I got SHOT in my Dream!

I was at a Taco Truck supporting a friend, she wasn't selling tacos but churros! 

but not any regular churros they were cool shaped churros, so i asked if she wanted me to make some posters to promote her, she agreed. 

So behind the truck was a classroom it totally looked like those portable classrooms they had back at my high school exactly the same!. I was not alone, my old high school friend was there with me, he actually passed away last year, he had a great personality and attitude always made people laugh. so i was happy he was there, i don't know why he was there but he was. So he led me to the classroom to make these posters and there was a bunch of women there like if there was a class going on which i thought i was odd because the taco truck and the classroom was in the middle of nowhere, 

anyways we walked in and greeted everyone, There was this lady yelling at her baby, to make her stop crying and she was trying to shove her in a duffle bag. i assume she was a new mom so i offered her to calm the baby myself for her so i carried the little girl and the baby just smiled at me and she finally stopped crying. I thought the baby needed some fresh air so i took her out,  as i was walking out i bumped into this tall guy, he asked if this one lady was in there and as i responded and peeked my head inside the room to point her out i noticed he had a gun, so i calmly ignored it but he saw i noticed. He said "im sorry" as he proceeded to shoot me, i was still carrying the baby i turned and jumped the rails and he shot me 3 times. i did not feel a thing! so i ran and heard shooting behind me, he was killing everyone in the room. 

I made my way around the truck and i started saying "ive been shot call the ambulance" i said it three times, "ive been shot call the ambulance" " ive been shot call the ambulance" everyone there started calling.

I kneeled down and i let go of the baby, which... ok this is the weird part, (bc dreams are so logical lol) she was a baby but when i was in the ground she was walking. So anyways she wouldn't leave  she just hugged me tight, i did the same. i got up and saw doctors just standing there so i stood in front of them and faced away from them and i just lifted my shirt so show them my wounds, they immediately got me in an ambulance. somehow the gunshots did not hurt at all. But then.. when i woke up, i woke up from my dream and i felt the pain in my back ESPECIALLY on the spots where i got shot in my dream.. i was stunned of what i have dreamt. 

I immediately started googling of what it means to get shot in dreams

there is a couple of beliefs:

1. " If you dream thats someone is shooting you in the back, then it means that you are involved with some questionable people who may be harmful to your well-being it also implies that you are too trusting of others".

2: Getting "shot in the back" is a metaphor for the betrayal by a trusted friend or associate, This dream suggest that the dreamer needs to "watch their back".

Interesting dream right? well it was for me, i have never had a dream like this in my life!! and i can remember this clearly.

Here's another part, on that day we went to the flea market with my family so we were walking around, i saw a child just walking by himself, he was so adorable and i asked who's kid this was and i saw the father, so i left then i saw the little kid walking by himself again and i got a little mad, asking myself " why would anyone let him be by himself that small?!" then the parents came to get him. Soon after me and my dad were looking at stuff and a guy came towards us, he didn't acknowledged us at all but i saw his hand in his pocket like he was holding a gun, you can totally see how it could've been a gun by the way his had was positioned, but then i asked myself "why would this person have a gun at the flea market in the morning".. so i brushed it off.

Later that day, in the afternoon my sister invited me to go shopping with her, so we went to this store called dd's discounts its like a Ross but cheaper! so, i was looking at some clothes i overheard this lady yelling at her kids very loud! she said " Can you please shut up i have a headache" so loud she had people around me turned around and stared. I felt bad for the kids, because if you don't think you or your kids can handle being at the store at this hour simply don't go or don't take your children with you, they get bored!

So that was my day before my dream, i don't know if you caught any similarities.

The crying child/lost child, i comforted the crying baby and i stayed with the "lost" baby since her mother was killed (in my dream) the little kid i saw at the flea market walking by himself.. i guess in my dream i did the things i wanted to do in real life

The gun, ...was i paranoid that we were gonna get shot?

oh! and also, we ate churros that day so that explains my "friend" was making churros in my dream.

Why did i get shot?

Did my mind took aspects of my day to create a meaning in my dream?

what does it mean? 

i have never had a dream that was so similar to my day.. like whoa why is this happening?... 

anyways.. what do you think?

Brain Storm by Don Hahn -Education-

         
             Education.

If you are a normal human being, all the blood just drained from your face when you saw the word education appear on this page. Universally, in every culture in every land, people say that education is at the top of their list of objectives for their society, but walk into a cocktail party and start talking about education, and witness an exodus. Of course we want education for our families and ourselves, but do we really have to think about it now? After all, that's what our school boards and our state and local government are for: educating our precious young.

