We went on a family vacay when I was 10
to chill in the Grand Canyon and New Mexico
We stopped at a gift shop on an ‘Injun’ Reservation
and my parents encouraged me to buy ‘a bag of kewl looking rocks’
and a gadget called ‘a dream catcher.’
I asked the old Indian man behind the counter
‘What does this gizmo do?’
He said, ‘Hang this above your bed.
It shall capture all of the bad dreams + nightmares
and only let the chill-ass dreams in2 ur head
while u sleep.”
I thought this was ‘fucking stupid’
but my parents bought it anyways so that I would
have something to always remember our vacation.
I didn’t touch the dreamcatcher for years, but then
when I was going through a zany fashion era,
I decided 2 use it as a necklace
but part of me really started to believe that
this Indian gadget was really working.
My dreams were coming true
Was about to start school at a relevant design program in the city
Attending tons of cool shows
Hooking up with hi level members of the local scene
Reading tons of cool blogs every day
Finally feeling like my wardrobe was ‘complete’
Music was ‘free’ on the internet [via google search]
Everything just felt ‘right.’
If I just wore this dreamcatcher for the rest of my life,
none of my nightmares would manifest themselves.
I wouldn’t end up a mainstreamer in a desk job
I wouldn’t have a husband+kids who I resent
I wouldn’t gain weight + look old.
I would never die
The dreamcatcher had become a part of me
It protected me
It was more than just a zany accessory
It gave me hope, and it made me believe I could do anything.
The dreamcatcher kept me safe.
Don’t be afraid to dream.
There’s nothing wrong with ‘being a dreamer.’
