I was walking through a prairie full of knee-high green grass. The sun was a buttery yellow and tiny clear blue rain drops were falling here and there. Suddenly, a red and yellow striped circus tent appeared. It felt like something was pulling me to the tent, so I walked towards it. I kneeled as I approached where the tent met the grass. I stuck my right arm down to pull up the tent, but instead my hand fused into the tent material. I fell to my back and scrambled to get away from the tent. The harder I pulled, the tighter the tent material became. There was a loud clonking, like a giant cog was being turned, causing the tent to get tighter and tighter. At this point my entire right arm, part of my right leg, and part of my right side had fused into the tent and was now yellow and red canvas. I was flailing my remaining limbs and screaming for help when I looked up and realized that I was pulling down my vision and retreating into it.