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Everyone needs a dreamcatcher

by Marie Fletcher

Leoti, Kan.

“Dream when you’re feeling blue … dream, that’s the thing to do …” The words to an old song called “Dream” by Johnny Mercer, have much to say to our subconscious minds. Once considered messages from the gods, dreams now are more often seen as reflections of personal experiences and emotions. In dreams, anything can happen. Dreams are symbolic and hard to unravel. Even in our sleep, our mind contains a lifetime of memories, desires, and ideas that can affect the content of our dreams.

Some Native American tribes design dream nets or dreamcatchers. A circle of twigs containing webbing with a hole in the middle, decorated with bright beads and colorful feathers make dreamcatchers an object of beauty. Their job is to sift dreams ” catching the bad dreams in the web and letting good dreams pass through the center hole.

Today, attractive dreamcatchers are found in souvenir shops. My third-grade grandson has a dreamcatcher hanging in the window of his bedroom. He is convinced it works. His 15-year-old sister made that one as she is intrigued by the artistry of the craft.

This spring, my daughters, their children, and I took a walk in a familiar area of a beautiful state park. We were surprised to find that it no longer looked familiar ” hard rains and flooding during the previous summer had completely changed the area’s appearance. What had been a dirt road was now a dry, sandy stream bed, no longer passable by vehicle. New growth, wild grapevines and willows sprouted in the sand. We followed new channels cut by raging water in low places. One of these channels brought us to ruins of native stone buildings we had never seen before.

As we marveled at our discovery and the changes in the wilderness area, my grandson remarked that when we left the main road, it was like slipping through the hole of a dreamcatcher into an unknown land where all is mystery and fascination.

With a sparkling lake visible through grandfather cottonwoods, surrounded by picturesque bluffs and rugged canyons, we inhaled the sweet fragrance of wild plum blossoms. Our spirits soared to the dome of a turquoise sky. We left troubles and worries behind, caught in the imaginary web of the “dreamcatcher.”

With the setting of the sun, we reluctantly retraced our steps to the point of beginning, and back through the hole to reality. There are special places, like this park, for each of us ” a balm for the soul. Now and then, we need to find them and slip through the hole in the dreamcatcher to walk into a place of peace and, “dream, dream, dream …”


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