All Your Dreams Are Belong To Us
Now they keep me sedated at night with the use of Zopiclone, which has stopped the sleepwalking and much of my physical interactions with dreams during REM sleep, but the dreams still come and can be so realistic and involved that I wake up feeling like I've not slept at all.
So, being proactive, I have researched the options for enhancing quality of sleep, and of course was immediately romanced by the combination of craft and mythology involved in dreamcatchers.
My friend Debbie had prior experience of dreamcatcher construction due to making one at Glastonbury one time, and with her almost fate-like stash of willow, beads, feathers and wool, the universe had provided once again everything I needed at this moment in life.
We compulsively set about making dreamcatchers for most of a day, only breaking to nip to the estuary to find more feathers, and paint a teapot and bowl at The Art Cafe en route. Our production-line-like skills produced 9 dreamcatchers, leaving us pretty covered on the dream catching front.
Needless to say, along with Debbie's casting of salt, and burning of insense and candles in an unexpected yet mystically effective bout of space cleansing, there were no bad dreams all weekend.
So, dreamcatchers: 100% tested and proven to work. Thanks to the Ojibwa Nation for this great piece of wireless technology.
Peace out homies.
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Update: Dreamcatchers successfully rehomed, keep pledging your support, every penny counts:

