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[ellenmillion]

Nightmares last night.

I had forgotten when the fair started, it was already well into the first day when I remember - I hadn't set up my tent, or packed, or stocked, or anything, and was in a mad panic. I remember kneeling near some spilled icecream, begging my mother for help, saying, "Don't let me do this alone again." She seemed indifferent*.

I woke up weeping and drenched in sweat.

I'm so glad this is my last year at this.



*ETA: I'd like it noted that my parents have been supportive of my pursuits. Baffled, and I think they always wondered why I never grew out of the fantasy kids stuff, but if I had ever needed their help, I think I would have gotten it.

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[pseudopagan.livejournal.com]

I remember thinking that about your parents, way back when, that they seemed like nice people who had very little idea what to make of us strange people and the things we were into.