I finished The Dome. Nightmares tonight.
Reminds me of...Click to see Spoiler:a short story I read long, long ago about a little boy playing marbles. Inside the ring were marbles the color of our planets. He is just about to hit the blue one outside the circle when his mother calls him to dinner. In other words, we do not control our own fate, much less have a fate to control. Children are capricious.