Ich will meinen Traumfänger, mich zu küssen, wie ich weine. Ich will meinen Traumfänger zu singen mir zu schlafen.
//I want my dream catcher to kiss me as I weep. I want my dream catcher to sing me to sleep.//
I'm exhausted. All the energy that once oozed out of my pores has been evaporated into the nothingness of the atmosphere of exhaustion. I've dozed off while my heart beats quickly, but I've not been able to sleep. I've lulled in and out of consciousness from here to there, and awakened in the midst of confusion. But, I've not been able to sleep. I've woken up in the middle of the night various times and could not go back to sleep.
I've stumbled out of nightmares into the darkness of night to realize I am not there, and no one is around me.
It's one of those feelings that drowse you back to sleep and you forget completely in the morning when you wake up... but later, when you're deep in the third level of sleep, it haunts you like nothing else.
I need my dream catcher. I need his arms to envelop around me and hold me tight against his chest. I need his strong will to pick up my own and keep it locked in a treasure chest to revive at dawn. I need his heart to beat with mine, his hushing breathing to lull me to sleep.
I need my dream catcher. I need his song. I need his peace to caress me until I fall into the infinite abyss of tranquility. I need his bliss.
Ich will meinen Traumfänger, mich zu küssen, wie ich weine.
Ich will meinen Traumfänger zu singen mir zu schlafen.
