Mon, 8 Mar 1993 17:54:26 -0500 (EST)

Last night I didn't go to bed until around 9:00 p.m. I awakened abouttwo hours later with my eyes clogged. I could clearly hear the white noiseof the television set which my grandmother was watching in the other room.I also became aware of a very peculiar, high-pitched whispering voice, whichseemed to speak in English, though for some reason it was unable to formsentences. I wondered who could be speaking so strangely. I thought thatperhaps this person was talking through the TV somehow, but the clarityof sound indicated that it must be coming from within my grandmother. Idecided to get out of bed, but realized that I could not move a muscle,I was in a paralyzed state. I remember feeling myself floating out of bedin a tantalizing cloud of radioactive breath that seemed to come out ofnowhere. I felt myself surrounded by rolling fields that stretched on formiles. I knew it was the ranch I had lived on as a boy. But there was ashadow, the big mineral ores I had mined as a child. I had loved those oresmore than anything else in the world. Then, there she was, my grandmother,prancing and tossing her head like a young filly again. I grabbed her hairin my hands and pulled myself up on her bare back. Off we went across therolling hills we had come to know so well so many years ago. Hearts pounding,spirits soaring. I woke up the next day in a hospital bed and never spokeof my experience until now.