I once had a weird, scary dream. A witch was hunting and haunting me all night long. I tried to escape and I hopped on a bus that stopped close to me.
The witch followed me a bit like the ghost on the subway in the movie Ghost. I remember the number of the bus was 4.
In the end the which didn’t catch me as I woke up before.
The next morning I checked the numbers of buses in the city. There was no bus no. 4. It was a relief. The dream was really so vivid.
I told my story to a friend and he said: Bus no. 4? Interesting.
– It doesn’t exist, right?
– It actually does. At the time of Day of remembrance for the death it takes you to the cemetery.
Isn’t that a scary coincidence?