--blackness-- I wake up from her dream on the floor in her room. With a killer headache. The catcher is empty. I have to go now. As I walk back to the portal tears streaming down my face. "It needs to stop" I mutter to myself as the portal takes me to another house.
--much much later that day--
I know I'm done for today because the small red light on my door is off. That means the council doesn't need me at this moment and I'm free to wander my prison alone.
I sit down on the floor next to my bed and start to think...
I wonder what happened to my dream catcher. My poor darling.
It's said that they chose you. Out of all people in the entire world they choose you. They have this compelling power that will make you get them at all costs.
They know who you are before you get them and they love you. They are creatures, kinda like puppies: over eager, hyper, and unconditionally caring....as long as u treat them right.
Every time I touch someone else's dream catcher my heart sinks farther into this abyss. I miss mine. I don't have dreams anymore, but that doesn't mean I want my catcher to suffer. I know it must have hurt so badly for my little one, it hurt me. As a dream type witch that catcher was my best friend
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Lost in Dream - the catcher
FantasyNo dreams. No nightmares. No nothing. Have u ever wondered where your bad dreams go after they are caught in a dreamcatcher? Someone has to get rid of them...right? As a punishment from the supreme council of witches, Delilah must spend the rest of...
