One night Mr. R awoke in the middle of the night screaming my name. I rushed in to see what had happened, and he lay there in his bed shaking with fear. “I had a bad dream!” Oh, my dear boy. Why do the thoughts of our heads scare us so in the middle of the night? When I was young, dreams involved dolls coming to life to attack me frequented my mind. Now as a parent seeing my son go through the same thing, I wanted to provide some solution. I told him we could make him a dreamcatcher when he awoke. And so we did.