Not the same as an encounter with the cops, but when I lived in Miami in 2005, I got lost in Little Haiti coming back from a club while rolling on 3 pills. I was stopped at an intersection(in my pimp 1999 Dodge Caravan SE), when I heard a knock at my window. I looked over, and a very large gentleman of African-American descent with a gun in his hand informed me in very descriptive and obscene language that I should hand over the vehicle to him in a timely fashion(or more accurately, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE CAR NOW MOTHER FUCKER. GET OUT NOW. GET THE FUCK OUT OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU). Two seconds later, I process the fact that my life is now in extreme danger, and hit the gas as hard as I could through a red light. As I'm driving off, I hear three shots being fired. I'm not sure if he was firing at me or in the air, I didn't really feel the need to sit up in my seat long enough to find out. I think I was going 120 mph at one point down the road. Long story short, the buzz and huge shot of adrenaline I got out of that was the one of the strangest feelings I've ever had, almost like an out-of-body experience.