What happened next is rather hard to explain because it makes little logical sense, but I'll try.
I took one last look toward the spotlight, which I could barely see through the trees before. I froze. There was no blinding spotlight, only the lit field - illuminated as if the spotlight were pointed straight at the ground. Most puzzling is that the dense thicket of trees I had walked though was gone. I could see only the field.
At this point, I'm not even certain I was still in my car. I could not think of anything else. I was completely frozen, only able to take in the psychedelic vision that presented itself before me.
The illuminated area started to grow smaller, then stopped. At the dead center of the field was a man. He had a gun by his side. I remember feeling my hands, but every time I moved them, the man moved the gun closer to his head, as if preparing to shoot himself. So I froze again, not daring to see what would happen.
Then I could feel my legs. They started to hurt. I didn't dare move them ether. Soon I could feel my whole body, but again, I dared not move. I was not aware of the dimension of time at this point. I sat still, drawn into the view. I grew tired. My hands fluttered and the man's arm raised more, now pointing the gun straight at his head.
He started crying. He was looking at me now. His other hand raised and pointed to his left. I was now aware of some cuts on his body, even though he was so far away. They seemed not to be old wounds, yet they did not bleed.
"THEEEEERE!" He screamed. It was like he was right next to me, his voice piercing like an air siren. I thought my heart would fail and felt like my chest was being sliced up from the inside.
The gun fired and I raised my arms to my ears in a pathetic attempt to block the noise. The noise stopped and I looked up. I was in my car... and my car was in the field. In a daze, I got out and saw tire tracks leading from the road to my car.
Had I had fallen asleep? For some reason, I was not at all frightened then. In fact, I didn't fully remember what happened until I was in Sydney hours later.
Return to the field
Some days later, I returned to that field in the daytime and looked around for the spot I would have been standing in during this dream-like incident. When I found what I vaguely remembered resembled the view of the field, I looked in the direction the man had been pointing.
In the distance I saw a house. Now I swear, when I looked at that house, I saw a man in the window. He wasn't the same man, but that didn't matter. He was upside-down.
That was all I needed to go speeding home at a million miles an hour. I never took that road again. In fact, I never drove at night again.
