Stories About Dream Catchers Novels & Stories

“I was out, but I still wasn’t free. I have night terrors and can’t control them in my sleep. I didn’t want anyone else getting hurt. I didn’t want to feel like a monster. It’s the same dream night after night. It was what convinced me to run. I need to find that place in my dream. I needed to know if it was real. I didn’t allow myself to sleep at first. I just kept moving. I found an old junkyard. There was metal everywhere, so I put together something with the hope of getting a little bit of sleep before I continued. It wasn’t done very well, so when I woke up, I had to put out the fire that had escaped in my sleep. Luckily, no people were around, but it gave me the idea of the box. I used

Gabriella and Eloisa don’t seem to care less, for all they wanted was to see Zeke above the moon and stars. Does Mom still love Dad? Or if she does, is there still a chance that they’ll come back together? I can still picture them together, exultantly married, even in my dreams. I purposely bought a dreamcatcher at a souvenir shop at Majia, pinned it atop my bed’s ceiling, hoping I can see our whole family living under one roof again, jamming into 80’s rock.

Wisnu handed me a brown wooden box with beautiful carvings. "What's this?" "A few days before he died, he ordered this from my brother who sells custom handmade goods, it was just made yesterday," said Wisnu with a sad look. No, I don't want to cry, I can't cry. I opened the box slowly. My smile widened seeing the very beautiful brown dream catcher. I complained to him several times because I often had nightmares in my sleep. And he ordered this right away? There is our name engraved on it. "Thank you," I said slowly.

In fact, the box was the heavy part. I lifted the lid and found there was a beautiful dream catcher sitting inside. I smiled weakly as it picked it up and held it up in front of me. It was a white dream catcher, laced and handmade. There were decorative feathers attached as well as beads and different pieces of coloured string. It was wonderful. I grinned and looked to the two grandparents in the room. They were busy looking at Wesley and Jason open their gifts, but I made note to thank them after. "Hey, that's cool," Liam mumbled to me. His hand squeezed my thigh and I smiled. I would definitely hang it up.

My eyes try to make out the different colors of the wolf mural that is painted up there, but sadly, the dim orange light of the bed lamp is not bright enough to reach it. “Sleep, Cara,” Dane whispers. “I want to watch you sleep.” I know I should not smile, but I do it anyway. “It is the other way round, Dane. Dreamcatchers don't sleep. The nightmare will crawl back in if I do.” His warm breath tickles my neck as he exhales deeply. “I don't think so. You are a different kind of dreamcatcher.” My smile widens. I am really tempted to just steal a glance at him, just a glance.