Karen and I had an exhausting day with the children in all their activities.  Karen and I didn’t get to bed until about midnight, as soon as my head hit the pillow the most unusual experience happened.  Even now I cannot tell if it was a dream, or if my spirit had left my body for a space of time.   The experience lasted the full night because when I opened my eyes it was already morning. 

While in a trans-like state the ceiling of our bedroom turned into a screen.  The images were as clear as crystals—it might as well have been in HD.  There I was strolling down Lewis Street in Lewiston.   I was just a youngster carrying my school books underneath my arms, whistling a tune as I walked home from school.  I whistled and walked for awhile and in the twinkle of an eye a young girl appeared beside me holding my hand as we walked. 

“Anthony Ms. Dill-Meyer was rude she didn’t have to pull on your ear just because you didn’t know the answer to her question”

“Don’t mind Ms. Dill-Meyer Karen she’s just a bitter old crone with no husband to go home to”

Again in a twinkle I was sucked into a vacuum-like tunnel that propelled me into complete darkness I heard screams, and loud yelling, and people crying, I even heard someone trying to preach a sermon in a sobbing tone that was unbearable to hear.  As the vacuum sucked me deeper into the tunnel a hand grabbed me by my ankle.  The gripe felt clammy and cool next to my skin whether it was human or not I do not know.

I kicked hard to shake the hand from my ankle, but when I stopped propelling I was at the bottom of a pit with very little light.  I looked down to see who had me by the ankle, and I screamed out in horror to discover no body was attached to the hand.

Here I am stuck inside the hell of one of the worst hallucinations; “someone shake me, rescue me get me out of here.”

Within another twinkle the hand around my ankle turned into an ankle-cuff as if I was serving a sentence on house arrest. 

This tumor within my brain was taking over, invading my mind.  How do I escape this pit, and the ankle-cuff that now binds me to the hallow pits center.  I looked into the center of the pit to see if there was a way to escape, not a chance all I could see was hundreds of black frogs covering the walls of the pit as well as the bottom that seemed to be miles downward.

The odor was that of burning flesh melting in an open fire.  I was screaming for Karen to shake me to wake me from this horrid smell of slaughtered burning flesh.

 It was the flesh of someone I knew for a split moment in time -- it was Tiffany and Heather. 

This place felt real, my body temperature was unstable, one moment cold chills, the next a burning fever.

Tony's rough tugging at the covers woke Karen up, she sat straight up, and stared down at him with tearing streaming from her eyes, the salty tear drops bounced from her cheeks onto her pink cotton nightgown.

Karen felt helpless she knew tony's tumor was progressing, she shook him trying to wake him from his night terror, but instead of waking him, Tony spun into a full sleep walking episode.

He jumped out of the bed, as if jumping from the flames of fire that were in his lucent dream state. 

He ran thoroughout the house like a blood thirsty vampire sniffing out blood for food.  Karen's purse lay open on the nightstand in their bedroom, he ran to her purse ramaging through it as if he was wide awake, and knew what he was looking for.