The Dreamcatcher

I awoke from that shrieking sound. It encompassed me and seemed to swallow me up. And then I realized it was me who was screaming.

What was that, God? What was so horrible I cannot remember it? Maybe it's just as well, huh? I prefer those silent dreams of silken breezes and gossamer wings. But then... they can't all be sweetness and joy.

Perhaps the dreamcatcher will find something more soothing the next time around.