Yes, Mia notices

"You good, bro? You seem off," Mia asked, settling onto the couch beside Seth. She looked at him with concern, her brow furrowed as she adjusted her position.

"Yeah, I'm good," Seth replied, running a hand through his hair, clearly distracted. "Just had a really weird dream, and it’s been on my mind all day."

Mia’s cheeks flushed slightly as she fidgeted with her drink. "That's crazy. I had a weird dream too," She took a sip, avoiding his gaze.

"What happened in yours?" Seth asked, his curiosity piqued.

Mia's blush deepened. "Well, uh, let's just say it was a bit sexual in nature," She let out a nervous laugh, then downed the rest of her drink. "It was so vivid, like I can remember every detail, like it happened yesterday."

Seth's expression shifted, now more focused. "Mine was too, and it’s a bit of the same situation. I think… I’m starting to think it was real."

"That’s crazy," Mia replied, her voice shaky as she tried to process the idea.

"Let me guess," Seth continued, leaning in slightly, "A big house on Ashman Street? We were all invited in?"

Mia’s eyes widened, her face paling. "How... how do you know that?"

"Because," Seth said, his voice low, "My 'dream' started the same way. Then what? A house tour? Bathroom on the left, closet on the right, and a large bedroom at the end of the hallway?"

Mia's jaw dropped. "Ye-yeah... Then..." Her face flushed bright red as she processed what he was implying. "There’s no fucking way that was real."

"Hey, Aaron!" Seth called out across the room. Aaron, who had been leaning against the doorframe, glanced over, looking confused as he approached.

"What’s up?" Aaron asked, his tone casual but curious.

"Tell us," Seth said, shifting to face him, "Did you happen to have a dream last night?"

Aaron raised an eyebrow, then nodded. "Um, yeah, I did. It was pretty fucked up too. Why?"

"What was it about?" Seth asked, his gaze intense.

"It was about a big mansion or something, and, well, we got a tour and stuff," Aaron said, his voice trailing off, clearly uneasy about the whole conversation.

"On Ashman Street? Bathroom on the left, closet on the right, and a large bedroom at the end?" Seth asked, leaning forward in his seat.

"How the fuck... how the fuck do you know that?" Aaron asked, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"We all have the same memory," Seth said, his voice now firm. "I don’t think it was a dream."

Aaron looked at him, his face a mixture of confusion and skepticism. "Okay, but how? We all woke up in our own beds. How could that be possible?"

Mia chimed in, her voice shaky. "Obviously, they brought us back after we passed out there." She paused, looking down at her belly, her expression shifting to one of dread. "But if it was real, then..." Her voice faltered. "I’m pregnant, or at least I’m supposed to be. I shouldn’t be drinking," She set her drink down with a trembling hand.

"What are you guys talking about?" Claire’s voice came from the door, startling everyone. She and Dakota had just walked in, looking at the group with confused expressions.

"They’re all saying they had the same dream I did," Aaron explained, gesturing to the others.

"Dream?" Dakota asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You guys had a weird dream too?"

"Holy fuck, this can't be real," Mia said, her breathing quickening as she started to hyperventilate.

"Just calm down," Seth said, his voice soothing. He quickly got up and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. "Here, drink some water," He handed it to her, watching her carefully as she took slow, deep sips.

As Mia drank, Seth overheard Aaron explaining the "dream" to Claire. The look of shock spreading across their faces mirrored what he had felt earlier.

"Wait, wait," Claire said, her voice rising with disbelief. "You mean to tell me that we all had the same dream?"

"No," Seth said, shaking his head slowly. "I think it happened for real yesterday."

Claire’s face drained of color. "Oh, fuck," She glanced nervously at Aaron and Dakota, who were both blushing deeply. "That means… Oh my god, you two fucked each other!" Claire gasped, her eyes wide with fury. "What the fuck, Aaron? You cheated with my best friend?!"

Aaron's face reddened, but he stood his ground. "I... I didn’t mean to. You fucked five black guys in front of me before that!"

Claire's eyes narrowed, hurt flashing across her face. "I couldn't help it. I was under some sort of spell or trance, or something. It wasn’t my fault."

"Neither was it mine. We all were, I think," Aaron’s voice was low, regretful. "What the fuck kind of house was that? We gotta go back and confront that guy."

Seth noticed Mia, her face pale and tearful, staring off into the distance. She whispered to herself over and over, "I’m not ready to be pregnant. I’m not ready to be pregnant."

"I don’t think we can just show up," Seth said, his voice uncertain. "I’m not even sure the house exists anymore."

"Why?" they all asked in unison, their faces filled with confusion.

"Because," Seth said, looking down at his phone, "when I searched for it online, there’s a for sale sign there. It’s just an empty lot."

"What are you talking about? Are you sure you were looking in the right place?" Dakota asked, her skepticism evident.

"I’m positive," Seth replied. "But I guess we could always walk there and see. We all remember where it was."