This happened a few weeks before my 6th birthday in 1954. I had Scarlet Fever with a 105 degree temperature. I fell asleep and had a dream which I talked about in my sleep to Mom and Grandma. I will describe this in my childhood's words. I will never forget this.
I was all alone at a parade. People were lined up along the streets waving little flags. There were a lot of policemen riding horses. I saw a man and pretty woman dressed all in pink drive by in a convertible. The man and woman were waving and the people were cheering.
Suddenly, it sounded like firecrackers went off. The man in the car fell forward and there was all red and white stuff going all over. The woman in the car was trying to hold him. The people on street threw themselves on the ground and were screaming. I did not know what was happening. Where was my Mommy? I started screaming Mommy, Mommy, where are you? Help me. Get me out of here. I tried talking to the people there but they just ignored me. That only made me more terrified. I woke up in a sweat and my fever had broken.
My Mom just thought it was a nightmare due to my fever. I remember my Grandma blessing herself, saying a prayer, looking at me strangely, and trying to comfort me. Grandma did not dismiss my dream as delusions, but growing up around her I learned that she herself was Sensitive, and the old Italian women in the area called her Strega. Wise woman. When I was very young, I just did not understand. Women came to our apartment and Grandma would read their tea leaves or palms.
While at school on my 15th birthday (l1/22/63), they announced that President Kennedy had been shot. My dream. When I later saw that Zapruder film, I could not stop shaking. It was exactly what I had seen, in living color, in my 6 year old's dream. Fortunately or unfortunately, it was the first, but not the last, of my experiences.