I dreamed that President Kennedy was making a goodwill tour somewhere in the Arctic north. It may have been Greenland but I think it was Canada. It was summer and he was dressed in a white t-shirt and matching jeans. He was carrying a golf club and jockishly knocking balls out of the natural amphitheater where people had gathered to see him. Everything was brown, nothing alive anywhere save for the human crowd.
It wasn't the actual person of John Kennedy, this I realized straight away, more like the spirit of badass or something along those lines.