This dream is truly strange.
Aaron Ray looked up at the ceiling, no leakage; turned his head to look outside, neither wind nor rain.
Where did the water come from?
He raised his arm and sniffed lightly, a whiff of muddy smell.
Aaron Ray frowned, got up, and went to the bathroom—the toiletries inside had been completely cleared out, not even a towel was left.
He showered with clean water, then returned naked and dripping, without a change of clothes, he could only wait for the clothes he had been wearing to dry before putting them back on.
Feeling irritable, he instinctively wanted to smoke, but upon taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he remembered that the cigarettes were wet and couldn't be lit.
Aaron Ray let out a long sigh, feeling dejected, downcast, bewildered…
