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.

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