i dreamed about jackie the other night.
actually, i dreamed about jfk, but she was there. i felt her presence.
we were swimming. not as in, like, naked white house pool parties, but i was on some boat and he was swimming up to it and jackie- though i only felt her presence- was present somewhere in the midst.
and i distinctly remember that someone was trying to draw my attention elsewhere, talking of some such nothing, distracting me, and to them i said, but it's the president. and, saying this, i felt jackie's eyes on me.
she was there. though i could not see her.
in 18 years, this was the third dream.
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