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The only childhood dream I remember that connected with what was clearly a dream come true, is that when I grew too big to float in a bathtub, that I knew/felt/dreamed that I would have a big enough bathtub to float in when I grew up.
That was before I became aware of my congenital heart disease and the doctors' predictions of dying before reaching adulthood.
The dream was apparently stronger than physical "reality" and the 40' indoor pool in the home I called "Villa Amari" was kept at 98 degrees.
If you are interested in more about that dream into reality see: http://members.cox.net/mystichobo/stories.htm#aplace

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