JFK DREAMS - 1963
When I was in my senior year at Sunnyvale
High School, I kept having these reoccurring dreams about Kennedy getting shot in Texas. I
would see these images of things that I would later see and recognize on the television. I
told a few people about the fact that Kennedy might get shot soon. It happened
three days after I had said something about it at school.
We heard about the shooting over the loud speakers at our
high school; it caused many kids, as well as teachers, to cry. I was in my
Senior Problems class when they broadcast a message over the loud speakers in
the class room. There was a special broadcast live from the United Nations - in which
the delegates were standing up for a minute of silent prayer for the fallen American
President. I stood up from my desk, soon others in the class did the same as I
had, including the teacher. We stood there wondering what was going to happen to
all of us and sadden by the events of the morning.
The principal came over the speaker and told everyone school
was over for the day. We all hung around the halls talking quietly and trying to
figure out what was going to happen next and trying to figure out what had
happened.
I met up with my girl friend Carol, and we walked over to my
house to watch the TV to see what was happening on the news. All the stations
had coverage on the shooting and the follow-up stories. I was glued to the
television set for the next three days. Carol's mother came to get her that
afternoon, from my house. We were both saddened by all we had seen and heard all
day. I felt like I had lost a friend and was angry at the world for taking my
hero away.
I was bothered by the fact that in my dreams, I also saw JFK
being shot at from behind a fence, next to some grassy area. I just felt that
there were more people involved who were never going to get arrested, or
punished.
It was very hard to go back to school and still be gung ho about football and
basketball games; they just did not seem that important to me, or any one else,
anymore. Life did go on at school but it took a little while to get back
into the grind of finishing the school year out. My heart and soul were not
in it anymore at all. I felt that I could never trust my government again. I
just knew that they had lied about the assassination.
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