A Lost Carnival

You stumble through a forest.
Not sure where you are going, or why you are here.
You see a clearing.
In the clearing you see a Ferris wheel.
A very old, rusty Ferris Wheel.

As you keep walking, you see rides from a carnival that was left behind.
This is a beautiful, lost scene, at least it is to you.
You walk around a little more and somehow come across the name of the carnival.
It's something you couldn't even try to pronounce or read.
The name basically looks like another language to you.

That's when you jolt up from your bed.
It had all been a dream.
The forest with the clearing showing you the way to the carnival was just a dream.
But how could it have been a dream?
It seemed so real, like you were actually there.

You want to find the carnival.
Yet, you remember that you couldn't read the carnivals name.
You can picture the setting exactly like it was in the dream.
You feel that you have been there before.
Why did you feel like you had an attachment to this carnival?

Had you been there before?
Was the carnival a place where your parents took you when you were younger?
Or did the dream mean something else?
Were you going to stumble across the beautiful, lost scene of the carnival?
You may never actually know.