As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Vol. 05 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: November 24, 2024

Today we have more than 2.5 hours of True Glitch In The Matrix Stories with a lovely late night ambience. This is part of the "Scary Stories for Dark Dreams" series, which is a collection of stories put together for the sake of sleep or simple background noise. There is one Ad break at around 15 Minutes So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Typically, in the spring and fall, around our birthday months, mine's in April, his is October, we would randomly decide on where to go, load up the car, and just head out on to the road. Of course, he would have to schedule the time off, and I would have to make sure my clients knew that I would be out for a few days. So, they weren't 100,000. percent impromptu.

There was always some planning and scheduling, but we would pretty much randomly choose our destination the week of the trips. He and I have been together for close to 10 years now, and we did this every year from the fifth year we were together, all the way to 2019. When we had the money and the time, we would just go. On the particular trip back in early 2019, that this whole glitch happened.

We had actually planned to take a long drive from our home in Madison Heights, Michigan, all the way out to a place called Bryce Canyon National Park in southern Utah. This trip was a particularly long one. It was about a 28-hour drive, so we had planned on taking a little more than a week off, and we were going to stop around the halfway mark, somewhere between the southwestern tip of Nebraska and the top corner of Colorado. If you've never driven that little section of this country, there really isn't much there between North Platte and Sterling.

But it's still beautiful, at least to me. I remember this whole plan because I recall how much we had actually planned out on this specific trip. It was a bit out of character for us to do so much plotting along the way, but we felt it was necessary due to the length of the drive. And while some people may say that we could have just gone straight through if one of us slept, and the other one drove, the problem with that is that I actually don't have a license due to a medical issue that I'm not going to get into here.

But he obviously knew this and he was totally fine, with driving and stopping about midway. Plus, it gave us more time to take it all in, which isn't that the point of road trips anyways? Back to it. The plan, as stated, was to leave our home at 5 in the morning. We would drive all the way out to the tiny tourist town of Aguilala, Nebraska, and spend the night there.

This would be about 16 hours, and then the remainder of the trip from Agalala to, Bryce Canyon in the morning, which was only about 11 hours. Splitting it with the majority in the first half meant that we could go a bit slower on the trip throughout literally all of Colorado, if necessary, and we would still get there at a good time to check in to the hotel. We followed this plan as we had basically written it.

We left home on time, got out to Aguilala, stayed there overnight, and then planned to head out in the morning. While day one was perfect, it was day two where things kind of went awry. We both woke up in a slight bit of a panic, because when we opened our eyes, we noticed it was already sunny out. Our plan was to head out around five in the morning and get there at five to six in the evening. But when we checked the clock, it was already 8.30. For some reason, Dan's phone didn't charge and had died overnight, which caused our main alarm to not go off. And while this isn't necessarily the glitch, we checked the charger and the outlet.

He unplugged the phone and plugged it back in, and it started charging. It was definitely weird, but it's not what the story is about. Because we woke up late, we decided to go ahead and just get breakfast since our plan was already messed up. We stopped at a local diner, we had our food and enjoyed the late morning, and then headed out onto the highway at around 10.30 or so. This meant, if we drove directly, we would get to our hotel destination at 10 at the earliest. So it wasn't too bad, but it was still way off schedule, which definitely upset Dan. I told him it was fine, and that losing a few hours was acceptable since we planned to take it slow today anyways.

After a bit, we were on the road and back to a steady pace, so things were getting as close to back on track as they could. After about three hours on the highway, heading straight for our destination, Google Maps made a comment about there being heavy traffic ahead, or something about an accident. I can't remember, but it recommended an alternate route, and that would add about 20 minutes to our time. Again, Dan was upset, but we relented and took the route that had said that we should. Adding this extra half hour meant that we would get there at around 11 or so, and that we would be entering Utah somewhere close to 6 p.m. This is where the glitch actually happens. By this time, we had been on the road for three and a half hours,

and we got on the road at 10.30 a.m. This means that it was only around two in the afternoon. Only a few minutes after we get back on to the route, Google Maps chimes in again and does its little, Welcome to Utah. When it said this, I chuckled and said, See, we're making good time. Which was apparently the wrong thing to say,

because my boyfriend pulled the car over and just stared at the phone blankly. I asked him what was going on because it kind of freaked me out. He just slowly looked back over at me and then back to the phone and then once more at me with that look of pure shock. At first for me it didn't click, but he quickly explained why he was so confused. There was absolutely no, way for us to already be hitting Utah.

