I bought a dreamcatcher over the summer when we went to Cherokee, North Carolina for vacation and I don’t think it works.
I mean, I know it’s superstitious and all, but for a while, it did work…and then it stopped working. My whole family up north had one when they were younger, like when I was young enough to sit in my grandparents’ lap.
So, I woke up on the verge of tears, I was freaking out so bad. I just told Hamz and Fluffy about the nightmare, so I will share it with you because now that I think about it, it is pretty hilarious.
It started in a doctor’s office. I don’t remember what the doctor looked like. He gave me a pregnancy test, and then he explained that one meant I wasn’t pregnant and two meant I was pregnant. I took the test.
I was pregnant.
So, I flipped out and was like, “Don’t tell my mom! Don’t tell my mom!” And then he started rambling on about the doctor patient confidentiality and I’m like, hyperventilating on the verge of tears. Then, I am at home in the kitchen with my mother cooking dinner. I’m like stirring noodles trying to figure out how to tell her that I’m pregnant.
And then I woke up. That was the most horrifying dream I have ever had in my entire life. Because, honestly, that can REALLY happen. Most of the dreams/nightmares that I have are completely unrealistic and I don’t really worry about them. (I mean really, you aren’t going to have a flock of pixies follow you on the bus.)
Yeah, I don’t think my dreamcatcher works.