Imagine you could experience the world the way someone else does, not just see through their eyes, but feel what they feel.

It's supposed to be six chests up there.

We get this shit, come back, and enjoy the rest of my life.

Love what they love, hate who they hate.

She's the, you know, she's the witch.

But the wits come true.

But your perception of reality is filtered through years of experiences, heartbreak, and trauma,

and there are barriers in our heads between your reality and my reality.

And you go into a laboratory and they throw a switch in your head and suddenly you realize

holy shit it wasn't bullshit it's real.

This season on the unfictional podcast stories that melt those barriers.

But I fundamentally disagree with your core beliefs.

Like the experimental treatment that works almost too well.

Like living in a hallucination as I drove the car.

Or a man who sells get-rich quick schemes at a call center

until it unleashes a previously unknown part of himself.

It made me mean, but I was good at it. In 1-800,

Kiss My ass.

Was that the first time you'd ever talked to a skinhead?

Very first time, without violence breaking out.

Let's just put it like that.

The reporter who went to cover a Juggalo March, but instead just became a Juggalo.

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