While on vacation, I ate cheese before bedtime. Then I had the following nightmare.
A roadside attraction - a recreated pioneer boomtown - that lures families and then conspires to separate children from their parents.
Distractions abound. A trailing ribbon on a lady's bonnet, the blacksmith's anvil, the clomp of boots along the boardwalk, a spinning weathervane, a face in the window of an empty church.
Something about the place feels wrong. A heaviness in the air. A peripheral disturbance.
Stay close, you tell them. They promise they will.