Last night I had a powerful and unexpected dream, involving the 35th President of the United States; JFK. In all my 53 years on the planet, I don’t recall ever having had this man enter my sleeping dream-scape. He was sitting in a wheel chair, looking mighty well preserved for a 94 year old who died 48 years ago in Dallas, Texas. Like most people, I remember where I was at the time. Having just turned 5 a month earlier, I was at home and saw the news reports, not quite understanding why the grownups, including a venerable newsman, (Walter Cronkite) were crying. My parents explained what happened and my youthful mind couldn’t make sense of it any more than my adult mind can today.

In the dream, he invited me to join him and 3 other people in Washington, DC to speak before a crowd of 60,000 people about the importance of living our passion and purpose for the greater good. Was I thrilled?  You bet. Did I believe it? Absolutely.  Was I ready to slide into the limo that waited at the curb to ferry us there? I may never know, since I woke up as that was about to happen.

As someone who enjoys delving into dreams, this was a treasure for me. The first thing that occurred to me was a ‘holy cosmic coincidence, Batman!’since the dream occurred literally on the anniversary of his death.  The second was that he represented for me, youthful exuberance, commitment to a purpose, idealism, a stick to it attitude, despite his physical pain and challenges. He was beckoning me to live my dreams by sharing my enthusiasm with a crowd on, as a friend said to me “the big stage of life.”  And so I shall~