A single mother in the Whitehouse? Challenging Teaching Today.

Last night once my eyes were closed, once rem sleep became apparent, a journey of the mind begin, finding myself at the Whitehouse but not immediately.

First I met up with her and her daughter and we started walking along apparently headed towards the Whitehouse. Along the way it seemed they got ahead where I could not clearly see. For some reason at this point I saw her daughter on a video losing control breaking toys and destroying things. In a later breaking new there was a story about the Presidents daughter dying from a rare disease, and then something about a mad cow disease breakout. It seemed like the earlier video of her losing control and breaking toys was related. Sadly I understood I could not linger long, so I continued onward along the similar path they were following.

Though I found myself delayed by what appeared to be a kick ball game and two boys were on the bench, I wondered why and found one of the other children had lost control and the ball rolled towards me and I captured it in a way a soccer player would and then for some reason kicked it around like a hackysack and those two boys were on the bench asked me “How did you do that?” I explained “its like kick ball in the sense you keep your eyes on the ball to keep it under control using the inside of the foot….” Before I finished the teacher came up to me and told the boys what I told them was wrong and then punished them by making an attempt to discredit me…I interrupted and out of pure dsgust mentioned “What the hell you teaching these kids?” As I learned through the earlier discussion woth the two of them they were on the bench because they improved on the technique, and that iconoclastic thinking they were benched. It reminded me of the old adage and excuse “Its the way it has always been done so why change it?” I walked away disgusted and frustrated realizing what the kids are being taught today is something from the past, from a different generation full of old views. To be punished for progressive thinking, in improving things for todays generation not the ones long passed.

I continued on picking up their path headed towards the Whitehouse, finally arriving after a bit longer, and took a look around noticing little aspects of the place, focusing on a white and brown cat out back and then saw a familiar face our cat Mona was also in the backyard, but seemed distant, removed from the setting and the place, just sitting out in the back clearly at peace and happy just observing as cats seem to do.

Finally my host arrived seemingly unaffected by her daughters death or simply not aware, truly was hard to tell. Though I did not see her daughter around, out of kindness I just put the thought asided and enjoyed the meal.

It was short and simple and afterwards I awoke to day dreary and rainy as it has been in Salinas took care of some things briefly then laid back down, and in this journey a new and seemingly separate dream came to mind…

Water As A Symbol in dreams

Water has long been thought of as a symbolic vehicle of expression for our emotions, feelings, and sensitivity. It is in fact, a perfect symbol for these as the forms it takes are so varied. Water is the same substance whether it is a still pool, a raging torrent, towering waves on the beach, or a dripping tap at home. With the same wide spectrum, emotions can range from sorrow, anger, jealousy and bereavement, to joy, excitement and love. Any kind of water image in a dream holds the potential to symbolize our emotions and our emotional needs, desires and capabilities.”

via The Complete illustrated encyclopedia of Symbols, Signs & Dream Interpretation.

Survival and Intelligence

“Do unto others as you would them to do unto you.”

- A lesson from a harp seal

A dream that made this clear is one which the message is repeated, through images and experiences the reinforced the clarity of it.

First the idea of survival makes itself clear in a place I have visited in previous dreams. A pond by one definition yet wholly more dangerous since it really is an inlet from the ocean. Only moving because no matter the cold it supports life beneath the surface. It is this life that even a seasoned day tripper must be very careful when travelling to the other shore so close yet just as dangerous for it is deep enough for a host of dangerous animals to reside within. It was also the shortest route across shore to shore, barely wide enough fo even a row boat to cross and slowgoing.