It's around seven hours to get from Ogalala to the Utah border on 70 West, which is the highway we had been taking. We left at 10.30 because we woke up late. We had to add half an hour because of the accident, which meant that it was going to be seven and a half hours after the time we left at the minimum, which was going to be somewhere in the realm of 6 p.m. or later. The time that it said we had entered Utah, and the time on the clock, was 2.18. Based on this time, we would have had to have been going at a ridiculous speed to get there, and we weren't. He was adamant that it was impossible, but he reloaded map.

on his phone, made me loaded up on my phone, and he checked the clock on every device that we owned. They all synced up. We were four and a half hours away from Bryce Canyon. It was 2.18 p.m. Somehow, without any logical explanation, we had managed to get ourselves pretty much back to the original schedule, despite waking up late and the delay on the road. I didn't have an explanation, but I was happy to chalk it up to some kind of miracle.

He was not. He was in a weird state of panic, but after a while, we got back on the road and pressed on. We got to the hotel at around six. We checked in, and he went straight to sleep for the night. Which was kind of a bummer, but I could tell this whole thing had messed with his head. Thankfully, it didn't affect him enough to ruin our trip or anything, but it was enough for that to be our last road trip for a while. Obviously, we've missed out on a few because of COVID,

but we didn't go anywhere at the end of 2019 or beginning of 2020, mostly because of him. As much as he won't admit it, I feel like this whole thing has actually given him a weird fear of driving long distances, which is not something he's. had to deal with prior. I'm hopeful that I'll be able to get him to go on a trip this year, but I'm also not holding my breath. But anyways, that's my glitch, and it's one that I still don't have an answer for to this day. I literally just posted here, but writing out my story

and reading all of your posts really has me reflecting on my glitchy experiences. When I was in college, I was a banquet worker at a hotel. One night we were hosting a wedding and ran out of trash bags. We couldn't find any anywhere, so my boss asked me if I could track down a room service cart and grab anything that I could find. Even if it was small. At this point, it was almost 1 a.m.

The wedding was winding down and the hotel was quiet. I didn't have access to the room service, closet, slash laundry as a banquet server, so I was literally just going floor to floor hoping someone had left their cart out. Finally, on the sixth floor, I saw a cart at the end of the hallway. I could hear a baby crying, and I saw one of our hotel provided bassinets in the hall next to a closed room door. I had to pass the bassinet to get to the cart.

It was empty, as it should have been. As I got closer, the crying became louder. It made absolute sense to me. It gave me a nicky feeling in my stomach, but I thought nothing of it. The baby must be in the room crying, and the parents parked the bassinet outside because they decided not to use it, right? I raided the cart for the roll of bags and noticed that the cart belonged to my friend Juana. She had an aerosmith sticker on her cart, so I knew it.

it was hers. The next day, I saw her at work and mentioned that I had stolen her bags and apologized because she had probably had to hunt some down at the beginning of her shift. I then jokingly thanked her for leaving it next to the bassinet-slash-baby room and joked about how unsettling it felt to be in an empty hotel corridor next to an empty bassinet while listening to a crying baby in the wee hours of the morning. She was like, that's weird. I cleaned a room on that floor at the very beginning of my shift.

I took the bassinet back down to the rollaway storage room first thing yesterday morning. The family checked out before you even got on. We discussed how unusual it was to have more than one family with the baby request to bassinet so close together. Especially on the same floor. We rarely had to dig out the bassinets. As I was leaving and clocking out in the laundry room, Juana stopped me to tell me that bassinet should not have been there, and that no other families had requested one.

We have a checkout sheet for bassinets and roll away beds, so that if we need one, we can't find one, we know where they were the last time they were used. Sure enough, Juana's room was the last one to have a bassinet. The sheet showed another co-worker checking it out, for the family when they arrived, and Juana checking it back in to the rollaway room over 12 hours before I saw it in the hallway.

