I was riding home from evening shift once at 22:30 ish. Mid winter, pitch dark, but quite a bright bike lamp.
The next thing I knew, I was four miles up the road and couldn't remember anything of those four miles. My lamp was dead as a dodo.
I had some horific nightmares over the next few weeks - recurring dreams, my psychotherapist told me - about two white figures and a shiney round object.
The next thing I knew, I was four miles up the road and couldn't remember anything of those four miles. My lamp was dead as a dodo.
I had some horific nightmares over the next few weeks - recurring dreams, my psychotherapist told me - about two white figures and a shiney round object.