Danny left behind a description of a vivid dream that was especially significant to him.

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November 17, 2014

I had a dream about that rather peculiar thought I had the other day. You know the one about meeting your past self. It was the most vivid dream ever it's almost like it happened.

The dream started out with me walking through a white hallway, at the end of the hallway there was a white door with a navy blue trim. I think the trim was blue because blue is my favorite color and I think it was just a way my mind subliminally tried to make me feel better about what I was about to see. Above the door, there was a sign that said, “Visiting Room.” Before I turned the knob I saw there was an IV in my arm and I was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, in fact, the exact one I wore while I was hospitalized.  I was also holding my childhood stuffed animal Snowball, which I thought was odd not knowing what I was going to see. 

I made the plunge into the cold water and turned the knob to open that sucker. 

The room was blinding white with no windows or other doors. I saw a little boy in the center of the room. I couldn’t see his face because he was facing the other way. He had bright blonde hair and was playing with some sort of toy. I wouldn’t see the toy yet because he was facing the other way and all. I walked around the sides of the room until I was able to see the boy’s face. He had huge brown eyes, fair skin and sorta looked like me when I was little. The kid looked around 5 or 6, I’m not too good at telling age. As soon as I saw the toy my head almost exploded. He was holding Snowball!

I realized that the little boy was me but me from when I was little. I was shocked and didn’t know how to handle the situation. The boy he looked so innocent and I kinda felt bad because of the inevitable fate that he will endure. The fate that this boy will inevitability become me. I was playing out some different scenarios. You know like what to say and all. I inadvertently started walking towards him. I sat beside him and hugged him. I was crying while I said to him, “be brave you WILL be fantastic and don't you worry not even once” then I woke up.  

Now that I think about it I think the hospital gown represented how sick I am compared to the little boy. I think I’m going to have the same dream when I’m 20 something and I’m going to see me as a 16-year-old and I'm going to tell myself that Everything turned out Fantastic!!

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