Who Burst That Red Balloon?

Anticipating a similarly eventful night's projections I prepared myself for sleep mode in the same way as the previous night. Only to awaken this morning 'disappointed'. Indeed the only 'event' of any merit was receiving the facsimile of a burst balloon in my consciousness; my mind filled with the sound.

Simultaneously with the sound of the balloon being burst, I 'witnessed' a young child, with black hair, to my left, handling a red balloon then bursting it. The 'blast' from the balloon's burst was concurrent with the sound entering my consciousness.