I was stationed at Indian Springs AFB in 1983. One night seceral of us Airmen had dragged a keg of beer out in the middle of the desert to party and blow off a little steam. As you can imagine not much else to do there. About 2AM i was getting tired and wanted to go back to the dorm and go to sleep. The Friend that had given me a ride wanted to stay. Since the base was only about 3 or 4 miles away i decided to walk. It was December so it was cold. I was wearing a military parka so I didn't see that as a big deal. About a mile and a half from where we had been partying i started to get very cold and was shaking. I kneeled down to gather some body heat. The next thing I know is that I am waking up with a man on top of me with a gun stuck between my eyes. He was the owner of a home I had gotten into. He did not know me and all the windows and doors to his home were locked, there were no signs of a forced entry. He also had a German Sheperd in his yard that was completely fenced, that would have chewed me up had I tried to enter. He held me at gun point while his wife called the Police. When the Police arrived they simply drove me to the base and left me with my Base Commander. The home owner had found me sleeping on his couch in his living room. I had a pillow under my head and a blanket over me. I nor the home owner knew each other and niether one of us had any idea how I got in his home. The house that I woke up in would not have been the first home that I would have come to, far from it. I noticed that I had a slight cut on my stomach that was very deep but there was no sign of blood and it healed within days. My Base Commander was lost for words, and since I was his administrative asst. he knew me very well. This was not something that I would do. In later talking to some of my buddy's that had stayed at the site where we were partying they indicated that about an hour after I had left to walk back to the base they did notice some strange lights coming from the other side of the hill in the spot where I remembered just kneeling down to gather body heat. I had been drinking beer that night but was now drunk. I have never found out what exactly happened to me that night and nobody in the small town of Indian Springs, Nevada ever came forward with any kind of explanation. I remember having another incident when I was a child but thats for another time.