Dream Journal
I was at a carnival or amusement park with my cousin Misti. We walked through booths of games and came to the section of the park with all the rides.
We were up on a hill and I could see a giant water ride that I desperately wanted to go on. I had a vague memory of being on this particular ride (I know I have dreamt of it a few times). But the ride was shut down for an indefinite period.
We got onto another ride. While the ride was stopped with us at the very top, I dropped my hardback book. I watched in slow motion as it fell, opening and hitting pieces of the ride every few seconds. I was amazed that the book was not getting tore up from the fall. Just before it hit the ground safe it hit one last gear; this last hit tore many of its pages out as well as separating the back cover from what was left.
I was sad that my book was ruined.