There's where we're wrong. First of all, there was virtually no public education before the nineteenth century. It sprang up in Victorian times to bring literacy to all in an effort to give children the tools they would need to fill the assembly lines and desk jobs of the industrial revolution, People knew there'd be a need for accountants, laborers, and managers in the workplace, along with doctors to take care of them and policemen to keep the peace.

Education was a means of giving the common man the fundamental tools to exist in an industrialized society.  It still is, And education itself has become an industry. In the next thirty years, more people will graduate from colleges and universities than have graduated since organized schooling began. A huge workforce is on the way all with college diplomas, all looking for jobs in the industrialized world. Either you will be one of these people, or one of these people will be after your job.

Children starting school now will retire in 2070, We don't have a clue what the world will look like then. Most of us don't have a clue how to fully prepare our kids for a field trip today, much less ready them for life in 2070.

While i acknowledge that there are amazing people working in education who are far more qualified that a cartoon producer to question our curriculum, here's a thought. Let's not train kids for jobs only. Let's train them to be adaptable, creative, and improvisational so that they will be able to move with the flow of time. Let's train them to ask questions and offer up answers without being afraid to make mistakes. Kids have a vast, unending built-in capacity for creativity.

Kids will take a chance. If they don't know, they'll try. They are not frightened of being wrong. In modern education, we stigmatize mistakes with failing grades, and we create a deep fear of them. We educate kids into a small, safe place of right answers, when in reality the world is made up of questions that have no right answers.

Every education system around the world, without exception, has the same hierarchy of subjects. At the top are subjects we all need: mathematics, languages, and the humanities, and at the bottom the arts. It's universal. But what if visual expression, musical expression, and movement were as important in education as literacy? And what if we treated them the same?

Creativity is diverse; we think visually and with sound and we use the whole body to express ourselves, sometimes with gesture or abstract movement. How many schools teach dance to every student the way we teach math to every student? We all have bodies, and we use them not just to carry our brains from place to place. To create is to call on every aspect of our brains and bodies to fire in an interactive storm of connections. We don't need to be taught this when we're children; we know it already.  But we do need to give kids permission to hold on to all those attributes as they mature.

So often we abdicate responsibility when it comes to education, thinking of it as something for someone else to take care of. I have great respect for all my teachers, who are in no small part responsible for what i am today, but in the same breath i promise you that no one out there is going to pay more attention to your education or your child's education than you. If education is a force, then it is your force to control, and not a force for you to delegate to someone else.

Change your concept of education from something that is supplied by the state to a force that is yours to use as a tool to investigate the richness and limitless capacity of human beings to be creative. Otherwise, no matter how noble your intentions, you are using education as a manufacturing operation in which each kid is trained as a commodity to fill a desk in some future world that you don't yet understand.

This is a section of a book i am reading called Brain Storm by Don Hahn

this book talks about how to get your creative juices flowin' 

and how others create and how others have different ways to create art.

its a very informative read. and i love it, it encourages me to be more motivated to create.


i particularly liked this section because education is a touchy subject, sometimes i feel like schools have forgotten the arts, and i feel like kids, anybody, everybody needs more passion in their lives. im not saying that you cannot have passion with doing math, but passion that comes within when you create something with your hands, your heart. Passion, like when you listen to your favorite song.

Morning Walks

Every Morning i take a walk and lately it has been foggy

and i really like it because its not too cold 

sometimes i feel like im in a scary movie! 

just walking into the distance and disappear.

On my walks i listen to music, and i vary my music in all genres
it can go from 70's to Big Band to Led Zeppelin some jazz and sometimes Tupac.
lately i have been listening to a lot of Chuck Berry!
i love all kinds of music.. i like a little bit of everything.
Anyways, when i listen to music, in my head i ALWAYS pretend that im the one who is preforming the one who is playing the instruments ALL of them not just one, like, theres a BUNCH of carols in my little senario playing the trumpet, the drums, the piano guitar and so on..
and gosh darn it! im good at it!
i like walking by myself, its my "me time" and it truly clears your mind, you think about everything! mainly about your future, what you're going to do and how you're going to do it.
its scary but its reality.
and i always remind myself who i truly am and what i want to accomplish either for the day or for the future.

so after these walks i always end up with a clear mind and ready to begin my day.
it is truly wonderful.

Peg Entwistle "Hollywood's Girl"

Peg Entwistle 

Born: February 5, 1908 in Port Talbot, Wales
Died: September 16, 1932 in Hollywood, Los Angeles, California.

