I have a recurring dream. I am a child. I am on the beach at my grandparents' camp on Lake Superior's Little Traverse Bay. Grandma has set out my laundry basket of beach toys and I stand at the water's edge and play with them. I'm mesmerized by a plastic blue boat and keep pushing it along the shoreline. Suddenly I look up and realize the wind has changed. What was once an onshore wind has now turned offshore. All of my toys, once kept at the shoreline by the wind, are now being blown out into the Lake. I try to wade in and grab some, but the wind is too strong and it pushes the toys out farther. I step onto the beach and look into the bay. It is filled with my toys, but I can't get to any of them. I turn to the camp and try to scream. Nothing comes out of my mouth. I wake up.