Dense fog surrounds us as we walk towards..., I'm not sure what the attraction is. A carnival or fair seems likely, that's just my guess though. I'm holding the hand of a small child as we walk through the mist. After
a flash of bright light blinds me, the hand slips from mine. Frantically I search, knowing like Tom Cruise in
Minority Report that my child is gone. Over and over my son or daughter screams 'Daadddyyyyy' in a shrill petrified voice which is when I usually wake,
dripping with inconsolable sweat.