"Dream Catcher"

 
        I'm sure you all have either heard of or seen or actually owned one of these things called dream catchers. They originated with the American Indians and of course were eventually commercialized so that they could be sold in every gift shop and flea market on the planet. That’s the good ole American way isn't it? Any way, the idea of these things are that they are to be hung over your bed while sleeping to filter all of your dreams so as only the good ones get through leaving the unpleasant ones caught in the web like center of the catcher waiting to be cast away by the breaking of the new day, leaving the person it protects with only memories of the happiest of dreams.
         I guess you're wondering what all of this has to do with anything, well let me explain! A couple of weeks ago we went to the Smokies for vacation. We both felt like we just wanted to get away for awhile just to enjoy some peace and quiet instead of the hustle and bustle of a planned vacation trip. I knew where we wanted to go but beyond that there was no plan! I had the idea that a cabin rental might just be the perfect home base for this excursion, so the search began.
         For anyone who has ever tried to plan such a trip you have to have a feel for just how frustrating it can be. There must be a million of these rentals down there and every one of them wants you to think that their's is the best. On the very first of many computer searches I came across one that looked like it might be nice and sized just right for two people. The dates were available and the rates were great because it was still the off season there in between ski season and the summer vacation rush. Most of the rentals in the area all have a cute name bestowed upon them by their owners which I guess is supposed to attract you to their property. This one was no different. Trying to be a smart shopper, I continued my search over the next few days but for one reason or another I kept coming back to the afore mentioned property. Finally I gave up the search and booked our stay at the "Dream Catcher".
         Finally the week of our vacation arrived and we began our trek to the mountains to find the place we would call home for the next five days. Upon arriving in Gatlinburg we followed our directions which sent us up a steep and winding road which leads to the ski resort of Ober Gatlinburg. After many twists and turns around curves that seemed to be endless, our assent up the mountain continued until finally when we thought we couldn’t get any higher, there it was, at last the Dream Catcher had went from an internet page to a reality.
        Once inside we knew immediately that this was something special. Everything was just perfect! From the vaulted ceilings, to the stacked stone fireplace, to the beautiful bath with it's Jacuzzi tub and walk in shower (with plenty of room for two) and last but not least a marvelous hot tub on the rear deck with a beautiful view of the valley below and the back drop of the towering Smokey Mountains in the distance. It was a dream, a beautiful dream. Maybe there was something to this dream catcher thing after all!
        As the days drifted by, the thoughts of the world we left behind back home began to grow dimmer and dimmer. As we took full advantage of our time together in this beautiful setting to refresh our minds and bodies we were reminded of just how special our love for each other is and how much we love to be together. It was as if all the bad things that followed us back in our real world were magically erased, and we were left with only the happiness that our time together was providing. Out of all the vacation time we have shared in our short time together, none could compare to this. Most of the time when you near the end of a vacation you know you will be glad to get back home. This time it was different. As our departure time grew near we both began to feel the dread of leaving this special place which had brought us so much joy and happiness.
         As I pulled the door closed behind us for the last time I couldn't help but wonder. Maybe the name of this place wasn't so corny after all. Could it be that instead of a ring of feathers, the door to this place was the portal that only lets good things pass through? Only good times, good love and good memories? Maybe it is different for others who visit, but for us it will always be remembered as "Our Dream Catcher"!

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