Dynlin Town

Chapter I- The Dreamcatcher

©2018

'Another night another fight to dreamland.' . I muttered to myself after marking an 'X' to the calendar pinned on the wall...thats how I struggle to fall asleep

"That's the 4th night this week. "

4 days straight without proper sleep. I tried everything to fall asleep, I tried drinking milk before bed, stretching before bed, praying before bed, you name it... I do fell asleep but only for a couple of hours, or worse, just minutes then I'll wake up back again and I'll find it hard to go back to sleep.

Its not normal anymore! Even murderers falls asleep better than I do when their conscience is messed up. Then here I am struggling like shit! I can't even hurt a fly!

Next day, I went to an antique store across town because I love knickknacks they got there and old things fascinates me like those scary ass dolls and lamps and things... they have their history, they are history. Their original owner is either probably dead or don't find the use of them anymore.

Strangely enough their oldness and history was enough make me want to lay down and sleep.

Wanna ask about last night?

Yeah, I just had 3 hours of sleep and I could even hardly recall since I sleep like a computer, no dreams, no nightmares, no nothing just total blackout.

"Found something good?"

Asked the emo cashier. I dont know him, I rarely come here.

"Nah"

I shrugged.

"I have something cool here, like.this.thing.is.... hardcore."

He went down to dig something under the counter and I immediately knew it was rubbish.

He sprung and swung this circular object in front of my face. It has blue and purple fluffy feathers hanging on its end, I actually find it cute.

"What's that? It's looks like something owned by a hippie."

I mused.

"Course it is, its a classic Indian Decor, If i recall... "

He said like a professional.

".. its called a dreamcatcher."

"That's a cute name and even if it sounds like you just made it up."

"that'll be $40"

He said with confidence. I scrunched up my nose in distaste.

"Thats sick man no fair! Who knows maybe, you made that yourself with used floss!"

I said in disbelief.

"hahahaha! $4? Dont be so rude to your indian ancestors."

He scolded. He's pretty cheerful for an emo or a goth or a metalhead. I can't really tell them apart.

"Done!"

I slammed my hand on the glass counter table/drawer with my $4. He smiled truimphantly to me.

I like that guy, hopes nothing bad happens to him.

I was smiling as I exit the shop and went straight home.

I hung it at the top of my headboard just in the right distance from my head. Is it too near?I Hope this helps.

The cashier also told me to hung it anywhere to scare scary dreams away. He was really fun to talk to, the shop was scarce of costumers so we got to talk alot longer.