My own version of the "Dead Zone" (after Stephen King).

On the six-month eve of my mother's death, I had an experience that night that I won't forget.

I found myself in my bed - in my underthings - awake and on top of a crumbling century-old red brick building. It was like one of those old red brick, industrial type buildings you might in some parts of southside Chicago or in the downtown area of Milwaukee.

The roof of the building was missing, and the top floor (the one I found myself on) was partially demolished. I looked around and noticed that the ceiling was missing and the floor and walls were partially demolished. I wondered how in the hell I had got there. The floor I was on appeared to be part of an abandoned old newsstand and book store stand. I could clearly see old books and magazines and their titles from my position on the bed. I could even clearly make out one obscure old book title. It was Naval Wrecks of the Great Lakes". And there were other nautical titles around.

I noticed that I was not alone. I was with a group of peope that had also come - or teleported - to the same location. I remember even having a conversation with one girl with long black hair wearing eyeglasses. But, I can't remember the conversation.

I then wondered how in the hell I was going to get back home. At that thought, I found myself back in my bedroom at home on my bed and that I was completely awake. That is, it seemed that I had not been asleep...

Did this really happen? Or was it some hyper-lucid dream? It was so vivid and felt so real.

I have heard of the phenomenon of prisoners finding themselves teleported to some other place to temporarily escape their misery, torture and imprisonment. (An aside; yes torture in prison does exist. A former coworker of mine - who was a former prison guard - revealed to me that he was usually depressed by the frequent beatings they inflicted on the inmates).

I never expected to have this phenomenon happen to me.