Neville saw, while lying on his bed, a vision of an unoccupied hotel suite, entered it in consciousness so that it took on cubic reality, explored a dressing room and corridor, told two frightened ladies it was all a dream, handled a suspended chandelier he recognised from a friend's home, and then had to work his way back to his body by imagining and feeling a pillow under his head, waking cataleptic until he could move his arm and touch his sleeping wife.