What is the most bizarre experience in your life? Doesn't need to include the supernatural or anything. What really pushed the boat out in terms of life experience for you?

I was a young teenager, maybe just 12 or so. I was walking in the city when a woman approached me and offered me money for lying to her husband. She handed me a bag with dinnerware. I was supposed to wait a few minutes, then enter a nearby office building where she was working with her husband. I was supposed to tell the couple I was her remote cousin and the bag came from her great aunt. She had obviously bought the stuff but didn't want her niggard husband to know.

I'm not a good actor. He didn't believe a word and I gave back the money to the poor woman

I'd say what I can only assume is dissociation -- everything feels not real. Much stranger than taking drugs (sorta feels like echoes of past mushroom trips), maybe because it's less in your face. Doesn't happen often, but when it does it's a weird day or two.

LSD.

mine would be a time I attended a concert, and got high on the music alone, I don't do weed, and I didn't smell it then either.

Seeing mountains, in Wales, for the first time IRL. I was about 8 at the time. Awesome!!

Svartalf wrote:mine would be a time I attended a concert, and got high on the music alone, I don't do weed, and I didn't smell it then either.

I saw Jethro Tull in the 90's at a breezy outdoor concert in Massachusetts. All I could smell from my vantage point on the lawn, was a never-ending whiff of weed. I do weed.

While not the most bizarre experience of my life, this one's probably up there. I used to hang around the center and square area of my hometown as a teenager, and there was a kid around our age who would ride his bike around alone, he didn't seem to have friends. We actually tried to break the ice with him but it never got past "hello" with him still pedaling by about as fast as he could. One time he came out of a side street by us into the main road and was struck by an suv and knocked to the ground. It seemed to happen in slow-motion for me like these things do. I was sure he was dead, but he immediately got up, ran across the street with a duffel bag and hid it in the bushes in front of a building, then went back to the scene and rolled around on the ground in agony. When the police showed up, other bystanders told them about the duffel bag and they retrieved it. Poor kid. I have no idea what was in it, surely something of interest.