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…

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