It was this place during the start of this dream I found my
subconcious self along a well beaten path heading too. The shortest and most direct path. Being aware of the danger I had an idea how to go about it, similar to times before and as I neared the launching point there was a difference. As I neared there was a large white animal (pic  (Baby Harp Seal via Treehugger) a harp seal, fully grown and matured, seemed to look at me as if warning me of what may be in the water. Initially I just returned the gaze preparing the boat to go across and all seemed well. When I looked back to the rock where I had seen the harp seal before he had disappeared most likely into the water for hunting perhaps. Once I looked up though a large brown body mass was coming at me, a leopard seal
(National Geographic – Leopard Seal) nearly capsizing the boat but held on he approaches again clearly wanting to tip the boat putting at mercy to him and the icy cold sea. It was at that point a strange thing happened, as the harp seal came to my rescue redirecting the leopard seals approach just long enough for me to reach the other shore. Shortly thereafter the harp seal swam away and the leopard seal went after easier prey.

What struck me was the intelligence the harp seal presented he passed no judgement instead he just did what he could to save a life while many of his relatives had lost there lives at the hands of human hunters, whose only objective was to resell their pelt because it fetched a high price on corrupt market, instead of appreciating these seals as sentient beings. Who would help a person without asking for an award but simply to understand by setting an example of saving one life it would be reciprocal and work both ways.

That was only the first dream of two each sharing a similar theme of both Survival & Intelligence.Though the second in this dream is people not animals, it still follows the idea of helping others to set an example to be followed.

Stay tuned for Part two in a later post…

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Defense of work

 

Ease Of Flexibility - Not For Speed but Durability

A dream of a hummer converted to a tank using welds from an old associate, a new generation headset for two way highly secure communication. Military intelligence handcuffing a managerial female. That is only the beginning, of this dream full of surprise. Even though the dream was cut short upon awakening …

 

At least that was the idea when I first looking at it, oftentimes it is the fact that if the thought is not finished it is likelly it will not ever be complted. At least not in this post, though in a future post if a dream decides to remerge in the thought process.

The lesson you can say is to be sure to write out your dreams as you awake in the morning to not try and make exact sense out of it, but instead just write key pooints to help build it up from there

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Raymond Marr

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Restaurants, Labyrinthes & Change

A short but sweet dream – To Be Revised in the Near Future

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Stay Tuned for More On This Story. As once I looked at I realized there is more potential in it, unless you want to call that “Flash Fiction”

Two Dreams Becoming One

First a dream that started out in a restaurant of me and some people having a good time chowing down. There were about three black man, one latino and a cute latina who was flirting with me by pointing to an empty booth behind us suggesting we go over there and see what happens. Later on at the dinner she said something to the latino about nibbling ears. He responded “Not now maybe later.”

Next I find myself at a house — kind of a kickback pad, not sure which family owned it but there was a pool, multiple hot tubs. Was just hanging out for a bit when some talk started happening about a three day event of genocide and death of competing gangs as I later found out from one of the other black men. Later confirmed when they handed me a .45 caliber pistol and they headed to the cars. I layed the gun down as I am smart enough to know that if I did this, war at shooting there was a high likelihood that some or all of us would not come back while I expected to live a long life, a minimum of 100 years. I also noticed some of the girls in the house, the latina included were also were trying to talk these boys out of it yet they were not listening. Initially they thought I would do the same, but as mentioned earlier in putting down the gun I was not going. In that realization I came face to face with one man who was clearly the leader of this group and talked directly to him. He had of multiple colors and seemed to have a crazy look in his eyes and kept pointing the barrel of a shotgun at me which I defiantly moved away from areas where one shot could be fatal. In an earlier dream, I had been shot with a shotgun and survived with that awareness to where the barrel was aiming. Instead I looked him straight in the eyes and spoke on facts of the matter however serious it was. “You know you could die in this, you may not come home if you do this.” still he stared moving the shotgun barrel. “If you really don’t have a reason to stay alive then commit suicide, why die for a color or turf? Why not live for the family may yet to be?” Moving the barrel down he pulled out what looked like a toy, a firetruck with a hose, roughly the size of a hot wheel car and lit a cigarette. Apparently he chose to go while noting I was not gonna back down, that I was not going to join this useless killing spree of people simply because they claimed a different color or associated with a different symbol. Life is more important than that, living should be the directive not to claim one thing or another and willing to die for some symbol associated with a color.

