I was really, really young so forgive me if this makes no sense. The few details that remain, for some reason, I always remembered, and probbaly always will. But what the hell was going on, I have no clue.
I was holding one or the other following objects; a black glass ashtray, or a brown empty beer bottle. I stuck it in my face and started walking around, and everything I saw through it was distorted, and coloured in dark brown and some really dark orange. I think my parents were having a party, and I walked in there and said things to people, or at least, made noises at people, all the while still looking through whatever I was holding. I remember people paying attention then, and my dad gently taking my object away. I don’t remember much after that, but I went back in my bedroom, and then, zilch.
It seems bizarre to me if only because it’s so random yet I always remembered this.