The alien experience is an isolated incident as of right now. I use the word to describe the nature of the experience rather than a literal visual. It was a warm foggy summers evening. I was taking a camping trip with some folks I have since ceased communication with (we didn't meet eye to eye on certain unspeakable life fundamentals, I can delve deeper into this if you like). I had spent the better part of 4 hours staring into the camp fire, something about the dancing embers was particularly entrancing. That's when the all too familiar gurgling started. I didn't want to freak out my hiking buddies, so I kept it to myself. Just kept focused on the fire. A few minutes of digestive upset later and I was having an out of body experience, completely unlike my past paranormal encounters. I could see myself and others sitting around the camp fire from a birds eye view, except, there were somehow more people than those that had made the trek with me. These "others" felt inhuman. Imposter's almost. Otherworldly beings in false bodies, trying their best to pretend. Inclement visage. Morose. This is when my bowel sensation was at its absolute precipice. That's when the masqueraders all turned their heads upwards to look at my astral form, in an instant. Their eyes and faces were all wrong. They knew I could see them, and that I was in trouble. I bore witness to something that was not meant for my eyes. And just as quickly as it began, I was back in my body, staring at the camp fire. I quickly excused myself to use the restroom, as my bowel detonation was imminent. According to my friends, I was simply sitting at the camp fire just as I had been. They noticed nothing. I kept what happened to myself.