There was no reward, even though in my mind in this conscious verse would of figured they would appreciate what I did there was nothing. At least some of this ideas that I would see another day closer to my 100th birthday that would clarify that the effort meant something. Later that day as I had walked up the ladder that lead to the entry of the house I was playing a game a multiplayer no less dealing with a battle I sent a message out asking “Where are my allies?” Expecting one of the girls to join in. The only response was silence. As it would seem I needed to be a lone ranger working towards my own goal a lonely trail to be sure but one I needed to traverse.

When a person makes a choice to do something different, makes a decision to do what otherwise may be seen as rebellion, or against the largely defined yet false ideas it is often a very lonely trail. For change is no easy process but very possible when a conscious decision is made to put action to the words based on unconscious messages of a visual representation that helps associate such change.

Certainly it was two dreams and yet each became part of the other. Some characters were introduced in the first part and later it is found more information about those particular people and their views on life. Of collective ideas going with the flow even if it could mean certain death. Instead of making a choice to go against it with more individual thought that brings about action.

Gangs are a Serious Problem – Excerpt Below;

So many questions, in the answer would you find the why? The integral reason for the risk, this shortening of life for a color? For a glorified lie, is such a thing worth your life, for putting your family and friends at risk because someone else wears a different color, claims a different set, is reality that black and white? Or is it simply a choice not to see the gray, to experience the full spectrum of color?

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Thoughts and Reflections | A Story Begins …

The Journey Through Life In Dreams

Dreams are excursions into the limbo of things, a semi-deliverance from the human prison. ~Henri Amiel

Hours pass and a new day begins. The dreams from the night before, only of floor plans of moving my body to see another perspective and awakening to only my eyes hurting as if no sleep was had even if in bed by 2a and awakening once at an odd hour and then laying back down until 1015 the next morning. Such simplicity in dreams say little about further understanding of the self, my real being. Other dreams seemed to offer more clues that may have been missing in the simplicity of last nights session. Dreams have a tendency to not so much be disrupted, as only paused momentarily to continue at a later time in another session to keep the story flowing there is the importance of logging, to log is to remind the self to recall what may come in those experiences in the subconscious verse.

Perhaps that is the key I need in writing them down, consistently in making a mental note to remember them the night before. That truly seems the best answer for now. The only other visuals I saw in this dream as I was preparing to wakeup was a car that ran into a wall apparently trying to break through to an underwater world. This was a black Lincoln Town Car, with chrome highlights along each side, though the front end is damaged. Modified to increase security and functionality, similar to an armoured truck. In making it more interesting I saw an old friend of mine who came into the scene, as apparently there was not only me in the car he was there also. After the damage to the car, it was clear we needed to catch a train, surprisingly found myself in a subway and my friend went through quickly using what appeared as a metro pass as the train was just leaving, I was not as fast so he made it but I did not…

It was at this point I awoke to the day … another story yet to be continued at a later time.

Dreams – The Lessons & Reflections

How one dream can open your eyes, or challenge your views, the story it presents and the ideas that otherwise would be considered against the false views of the Moral Majority. This article speaks to some challenging views, some ideas not all would agree with. Yet still important, as to grasp what it can present to those who are interested in grasping the power of dreams.

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Challenge Moral Majority | Views In A Dream – Learn from The Subconscious

The power of dreams cannot ever be underestimated, the article below speaks to views being challenged about society today.

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Two Attempts at My Life – From Two Distinct Assassins

Two attempts at my life, by two assassins dually hired by the same people in power who are only there because of the abundance of misinformation to long touted that people began to believe. In that false belief a means to push forward agendas that more than likely will solidify their existence to be quite good as well as a means to make sure their own families are better off.

Myself in a large building single story, with some basic armament available, a shotgun and a 9mm handgun. Plenty of ammo for both weapons, the ability to load up 12 shots in the 12 gauge with some modification. I am a teacher in this dream, but not of the traditional sort, as I saw the flaws in what I was told to teach, and instead of spreading misinformation I made a choice to share real knowledge with my students, and associates.

via Home Of Knatchwa – Posterously Speaking