An ancient Chippewa traditon
The dream net has been made
For many generations
Where spirit dreams have played
Hung above the cradle board
Or in the lodge up high
The dream net catches bad dreams
While good dreams slip on by
Bad dreams become entangled
Among the sinew thread
Good dreams slip through the center hole
While you dream upon your bed
This is an ancient legend
Since dreams will never cease
Hang this dream net above your bed
Dream on and be at Peace
Wondering what connection I could possibly have with Dream Catchers?
Well, I'm not Native American. I would be proud to be, but I'm just not. I have lived my entire life, however, in the Blue Mountains of Oregon, 20 miles from Chief Joseph's beloved Wallowas. I've always been surrounded by the beauty of these mountains, and the grace and wisdom of the Nez Pierce....
In the early 1980's, I discovered the Dream Catcher. So taken with this concept, I learned to make them myself, and gave one to every dream-troubled soul that crossed my path.
Age and other passions have now overtaken the time I once devoted to this craft, but the legend lives on, and what I'd like to share with you, is just that.
"A spider was quietly spinning his web in his own space. It was beside the sleeping space of Nokomis, the grandmother.
Each day, Nokomis watched the spider at work, quietly spinning away. One day as she was watching him, her grandson came in. "Nokomis-iya!" he shouted, glancing at the spider. He stomped over to the spider, picked up a shoe and went to hit it.
"No-keegwa," the old lady whispered, "don't hurt him."
"Nokomis, why do you protect the spider?" asked the little boy. The old lady smiled, but did not answer.
When the boy left, the spider went to the old woman and thanked her for saving his life. He said to her, "For many days you have watched me spin and weave my web. You have admired my work. In return for saving my life, I will give you a gift."
He smiled his special spider smile and moved away, spinning as he went. Soon the moon glistened on a magical silvery web moving gently in the window. "See how I spin?" he said. "See and learn, for each web will snare bad dreams. Only good dreams will go through the small hole. This is my gift to you. Use it so that only good dreams will be remembered. The bad dreams will become hopelessly entangled in the web."
Sleep well sweet child
Don't worry your head
Your Dream Catcher is humming
Above your bed
Listen so softly
I know you can hear
The tone of beyond
Close to your ear
Love is alive
And living in you
Beyond all your troubles
Where good dreams are true
(c) Toni 1992
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