When sweet morning dawns giving dreamcatcher sight, the bad dreams flee unable to survive in light
Dream catchers are the magic trick to capturing your nightmares or so they say Caught like flies in a spindly web, guiding you to the morning when you've lost your way Hope it's gone for good Not to return in the coming nights Setting them free, never to return to that fight
They never say how to empty them or release the dreams, so I make a mosaic or poem out of it to set them free
Dream catchers attempt to make you feel better to sleep Don’t hesitate to worry if you try and peek No matter how long No matter how short Your beautiful nightmare Will get trapped and restored Waking up slightly confused But yet wanting more
Let the cobwebs do its job For when you fall asleep at night Your dreams will be caught, and not lost
Wrote most of this myself, but some sections are from others who commented on my let’s collaborate post. Shoutout to those who commented. Add onto this if you would like, let’s see this write take off and take flight!
Netted on the outside Dreams pass through the inside. The good dreams seep the center, The bad dreams are caught: DO NOT ENTER! The sleeper with eyes shut, Protected by the dreamcatcher And selected by the buy-snatcher, Slumbers in peace When all is at ease Around the dreamcatcher police. Reality is still But the mind is awake And sleep is at stake. Eyes cannot detect What the dreamcatcher does, It only sways in the midst of a glance. But the dreams that pass the glass dividing atmospheric gas Cannot be seen, touched, heard. Dreamcatchers have a radar That no being does. The dreams charge at once! WOOOOSH. Not a dream is heard Caught in the dreamcatcher grid, But the good ones Keep clean the REM zones. Native-American tradition I will surely petition.
I have two dreamcatchers in my room; I love the culture, tradition, and protection they offer!
She would come With the Whispers of the dark. Would witness, The flowers barking And branches fighting Would see, The leaves of the maple Laughing on my fears Gossiping about my dream They would steal hope Every night from my soul And I'd be left in the dark But her hand Full of warmth and love Would caress my cheeks And I , for she is too gentle Would hold her tight She then would make my Nightmares turn into day dreams She would turn black into rainbow And make me taste ecstasy For she is My dream catcher
Throughout our lives we've been told by these old souls that dreamcatchers are to protect against terrors. It's a shame we believe this lie that something so beautiful collects evil, what a sad misunderstanding, just human error. How unfortunate that even though the name of the thing spells out its nature, we throw logic aside until the truth is severed. We use the term 'dream catcher,' yet try to deny it's offering to catch all of the good dreams forever. They exist for you & I, so let's recognize the blessing they were sent to be; if we learn to trust, they will become supporters of our divine identity -