Hanging on the wall, a beautifully woven web in a hoop, with brightest feathers and lustrous pearls mockingly waving with the gentle touches of the breeze that makes it sway to and fro. Ah! It's a dream catcher, meant to protect from nightmares sneaking in stealthily in the middle of the night. Dangling there, it assures however stark the truth of life might be, visions will still be sugary sweet. How foolish it sounds live your dreams, and that the visions seen with open eyes come true. Isn't it contradictory? Because while existence is often nightmarish, sound sleep embellishes your head with a precious, gem-studded crown. In slumber one can be queen or king, while in reality one is either a pauper or no better than a joker in a circus ring. What you see with open eyes around is mostly bleak and haunting, where you may beg to be heard, trying hard to make insensitive people step in your shoes. All ventures are totally futile. While the dream catcher assures, dragging you awa...