Little Toes and Big Tummies Part I

I was only three and a half years old when I had the dream.   This dream would end up shaping my whole life, even though at the time it seemed like a random nightmare that we joked around about later when I was an older child…

In my dream, I was standing in the bathroom adjacent to my little bedroom.  My mother was brushing my long thick tangly hair, as she always did.  I was standing near the toilet, and happened to look inside.  That is when I saw him… a boy’s head just above the drain.

In my dream, I looked at him with curiosity rather than fear.  I then noticed that his head was also in the sink, by the drain.

It wasn’t until I was 15 years old that I learned who that little boy was…

…to be continued…

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