When I was about four or five years old, I used to sleep in my parent's bed. It was due to the fact that I was afraid of the dark and being alone. So the story I'm about to tell happened in their room while they weren't there.
Anyways one night I was asleep in there while they weren't. It must have been early in the night then for me to be asleep and them still up.
I used to have these two "blankies" that I was very attached to. I had them for years until I lost them in a hotel somewhere. They were very precious to me.
I was asleep that night and I had a dream (or possibly a vision of some kind) that I was in bed, alone, like I actually was. A porthole type of thing opened right next to the bed. It was a giant circular hole that I could look into. It scared me and then to my horror it sucked one of my blankies up into it! I screamed and jumped for the hole and looked into it. What I saw was what appeared to be some type of medieval town. There was a dirt road and people in "peasants' clothes" walking around with wooden carts and carriages. The road had a few buildings on each side. I was looking down from a bird's eye view.
I specifically remember a building with stone steps with gargoyles on both sides.
I considered jumping in to retrieve my blanket but was too afraid. Then I woke up screaming for my blankie. I couldn't find it anywhere. My parents ran in and they found it buried under the normal bed sheets.
I'm wondering if this was some type of window into the past or something? Any advice or ideas you have are much appreciated!