're pathetic, Bonnabel."

I laughed at the sudden insult. "Thanks, boss."

I leaned on the railing next to him. Maybe... just maybe, we were both learning something new.

And then, just as I was about to ask him questions, the dream began to fade...