I don't know if this was a time slip or what it was. When I was five and my brother was four, we used to share a room. We lived in a small two bedroom trailer in Brillion, Wisconsin. The year was 1962. I swear this is not a dream.
I could tell even at that age the difference between dreams and actual events, however strange they may be. I woke up early around 5:00 a.m. It was starting to rain outside. I remember standing on the bed on my tip toes trying to look out the window. Just as I turned around, this hole was forming in the middle of my bed!
I was too young to be scared, only curious. At first, it took on a swirly ripply kind of vortex then it became a hole, a REAL hole! Being curious, I naturally peered in. The hole wasn't black and was lit from within, about the same dimensions of a manhole. It even looked like one with a ladder that went around, metal hand rungs and everything.
I could hear faintly some noises like a bunch of machinery running and a great hum. It even vibrated the bed slightly. I decided to climb into the hole and went probably about 20 steps down the ladder. As I descended, the noise got louder -- almost ear splitting. As I descended further I saw a huge factory.
I had a bird's-eye-view from the ceiling of the warehouse/factory. Men were working on what looked like engines of some sort. All the workers were men and they were all dressed in dark blue shirts and some in dark blue coveralls. The walls were concrete blocks painted green with long but short windows that trimmed the top of the walls.
The noise was horrible and everyone was shouting to be heard over the din. I couldn't figure out how or why this came to be. The noise was so bad I could only stand it for about a minute and went back up the ladder. After I climbed out, I tried to wake my brother, but I couldn't get him up. I wanted him to watch me as I went back down the hole. The hole was still there and I knew this was not a normal experience, so in order to satisfy my sanity I went down the hole again hoping to make sense of this.
Same thing again, workers in blue and loud engines being built and tested. I stayed this time for as long as I could, about three minutes or so and just watched the men work. No one seemed to notice me. For some reason, I started to get scared and thought if the hole closed up I wouldn't be able to get back. I climbed back up, and just in time, because the hole just vanished just as soon as I came back out.
It never made a sound vanishing, no vortex like when it first formed, it was plain just was not there anymore. I was sort of disappointed that what I saw was just a bunch of guys working on some boring engines. You would think if you found an amazing hole in the middle of your bed there might be something more interesting to see!
Of course I told my mother and she said I was dreaming, and I said I wasn't. I KNOW I was not dreaming: the noise, the physical act of climbing up and down, studying this thing quite intensely for the 15 minutes or so that it existed in the middle of my bed.
I have no idea what this experience was, or means. I remember this event as if it happened yesterday and I am 53 now. Could this possibly have been a time slip of sort? It's one of those strange experiences from my childhood that defy explanation.