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I'd never seen the young woman before.

Was she the young woman buried or just a creation of my imagination?

Did the tire puncture of the bus have anything to do with her?

I didn't know then.

"Hey Sam. Did you have a good dream?" Bobby, who was sitting beside me, nudged me and sneakily asked.

"No, why?" Knowing that he was most likely up to no good, I lied and asked.

"I dreamt that I was back in the VIP room, with all the gals grinding on me.

"A young woman stood outside the room, said thanks, and left.

"If only she'd stayed and ground with me." Bobby rubbed his hands gleefully.

As usual, I rolled my eyes at him but was surprised that he also had an odd dream about the young woman.

Sometimes, these supernatural things can't be easily explained by science.

But since both of our dreams were wonderful experiences and the young woman thanked us, I wasn't too worried about it.