Lynchian Head Fuck
Occurs during or after watching one of the works of Filmmaker David Lynch, when the astutley observed, nightmarish portrayal of the true nature of the human condition causes such a level of identification with the protagonist(s), that one suffers their fate and (either momentarily or on a prolonged, recurrent basis) begins to question the reality of his or her surroundings, relationships, actions and the time-space continuum itself.
I watched Inland Empire the other day, the room 47 scene spun me into a Lynchian Head Fuck.