I guess technically she could have forged her check-in signature, but there's really no reason for her to have done that, and she clearly recalled returning it to the closet. Regardless of whether or not the bassinet should have been there, the crying baby definitely shouldn't have been. The family had checked out earlier and had been long gone before I went hunting for a cart. This happened to bea-ra-rail. Embarked and profite. Embarked and relaxed. Syrotay, bookine. Oh, so-sie. And profite.

Vi-a-rail, the voice that we love. This happened when my cousin and I were teenagers. Probably around 15 and 16. respectively. Many members of my family were staying overnight at a hotel after the wedding of another family member. My cousin actually thinks it was for a different person's wedding, but that detail doesn't change the story. I was not one of the people staying the night at the hotel, but I had some time to hang out and have fun with my cousin before my parents were coming to pick me up. We didn't have a lot to do, and we tended to be kind of mischievous when we hung out together.

We never did anything crazy, just average dumb kid shenanigans. So, essentially, we decided to just walk slash run around different areas of the hotel, exploring, getting snacks, etc. My cousin remembers us knocking on the door to random rooms and running away. At one point we noticed a middle-aged man in the same hall as us, who was wearing nondescript clothing and had on a tool belt. We tried to act natural as soon as we spotted him, but I'm sure we weren't very convincing.

From this point, every time we turned around a corner and checked behind us, this man would be following us. He never yelled at us or said anything, and he never moved at a pace faster than an average walking speed, but it was extremely clear that he was following wherever we tried to go. It freaked us out a lot because we obviously didn't want to get in trouble, plus the dude had a weird energy with his silent, casual walk. We were panicking pretty hard after a few minutes of this,

so our plan was to get in the elevator and quickly choose a random phone. floor a few levels up, so that the guy wouldn't know where we went. When we got in the elevator, he was walking toward us from our left side, so when we were inside and turned around, he would have been coming from our right side. And he was maybe a hundred feet down the hallway. We go up at least three or four floors, turn left out of the elevator, and start fast walking in that direction. Within 10 seconds of us kidding off the elevator, the same guy rounds a corner a little way down the hall

and is now walking towards us. I just daintly remember saying that's not possible out loud to my cousin as we were rushing back to the elevator. After that, we actually went to the front desk and told the lady working there that we were being followed. And when we described the guy,

She told us that he worked there. We spent the rest of the time hidden in a little nook next to the lobby area, where we could stay blocked by a bookshelf. At one point, the tool belt guy did come into the lobby, and we saw him talk to the lady at the desk before leaving. I was 100% convinced at that time that I had just seen something completely unnatural, and not humanly possible. Even if the guy could have gotten to the elevator to see which floor we'd gone to,

there's absolutely no way I could think of that he could have gotten up to the same floor from either a staircase or a different elevator in time to be walking at us from the opposite direction than he was coming from before, no more than 10 to 15 seconds after we'd gotten out of the elevator. It's always stuck in my mind as something, something weird, but over the years I started to write it off as an overactive imagination due to how scared I was in the moment.

Then I just saw my cousin when we hung out over New Year's, and she brought up the hotel and how the man had been following us through the halls. Once she mentioned it, I started to say that, at the time, I thought he had traveled an impossible distance in an impossible amount of time, while for him. following us. And before I could even finish recounting the exact scenario, my cousin was nodding that she remembers it too. I'm still not sure what to make of the situation, but it's definitely the weirdest story that I have. I'm reposting this story because it's been over four years since I last shared it. I've been binging this sub recently and thought I would take a shot at getting

some more opinions. Sorry for the length, but I wanted to be as detailed as possible. Bear with me because I feel like it's worth it, hopefully. Okay. So this happened to me about six years ago. Two years at the time of writing this. It really freaked me out at the time, and I couldn't wrap my head around it. And I still can't, but after finding the sub,

I figured I would share it with y'all and see if you can shed some light. I want to preface the story that this happened right around New Year's, a couple of years back. At the time, a large group of some old friends had taken a road trip together from the East Coast to visit myself and some other friends here in Colorado. There were about 14 of them that all caravanned out to stay for a week and to celebrate New Year's in Denver. A couple of days in, everyone decided to all go get food and drinks from this place in Denver, so I took the 40-minute drive from where I live to meet up with them. I drove up to the restaurant and parked my car outside on the side of the street.

