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Last night I dreamed I went back to the Ren Faire as a reader. It was compelling. It brought back memories of friendships and spiritual services. As the dream ended, drifting in that hazy realm between slumber and light, I thought about contacting my old reader friends and going back to the Faire. Then I woke up. There is no way I could handle eight consecutive weekends of nine-hour days anymore. I’ve been hit by at least three significant health issues since 2009, the last year I worked at the Faire. I haven’t even been able to visit the site in the past three years. That phase of my life is over. But oh, the seductiveness of dreams…