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25 September 2021

Posted by Holly Spillar

Dreamcatchers Personified

Dream Catchers Personified

This week our 11-15’s wrote some beautiful stories and poems from the perspective of a dreamcatcher. There were so many creative ideas about what a dream catcher might be like

Some ideas they had were...

  • A tiny elven dream catcher

  • A spider catching dream catcher

  • A dreamcatcher releasing nightmares

  • A dreamcatcher seeking revenge 

Our young writers then started to create some excellent stories and poems about their mischievous dreamcatchers. (These are attached with the photos at the bottom of this blog).

For our older group this was the first week of dreams and we started off strong with a beautiful collaborative poem. 

I dream of the ever expanding universe, compounding in time and space, full of life in the void of it. 

I dream of being dragged from world to world, reality shifting and fleeting like leaves in the wind. 

In my dream, I feel like Alice thrown through wonderland, tiny and towering at all the wrong moments. 

A world created by a mind so pure and kind. And that is why even the biggest, cruelest, most traumatic, most devastating of wars, can’t tarnish the people of this world. 

I dream of forest fires, hills up in smoke, the paths we walked turned to charcoal. I dream of petrol in puddles, swirling, metallic. 

In my dreams I can see someone I love in an unknown face. 

Not all the gods in the heavens or the worms in the earth could halt my descent. 

We also had some beautiful writing about dreams from Sam.

i dream that when i'm older my life would be more than monotonous, more than a scraping grind towards my next reward 

i dream of a land. not a land of skyscrapers, or a land of trees. i dream of a land where it doesn't quite make sense until it's already over. 

i dream of the man. the lonely man, clad in robes of fire and gold. he calls out to me, but he makes no noise. he makes contradiction in repetition. he makes everything make sense. 

i dream of the ever expanding universe, compounding in time and space, full of life in the void of it. 

in my dream i feel powerless. i feel trapped inside a room and its swelling outwards until it bursts. 

in my dreams i can do nothing against the constant marching clock of the sun. in my dreams i am, am not, and could be. 

By Sam

Next week we will be getting creative with nightmares...spooky!

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