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Dream catcher




. Dream Catcher

She awoke from her dream,
a male voice saying, "I thought
our mothers' always won."

            Above is the only snippet of information I can remember from a recent dream I had. It at first sounded like the male voice or someone I knew, from high school or below. Now however, I can't place it. Maybe it's to remind me that my mother has always fought for me, and she will continue to win every war.
            I collect dream catchers, I've always wondered whether they really work. Several years ago now, I was searching through some of my personal items and I found a legend about dream catchers on some stationary. It was a legend out of South Dakota. To quickly paraphrase, it said that the person's nightmare is held in the web of the dream catcher. Then, the dream or nightmare parishes in the early morning light.


Prompt credit: http://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/

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