Indian Legends
 


          Sleep well sweet child                                                             
Don't worry your head
Your Dream Catcher is humming
Above your bed
Listen so softly
I know you can hear
The tone of beyond
Close to your ear
Love is alive
And living in you
Beyond all your troubles
Where good dreams are true
(c) Toni 1992
Native American Ten Commandments
Treat the earth and all that dwell thereon with respect.             
Remain close to the Great Spirit.
Show great respect for your fellow beings.
Work together for the benefit of all mankind.
Give assistance and kindness whenever needed.
Do what you know to be right.
Look after the well being of mind and body.
Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.
Be truthful and honest at all times.
Take full responsibility for your actions.
Several North american tribes made dream catchers in the past.
One legend states that the night air is full of good and bad dreams.
the nightmares are lost in the web while good dreams continue to the center of the web, and then out to the sleeping person. First morning light destroys the trapped bad dreams.
Another belief states that good and bad dreams leave a person and enter the dream catcher. The bad perish while the good dreams are focused, empowered and created for that person.

       Gaa wiin daa-aangoshkigaazo ahaw enaabiyaan gaa-inaabid."
[Translated: "You cannot destroy one who has dreamed a dream like mine."]

                
Dream Catchers
As the legend goes, the Dream Catcher was used by the Woodland Indians and was hung in the lodge (near a window). It's use was to catch all dreams, good or bad. The bad dreams would get caught up in the webbing and be held there till first morning light, then burned off. Now, the good dreams were caught, and knowing their way to the hole in the center, would filter down into the feathers and be held there, only to return another night, to be dreamed.
The Spider Woman Legend
A spider was quietly spinning his web in his own space. It was beside the sleeping space of Nokomis, the grandmother. Each day, Nokomis watched the spider at work, quietly spinning away. One day as she was watching him, her grandson came in. Nokomis -iiya! He shouted glancing at the spider. He stomped over to the spider and went to hit it. "No-Kweegwa", the old lady whispered, "don't hurt him."
 "Nokomis, why do you protect the spider? The little boy asked. The old lady smiled but did not answer him, when the boy left, the spider went to the old woman and thanked her for saving his life. He said to her, "For many days you have watched me spin and weave my web. You have admired my work. In return for saving my life, I will give you a gift." He smiled his special spider smile and moved away, spinning as he went. Soon the moon glistened on a magical silvery web moving gently in the window. "See how I spin?" he said. "see and learn, for each web will snare bad dreams. Only good dreams will go through the small hole. This is my gift to you. Use it so that only good dreams will be remembered. The bad dreams will become hopelessly entangled in the web."