Bob drew open the curtains to his bed, and there stood before him the spirit, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson.
"Are you the spirit whose coming was foretold to me?" Bob asked while staring at Dwayne's massive biceps.
"Yup, sure am." Dwayne said, casually.
"Well, let's get on with it, I guess." Bob said, completely oblivious to what was about to come. Dwayne took Bob's hand, and walked him to his bedroom door, and when they opened it, what Bob saw surprised him. Outside the door of his bedroom was not the rest of his house, but instead it was a large room he had never seen before, with the kids he saw from earlier standing in it.
Bob looked around and saw more, dirty children, in what he understood to be a child labor factory. They all looked starved. Bob then looked over to Dwayne, flexing his biceps. Man he looks good.
"Dwayne.. surely this scene has nothing to do with me, can't we just... go home and forget any of this ever happened?" Bob said hopefully.
"These boys, Bob, they worked their whole life for their families, ever since they were born. That car was a gift from their mother, before she died." Dwayne said to Bob "Assuming that these boys are rich just because of their car, was your second mistake.".
"My second mistake? Well, what was my first?" Bob asked.
"You'll find out." Dwayne said, ominously. Bob stared at Dwayne for a few more seconds, taking in his beauty. He then decided to look around, looking at what the children were making, clothing... a brand of clothing he wears a lot.
"How much longer?" A small boy groaned.
"Not too much longer, I promise." A taller boy said "But hey, the longer we work, the more money we get."
"Why do we still have to do this? I'm tired Johnathan. Dont we have enough?" the little boy asked
"Our mom needs it, Rhett. Have some pity." the older boy said with slight anger in his voice. The younger boy seemed to be defeated, and had no response.
"Dwayne... Where's the third boy? There were three boys in the crash." Dwayne pointed his finger to a corner across the room.
"That's him, Carter. He never really spoke to anyone, he was always in such despair, I guess he just never really saw the point in making friends. But that car, that car brought some light into his life, it made him so much happier, he finally started talking." Dwayne said. Bob looked at the poor boy, his eyes started to water.
"Take me away from this scene, I wish to go home now." Bob said. Dwayne nodded his head, and before Bob knew it, he was home.