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Let me begin by introducing myself; my name is Alan; born and raised in
the garden spot of the world, Brooklyn N.Y. I'm 48yrs. old and from time
to time in my life I would have dreams that would come true the next
day. Because I fear the sometimes out of body feeling that would also
occur, I've learned to forget how. I had a dream when I was 10yrs. old
about another little boy who was then 12. There was a plane crash in
Brooklyn that occurred on DEC. 12,1960. The night before I dreamed the
entire disaster in every excruciating detail even knowing the extent of
his injuries and the fact he would die. Luckily, I told my family of my
very real like dream or nobody would believe it. For over 35 years I've
been haunted by this experience and feel a certain closeness to this
little boy. Recently I found his story and picture on the Internet and
it was the same face I knew in my dream 38 years ago. Needless to say I
fear flying, and I really still have not come to terms with this
experience, which was terribly frightening for a 10 year old boy, alone
in the knowledge that while everyone was happy he at least survived. I
knew that the only survivor of the United Airlines DC-8 crash ,little
Steven Baltz, would eventually succumb to his injuries.
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