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.