The Dreamcatcher

The purple dream catcher hung over her bed as it had done for a year now. He guarded her every night. She was only seven. He knew he was supposed to let a few bad dreams come through and enter her head but he didn't have the heart to do it. The dreams would flow in through the windows. They looked like extremely airy cotton candy and had flowy tentacles. They would be different colours and move in different ways. The dream catcher knew instantly what kind of dreams they were. Usually he could sort them by colour, but sometimes it was also just his gut feeling he had to follow. The yellow ones would move quickly from side to side. They were the adventure dreams. The white ones would grow bigger and smaller slowly. They were usually about trivial everyday things. The green ones were usually about something nature related, but if they had pointy tentacles they were about jealousy. The red were usually pulsating and moving rapidly. He had to be quick with catching those, because in seconds they would latch onto her little head and then it was a much harder job pulling it off her before it entered her mind completely. The dreamcatcher himself had tentacles he would throw out into the room to catch the bad dreams. His tentacles were much longer than the dreams'. Sometimes the holes in his round part would be alluring enough for the dream to come close to him and get caught in his web themselves. As the year went by more and more red dreams came through the window and he guessed that more bad things were happening in her life. After all, dreams were made up from what happened in the real world no matter how psychedelic they might seem. The dreamcatcher knew he wouldn't be able to protect her forever but for as long as he could he would try.