I nearly bought myself a dream catcher at my store today to try and get rid of these stupid nightmares and/or bad stress dreams I’ve had for the past three weeks. I didn’t, though. I looked through them and picked one out (Vancouver gift shops always have a lot of dream catchers) but I couldn’t bring myself to spend the money on it. I don’t entirely believe such things anyhow. I’m just desperate, and also I think they’re beautiful.
Blah. I would like a good night’s sleep soon.