I have a fair few dream-catchers about the place and I love the various stories behind them. A favourite is this one.
A spider was spinning his web in his little space he saw as his own. It was beside the bed of Grandmother Nokomis.
Each day the Grandmother would watch the spider as he quietly set about his work. One day while she was watching the spider her grandson came in. ‘Nokomis -iya,’ he shouted as he saw the spider and promptly stomped over to the spider, picked up a shoe and went to hit it.
‘No-keegwa,’ the old lady whispered, ‘don’t hurt him.’
‘Nokomis, why do you protect the spider?’ asked the little boy.
The Grandmother smiled but gave no answer. Once the boy had left, the spider went to her and thanked her for saving his life. ‘For many days, you have watched me spin and weave my web, Grandmother, and have admired my work. In return I will give you a gift.’ He smiled his special spider smile and went back to his work, spinning away.
Soon the moon shone down and glistened on a magical silvery web gently moving in the window. ‘See how I spin?’ the spider said. ‘See and learn, for each web will trap bad dreams. Only good dreams can pass through the little hole. This is my gift to you, Grandmother. Use it so only good dreams are remembered whilst the nightmares are hopelessly entwined in the web.’
©JG Farmer 2020