Last night I was tucking Sage into bed. He reached up, grabbed his dreamcatcher, and proceeded to give it a few good whacks.
I asked him what he was doing.
“I’m cleaning out the bad dreams so that there will be room for some more,” he said.
I didn’t ask where the old ones went. I imagined them, dried and shriveled, floating to the floor to be vacuumed up later.
are YOU the Michelle that sends people to other peoples blogs?
You’ll have to buy this special vacuum attachment from me first. I’ll give you a discounted rate, because you’re cool.
I love dreamcatchers, and Sage’s idea is a good one!
I could have used one of those last night. I had the craziest nightmare where demons were trying to get into the house. I just hate it when that happens!