I just looked through the results from an annual survey performed on all students taking psychology of religion courses at my college as to their religious experiences. I managed to find the response I handed in to the question "Do you consider your experience to be religious? Why or why not?". My answer was a 'no', and the reason was "can be explained by drink, poetry, tiredness and suggestibility". This is describing an experience I had when I was living up in the Midlands. 
I had drunk a fair bit of Bacardi with orange, was rather depressed and had been reading some beautiful words. I was looking out of my window late at night when I saw the lights from a police car that was pulling in to the drive across the way from where I lived. At that moment, my brain did some kind of freaky thing where it suddenly felt very relaxed and active at the same time. The result was optimism and a certain amount of resolve in an important decision I had to make.
My late grandma once thought she had an out-of-body vision or experience when all these cryptic orange lights invaded her room at 1am. Turned out to be a grit-spreading lorry driving by - you know, when Britain still got snow rather than just endless dreary rain.
