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Article
March 1990

Dialogues With Henry

Author Affiliations

Division of Pulmonary Medicine Department of Pediatrics Children's Hospital of Philadelphia 34th Street and Civic Center Boulevard Philadelphia, PA 19104

Am J Dis Child. 1990;144(3):265. doi:10.1001/archpedi.1990.02150270011002

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Abstract

July 1989  I dreamed that I died last night. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. I was floating in the air above my body. It was lying in a coffin. It was peaceful for a few seconds, lying there. But then I realized what was happening. I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep.I've dreamed about dying before, but never like this. Like I'd be in a big battle, shooting down the enemy with a machine gun... and then being shot. But this dream was different.I can't believe this is happening to me. It doesn't seem real. I feel like I'm in a haze. If you told me 2 weeks ago that I would be this sick, this soon, I'd have said you're crazy. I mean, here I am, talking about dying.Every friggin' day is worse. Every day when I don't get better is like another nail

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