This dream was like a short episode of The Twilight Zone.

  It took place in a particular area of a floor below the main floor of a large building.  The main floor was ground level going out the front, but the floor below was ground level going out the back of the building.

  I was a person accompanying a few others who were looking at this area of the lower level.  The area was basically just a few small rooms and a hallway that was empty, dusty, and in disrepair for years of no use, and some people wanted to fix it up and put it to use.

  There was a man there who had been in charge of starting to clean up the place, and we happened across him.  He was a sort of maintenance worker/janitor, and he was about 30.  We observed that he had begun re-bricking the sill of a doorway that was falling apart, and we were generally pleased with the progress.

  Some minor things, that I don't recall, happened, and then I was no longer a person in the dream, but merely an observer of the dream.  The man had walked down a portion of the hallway, and then walked back to find that the surroundings had changed somewhat, by way of them being cleaner and painted white, and there were a few other people take a look around to assess the place.

  I knew, though I'm not sure if he did, yet, that he had traveled a short time into the future, as in a matter of months.  He continued his work as usual, despite the circumstances, and by the manner of the others, it was as if he had not been away for a long time.  It was more like he just didn't remember anything that happened.

  Later, his duty took him back down that hallway, and when he returned, about 10 years had passed, and he was older.  The place was fixed up, but the rooms down there had been turned into living quarters for him.  It was apparently decided that the business would rather have it's main maintenance guy be there and available 24/7, so they converted the area into an apartment, and not a bad one either. 

  The main room was large enough to be a comfortable combination kitchen/living room, and it had a door that led directly outside to behind the building.

  I was not too much into his mind, so I'm not sure of his exact thoughts, but he did find this curious, and then went back down the hallway.  He returned and about five years passed.  He found that he had a wife living there with him.

  He made another trip and returned about another five years to find they had a baby.  At this point, there was a voice (remember what I said about The Twighlight Zone) that said, "Sometimes the best way to have a good life is to live it."

  Another ten years to find his son as about 10 years old and there was something a little off about him.  The man went down the hallway again, and the logic of the dream started getting messed up, because even though about 20 years had passed, the son, although not present in the room, was not any older.  The wife was older, but the man seemed to be aging badly.  You'd think he was in his eighties.

  There was some kind of light outside the doorway, and the man decided to go out the door, instead of going down the hallway.  He stepped out and then right back in.  No time had passed, but now his body was beginning to sort of dissolve.

  He laid down on some piece of furniture.  I'm not sure if it was a table or some kind of chair, but he could lay all the way horizontal, and then his wife stood over him attentively.  He looked around the upper walls of the apartment's main room and saw a number of mounted animal heads, less than half of which had large railroad spikes inserted straight downward through their skulls.  For the record, this had been done after they had been mounted.

  The man realized that his son had done that, and realized also that the boy was off because the father had not been the for those long periods of time, which was oddly contrary to the fact that no one else seemed to have noticed his absence, if he had even actually been absent.  I'm still not entirely sure which is the case.

  Anyway, I was in the place of the man, and although I didn't feel pain, I experienced a sensation of my skin drying to a degree and then falling off of my bones, though it was mainly my face.

  I'm apparently dying, and then from out of nowhere, I grab two defib paddles and give myself a jolt, at which point I'm brought out of my actual sleep.  I was not "jerked" awake though, as one might suspect.  It was more like being brought smoothly backwards though a short tunnel into awakeness.  It felt like it took about two seconds.

  FYI: I had watched the movie, Blow, that night, and it influenced many aspects of the dream.