“To dream is to awake and to awake is to sleep”…
I’ve read that somewhere and for whatever reason that quote has always stuck with me, I really don’t know what it means or who even said it but the words resonate with my soul. Excuse the theatrics, I was a theater kid so I’ve always had a lingering for some grand entrance. As the title suggest my wife’s new dreamcatcher has completely devastated my sleep cycle, it’s every night, I get a new glimpse into a horrid reality that I which I could avoid. I never believed in spells or curses, definitely not a dream catcher, when my wife first suggested we get one I couldn’t help but scoff; something I could tell bothered her. Though, I didn’t want to hurt her feelings so I toned it down accepting that this was something she needed since she started having the most dreadful nightmares. Each night she would wake up practically screaming, trapped in a state of unconsciousness, always staring at the mirror on our dresser. Sometimes it would take me several shakes to snap her out of her delusion, once awake she quickly would jump into my opening embrace; me stroking her long brown hair to calm her. At first I didn’t mind the night terrors since usually it ended with intimate time after she calmed, but after months of it I felt exhausted, sleep deprived to the point of napping on the job; something my boss was…
