I had a lot of nightmares as a kid, so I was relieved when we made dream catchers at school.

Carefully draped on the left side of my bed, this sucker was my faithful guardian for years. However, it didn’t always work.

Daddy knew how upsetting this was for me and patiently explained that my dream catcher sometimes failed me because it was working so hard to protect me that it had become filled to the brim with bad dreams!

To keep me from barging into mom and dad’s room in a cold, bad-dream sweat, he’d “empty” out my dream catcher each night in the trash can, tapping it gently on the side. Every so often, he’d even spray canned Dust Off air in each “section” of the catcher to give it super thorough cleaning!