I had a dream of a dude, about 35-40 y-o, blond, tan, thin and muscular. He had two kids with him, one he held on his right side who was too young to walk, the othe being older and walking on his own.
He was following some red fabric through his house, there was a surprise at the end of it a paper said.
I can still recall his smile, and now it gets dreadful.
The red fabric took him outside on a beach (paradisiacal settings) to find his third child, seemingly aged between the two others, dead in the ocean. The fabric was tied to the child's leg.

This dream bothers me because it was far more realistic than my average dream.