Peg moved to Los Angeles in 1932 to be the next big film star
she was very well known Broadway actress, so going into film was her next big step!.
She didn't have great luck, Peg got a small part on the film Thirteen Women
of which it premiered on 14 October 1932, a month after her death.
It was first released in New York and then in Los Angeles. The film was not a success, In 1935 it was re released and they cut off 14 minutes from the film and it was mainly her parts.

Hollywoodland

The Hollywoodland sign was built in 1923 for a Real Estate Development
to attract home buyers, with already being a place where films were being made.. it was no problem for the public to get a home near there.
The sign was only meant to be up for a year and a half, but we all know it lasted much more than that.
The letters are 50 feet tall and 30 feet wide.

After filming Thirteen Women Peg couldn't find another job, she auditioned for many parts but no luck, She needed to save some money to go to New York.. but she had no savings she couldn't even leave the city.
While living with her uncle she was just hanging around the house,
One night Peg told her Uncle she was going to visit some friends and go to a nearby drugstore,
that was the last time her uncle saw her.

Peg took a different route.. To the Hollywoodland sign.
since there was no restrictions to the sign at the time.. she had no problem going,
once she reached to the letter 'H' she found a latter that was near by,
climbed it, and jumped.
Two days later a lady who was hiking found a purse and a coat and inside the purse she found a suicide note. she looked down further down the hill and saw a body.
The lady then made an anonymous call to the police

Transcript of the call she made to the LA police department:

"I was hiking near the Hollywood sign today and near the bottom i found a woman's shoe and jacket. A little further i noticed a purse. In it was a suicide note. I looked down the mountain and saw a body. I dont want any publicity in this matter, so i wrapped up the jacket, shoes and purse in a bundle and laid them on the steps of the Hollywood Police Station"

The Note said,
"I am afraid I am a coward. I am sorry for everything. If i had done this a long time ago, it would have saved a lot of pain" P.E.

The cause of death, she had many fractures of the pelvis
they say she died quick.
This was all over the newspapers.. and her suicide note was published to see if anyone would have a clue who she was, and her uncle saw it and recognized the initials and instantly thought, that was his niece.
later he went to the morgue to identify her body.

  

She was 24 years old.
 After her death there was a letter mailed to her uncle's house where she lived, about a part they wanted her to star in about a young girl who commits suicide. The irony..

 

You're probably wondering why she did it.
some say she was depressed because being in Hollywood around many stars she felt she wasn't a good actress,
others say she was drunk while she walked up to the sign, but then again she already had a suicide note.
i wonder how long she carried that note and when she decided to end her life, or maybe she wrote it before she left home.
i wonder why she chose the Hollywoodland sign, was it because it represented fame? success? a sign that failed her or she failed the sign?.

The thing with Hollywood, some think that just by being there they will be successful or someone will discover them,
some are lucky some are not, it's not impossible...but, it's not a glamorous world.

Today,
 there has been sightings of a woman dressed from the 30's wandering around the Hollywood hills,
people who have encountered her say that after seeing her or when they're just walking near the sign they smell a strong scent of gardenias..when there's no gardenias in sight.

Why is she still there? is she stuck? is this a reoccurring haunting? does she relive her suicide?
Hollywood has witnessed many deaths, lost hope and broken dreams.
If only that sign could talk.

i encourage you to read more about Peg, her early years, life in Hollywood and her death.
there is so much more details to know.






 i got this information from reading over the years and this is based on my knowledge,
all the images i used on this post are from google, i do not own them.

Thank You for stopping by!
Love, Carole

Beauty outside the lens

When you want to take a picture of something beautiful in the sky, and sometimes it doesn't come out how you saw it.. well i truly believe that some things has to be seen in person, and you cant capture something so beautiful.. so, when you have the chance.. put the camera down.. and enjoy the magic happenings on earth. :)) 

Mark the Seagull.

okay at first you're probably thinking.. 

"why did you took a picture of a seagull?" 

i have two reasons.. one: why not take a picture of a seagull

and two: this seagull has a story like any other living creature in this world.

i took this picture in Santa Cruz at a beach

if you look carefully you can see some fishing line on its right leg,

the first thing that popped in my head was.. "wow! im surprised this thing is still alive"

because a lot of birds do get caught around areas where people fish 

it can get dangerous for them, but they still hang out around there because they know thats where they can get a good meal. 

but anyways i was super close to this thing lol and i was shocked how close it let me get to him but them it flew away! hahah 

Broken Ballerina

Broken Ballerina?

She danced even when no one saw her.

when times got rough 

she would tie ballet shoes up to her ankles.

cuts and bruises 

wont stop her living her dreams,

dreams she had dreamed for years.

falling apart piece by piece

she glued herself back together 

day by day she keeps 

hoping she would find love.

but too distracted by her scars

but kept dancing.

always with a smile on her face