No more melted chocolate before bed?

I woke up to the sound of my rapid breathing at midnight.  I had experienced the worse dream I’ve had in a long time.  It began in a theatre or some sort of venue where I was one the privileged few to see some sort of live performance.  At the end of the show the auditorium filled with circus acts who were practicing as people left.  I was alone but I don’t think I had been.  It was then amongst the carnival folk that I saw my friends middle child.  She was an easily distracted little girl with no supervision in sight.  It became my instant responsibility to reunite her with her mother.  My car was no where around so once I finally pulled the girl away from the unicycles and people on stilts we had no other option but to walk.  We walked up and down hills on an unpaved road surrounded by corn fields.  At some point I acquired a flat bed cart and convinced the child to stay with me by getting her to pretend she was surfing on this cart.  The hills became more aggressive until we crested the last peak from then on it was mostly down hill.  It became too difficult for me to hold on to the cart and it was more or less pulling me down the hill.  I did all I could to steer the cart.  A machine built like a garbage truck was in the road facing us and moving forward as we came upon the first trees we’d seen on our trip.  It had a large armature in front with a huge circular saw blade.  In the back of the vehicle it had legs and arms for leverage and stability, with some sort of main goal of clearing fallen trees from obstructing the road.  The machine came to a monstrous halt and I moved us out of the way from colliding with it as we passed.  The spinning wheels on the cart made it hard to maneuver and we came close to the rear of the vehicle just as the hill had leveled off.  Stopping the cart I noticed Rynn had jumped up and grabbed a hold a part of the machine until she monkey’ed her way deep into the mechanism.  The reason the truck stopped was because it was ready to clear some debris and the machine began to back towards a tree trunk in the road.  I couldn’t reason with the girl to get out of there, she dangled her legs and swung them while she sang to herself, smiling the whole time.  I ran to the front of the vehicle that’s when I heard the hydraulics and the cracking noises.  I beat the glass begging him to stop but it was a process  that couldn’t be interrupted once it had began.  I woke up thankful that it had been dream but horrified by how real the situation seemed to be and how futile it was to try to save her.  Her tiny body crushed into so much wooden debris.  There wasn’t anytime for her to scream before the air was pushed out of her.  It was horrible.  I couldn’t catch my breath.  I couldn’t think of anything else.  It was terrifying.