Sweet dreams, I told him as we said our goodnights.
No thank you. I don’t want to have any dreams.
Only good dreams, I told him and flipped off the light.
Flip. He turned it back on.
How do I make that happen? he asked.
I stayed a few more minutes and told him the story of the dreamcatcher.
Mom, can we get one of those catchers tomorrow?
On a walk to the park we found what we needed:
– A long flexible stick
– Evergreen (just for decoration)
– Feathery white plumes
The rest we had on hand:
– Twine to secure the stick
– Colorful beads
– Stretchy string for the web
Twenty minutes later we had our homemade dreamcatcher to hang in the window.
The next morning I asked him what kind of dreams he had.
No bad ones!
Then he raced to see if there was a fire breathing dragon or other scary animal caught in its web.
They’re not there. I think a magic spider must have come and eaten them already, he determined.