Rarely am I superstitious. I don't fear black cats, I easily kill spiders and if I spill salt I don't throw it over my shoulder.I do, however, strongly believe in dreamcatchers.
I am one of those people who does not sleep soundly. I thrash and I yell and I try to have conversations AND I have frequent nightmares.
Years and years ago my Dad bought me a dreamcatcher. I became obsessed with the legend and concept. Perhaps by the placebo effect, I had a HUGE reduction in bad dreams.
Proof positive? Last night, I went to bed early. I had wonderful dreams about my future for the first part of the night. Then, half way through the night I had a horrible dream about my current worst fear; something I am overwhelmingly worried about.
This morning Aaron and I went for a nice walk with the dogs. I told him about my first dream and then about the second. I often tell Aaron the details of my dreams, he is a great listener and offers his thoughtful perspective.
This morning he offered this.
"Halfway through the night the cats woke me because they had pulled your dreamcatcher down and were batting it around. I put it in your dresser drawer."
He never told me that it got knocked down, so it wasn't the placebo effect.
Superstitious? Nope. A believer? Oui.
2 comments:
I tell you, dreamcatchers have always worked for my kids! Zachary expecially...
Matter of fact, he had an awful nightmare last night. Maybe it is time to search out the dreamcather and hang it back up.
that's soooo cool!
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