dream catcher

When most people bring to mind a dream catcher they think of catching the bad dreams. Weeding out the good from the bad. That’s the Native American’s reasoning for making them.
The bad dreams cannot pull through the interlacing of the dream catcher. Their sinister ways are no match for the ubiquitous strings. Dream catchers are meant to be excruciating for the malignant imaginings-of-the-night.
Satisfactory dreams are meant to reverberate throughout everyone’s lives. So, they pass freely through the feathers, not staying long enough to perish in the day light. As dream catchers thwart the besieging nightmares, people’s minds can succumb to the sanctuary of sleep.
Nightmares have afflicted my sleep for years upon years. They tend to ascend upon me on the worst of times, then respite when they feel my mind has been emaciated quite breathtakingly.
When I become fretful that the night-horrors will continue to surge upon my sleep, I become malnourished of sleep. Tranquility is something that I beg for.
Sleep is remote. The Sandman works at the privation of my slumber. Tossing and turning in my bed, all night long. What could I possibly do to end such atrocious tendencies?
I will keep a dream catcher on me at all times. I am going to be the harbinger in my own life.
When I get the tattoo of a dream catcher on my skin, the nightmares will seize. I don’t believe they will be over entirely. There will simply be less of a reason for them to enter my body, because when the sun comes up in the morning the nightmare will expire. While the lovely dreams will slip smoothly into the abyss, simply to touch the lives of others.