I once dreamt that I was volunteering in some kind of fair. Not the kind where there's carnival games but the kind that give out flyers and informational brochures. I don't remember any of the other booths but the one i was in was ran by an old man with greying hair, that was wearing a green apron. I was also wearing the same green apron to match the theme of our booth, which was something about the earth. I remember that at one point the old man went off somewhere eles leaving me in charge of the booth when i suddenly get a dreadful feeling about the place im at. Something about the booth i w
