Dream Catcher

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By Melisse.
Remembering dreams. I cherish the times they stick with me, lodge themselves in the corner of my brain that transfers the images from sleep to awake. I took a class once about how to remember and interpret dreams. It helped, but takes practice to keep it up. Mostly those juicy, vivid images, those fanciful, creative stories I tell myself, evaporate as quickly and dependably as a drop of water on a hot metal pan. I try to hold on, mull them over, stash them in a place where I can enjoy them again. Relish, draw, write them down, share them with others. But most often my dreams fly out the window, dissipate into thin air. I have no choice but to let them go. UNLESS! UNLESS I sleep outside!... in our tent or under the stars. It works nearly every time. Like magic. I love these times. I love sleeping in our tent. It’s a cozy cocoon. It’s a dream catcher.

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Comments

[Jill]

Quito
Hey Guys! That rolling hills that go all the way to the Pacific are just beautiful! My favorite picture is of Quito sleeping in he tent. She looks like a content cotton puff!