The Dream Catcher

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Submitted: January 29, 2018

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THE DREAM CATCHER

BY: JESSE RIOS

 

She opened her eyes from sleep. She could still see him. His image burned in her vision. A phantom from her dream. She lied still. Carefully trying to remember the details of the dream.

 

“What did he say?”, she asked herself.

 

Slowly the dream came back to her.

 

They stood  leaning against the railing on the rooftop of their old apartment building. White Christmas lights overhead. They stared out over the Bay. He placed his hand over hers, leaned in  and whispered, “I never stopped loving you.” Then she woke up.

 

It was him. It’s been years since they broke up. She didn't really understand why it ended. They just mutually agreed that there were important things they both felt they needed to accomplish in their lives before they settled down. They talked through the night, laughed, drank, and made love. There were no tears or no goodbyes.

 

They went their separate ways. He graduated with a degree in Anthropology, and flew out to Ecuador to study indigenous tribes in the area. She stayed in Berkeley, got her Masters in Psychology, and opened her own practice. They exchanged letters for a while, but then they stopped after a couple of years. Seven years had passed since that last letter. Strangely, she always felt like he was close by, and that they would one day be together.

 

She could feel a presence in the room. His presence lingered. She looked over at a framed dream catcher, that he sent her. He told her it was made and blessed by a powerful shaman. Attached was a note.

 

“Though I’m not there,

In your heart I’ll stay,

I will visit you in your dreams

When asleep you lay”

 

Tears filled her eyes

 

Suddenly, she felt a strong feeling of missing him well up inside of her.

 

She lied in bed and cried.

 

“Buzz, buzz!” her phone vibrates.

 

She wipes her eyes, and composes herself, and answers her cellphone

 

“Hello”, a familiar voice sounds through the phone

 

It was him.


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