Dreamcatcher: A Short Story

The shore near, the scent of home far, but I clung on. The rough bark of the log chafed against my bare chest, and my hands were weary from holding on. I inhaled, praying that my body can push toward the sand, and I felt my strength bitterly rise for a last stand. I heaved my futile body on the dry sea of sand and quietly allowed the light to dance one last time in the sunset of my existence.

Soft moonlight lit the land and sea kindly, almost as if it were giving gentle kisses. It kissed the sea and the waves it formed, it kissed the drowsy ship which laid on said water, it kissed the sand the waves lapped at, it kissed the grassy cliff above the shore, and it kissed the girl who slept on said cliff.

"I know everything, you see," the old voice wheedled. "The beginning, the present, the end. Everything. You now, you see the past and the present, like other low creatures: no higher faculties than memory and perception. But dragons, my boy, have a whole different kind of mind." He stretched his mouth in a kind of smile, no trace of pleasure in it. "We see from the mountaintop: all time, all space. We see in one instant the passionate vision and the blowout. Not that we cause things to fail, you understand." He was testy all at once, as if

“In the new dream the dragon-like thing was between them, and somehow the mother managed to get the girl away. When her daughter finished telling the story, there was a bizarre look on the mother's face. As soon as she asked what was wrong, the mother explained. Those were not dreams. How’s that for spirits?”

I stared down at the dragon, while Kheiron floated in place his soft fur rippling as he sang mysterious melodies concerning the place and it’s magic and chanted about the kingdoms secrets. His words worked their way into my mind.

“I heard stories of a jungle cat called a jaguar.” Tizbeth studied the image that haunted her dreams

It is an admirable and intelligent creature with some fascinating characteristics, beyond what we are allowed to glimpse in fairy tales and legends. The dragon has often been misunderstood, persecuted and hounded simply because it is different. Like so many other living beings, it has suffered death at the hands of “civilized”

Step3: Making a hanging loop. Using the piece of suede you left, shape it into a loop that is vertical from the top. Keep the loop in place, use the end of the string to make a not at the base. Pull until completely tight, and use scissors to cut off the last piece of left over

Finally, she found the room, and the door was wide open. The solitude was eery, and every small noise alerted her senses. “ Dr. Morris? “ Monty asked into the empty room. Her voice echoed into the walls. She noticed a small dreamcatcher, a bird’s plumage lacing the delicate leather

Herobrine bowed, staying on one knee and lowering his head. “I have journeyed very far to find you, to release you from your prison. Help me to destroy the one known as Steve and the End will be your throne room, Overworld, your kingdom. No one is a match for you, and no one will imprison you away again.”

When the elves, the wizard, and the dragons arrived at Cackle’s castle, she said, “We’ve been waiting for you.” When they saw the evil dragon, they were a little bit scared, but they were still going to fight.

By then Jasmine had butterflies in her stomach. Joe looked a little worried too. Then they started to heard screaming. They picked up their pace to a run. For some reason they knew it was the dragon. A lady panicky ran past them yelling “Dragon!” Then a giant brown scaled tail flew between Joe and Jasmine. A head popped out from around a house. It was brown and smoke coming out through it’s nose with a disgusted

In the book, the author tries to define the dragon and states that it was seen to look like a giant snake. He also explains how people saw dragons as sacred whereby it was seen as some type of guardian to the people and provided them with protection and natural needs like rain. The book also tells of people, who had negative beliefs against the dragons; these were mostly Christians who to some extent even fought with the dragons. The belief that dragons were strong and mighty was seen as true since people who defeated dragons, mostly armies, were remembered as very great men. The popular belief that dragons guard great treasures in their caves is seen in this novel whereby the author states that people in those days tried to enter dragon caves which were guarded by these dragons.

“I,” Braze speaks. “Daphne says this dragon rider carries inside themselves one soul and one spirit, and protected, by another spirit, and a spirit from another kingdom.”

While Chanticleer is talking to Pertelote about how the dreams he believes are true, he eventually thinks otherwise. Chanticleer says that “woman is man’s joy and happiness, for when I feel at night your gentle side,. . .I am so filled with joy and happiness / that I defy all visions and dreams” (Chaucer 211). Because of Pertelote, Chanticleer takes no warning to the possibility that what he dreamed might happen in the future. Pertelote did not say anything about it, except that she said Chanticleer should go back to sleep and not worry about what was to come, “And fear no dream!” (Chaucer 207). Pertelote influenced Chanticleer to disregard the dream and go back to sleep. And because Pertelote makes a big deal about living in the moment, and not worrying what was to happen in the future, Chanticleer’s dream becomes reality -- a fox appears about a month later, who tricked Chanticleer into giving the fox an opportunity to strangle him: “[He] began to crow as loud as ever he could. And Mister Russell Fox at once leapt up, And took hold of Chanticleer by the throat, and bore him on his back towards the wood” (Chaucer 215). His dream becomes true all because he became ignorant about a small dream he once had. If he had paid attention to the dream, all of this would have been