Dream Catcher vs Spider Web


I see Dream Catchers quite often in cars hanging from the rear view mirror. They look nice there, but I question whether that really is an appropriate place for them. They are hung where ever you are going to sleep, to help you have pleasant dreams; that is their purpose. I have always been blessed with peaceful or at least enjoyable dreams. I think that somewhere in my sleep mode hangs a beautiful Dream Catcher.
More recently it seems that there has been a false Dream Catcher. It is like a spider web and hangs on to my thoughts. They are held tight like a moth or fly in the web. Both the catcher and the web look similar in design, at least to me, but do not have similar functions.
I often dream of something that is important to me, but when I wake up the thought has been captured in the spider’s web, and is being held captive somewhere in my brain. Once in a while the web gets shaken and some thoughts that have been captured are released.
The only problem with this is that there are usually several thoughts that are shaken loose and being released to my memory at the same time, and again I am unable to hang onto them. Sometimes I worry that the thought was just passing through and since I didn’t grab hold of it, it may never pass my way again. I guess it is all ok, because new thoughts keep coming through, or are they old thoughts that I have just forgotten. The brain is a terrible thing to lose, or is it?

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