Everyone was already inside. I turned my car off and got out only to realize I didn't have my wallet. I unlocked and opened the car back up, and grabbed my wallet off of the passenger seat. Then I closed the driver's door once again. This is where things get weird. This time, when I reached for my keys to re-lock the car, it wasn't in my pocket, where I could have sworn I had just placed it.

I started to check around my other pockets, but it was nowhere to be found. I checked the driver's seat, passenger's seat, and even the back seat, but nothing. Then I thought to myself, what if it fell on the ground when I got out of the car? Maybe it was on my lap. I look on the ground to find a big, dirty, slushy puddle of water from snow melt that my car is parked in.

At this point, I decide to get an empty 24-ounce coffee cup out of the back seat and start sifting through the water to try to see if it fell in. After about 20 to 30 minutes of sifting through this disgusting water, I give up and go inside to meet my pals. By this time, I'm like 45 minutes late to meet them because I've spent the whole time outside looking for my key. I tell them about the situation, and we all agree that it's definitely somewhere in my car,

and to not worry about it too much. We all get food for about another 40,000, and then we decide to split. We leave, and about ten of them, that's not an exaggeration here, came outside to my car to help me look inside and around my car. We all searched high and low, tearing my car apart, looking for that key, but still nothing. After a good 30 minutes, we called it off and someone gave me a lift back to my house.

I had to call a tow truck to bring my car home, because that was my only key. The next day, I had a locksmith come to my house and make me two new keys, just plain metal, non-electric ones with no fob. I used one and kept the other in my house. Fast forward, about two months down the line, my friend and I are at my house and decide to go somewhere. I can't remember where, and we hop in my car. He jumps in the passenger seat, and I and...

the drivers. While I'm getting my things in order, I see him reach under his butt and proceed to pull something out from under him that he's sitting on. Lo and behold, he pulls out the electronic key that disappeared two months earlier. Just right off the passenger seat. It's important to note that this is not a friend who I had been with at all during the time of losing the key. In fact, he wasn't even in the seat. state that week, and I'm pretty sure he knew nothing about me losing it in the first place. For the life of me, I cannot understand how it got there. I know it wasn't there earlier that day or even that month. I would have seen it either cleaning out my car, or one of my ten friends

who had helped me search would have seen it sitting there. The crazy thing is, a bunch of other people have ridden in my car post losing that key and pre-friend sitting on it. Nobody else had ever noticed anything was there under their back end. I don't get what happened, but I know that dang key was not just sitting on that seat for two months. I'm positive of it. I was dumbfounded at the time, and I honestly, six years later, still am. I've since reconciled the fact sometimes we experience glitches in the Matrix,

and it's often best to not overthink it. Otherwise, I'll just drive myself insane. I am curious to hear what y'all's opinions are or similar experiences have been. In October, I was driving on Snoqualmie Pass late at night, when a semi-truck drove through a barrier separating the westbound and eastbound lanes.

No one was killed, but the truck was laying on its side across one lane, and between the three vehicles that had been hit and the debris from the barriers, both lanes were completely blocked. Traffic was stopped, and I was among the cars stuck on the pass with no clue about what had had happened. A few hours later, they had enough of my lane clear, the one that didn't have a semi-laying across it, that we were able to slowly continue driving. As we got closer to the wreck, we started to see the debris that had been moved to the side of

the road, and eventually I was shocked to see an ambulance halfway over part of the broken barrier with its front wheels on my side of the barrier, and the barrier completely crumbling around it. It had definitely been part of the accident, and had gone. gone over the barrier. Not too far away was more of the cars that had been hit and the sideways semi. I assumed that the ambulance had crashed on its way to help. I remember staring at it and wishing that I had a chance to take a picture, but I got several good looks at it. The idea of an ambulance being involved in an accident was crazy to me, and I just couldn't stop staring.

I was on the phone with my mom and described what I saw, and also described it to my friends in a group message the next morning, before I had researched the accident. The next day, I went online to find out the story of what had happened, and reports did say that an ambulance had been involved, but when I saw pictures from the scene, I was surprised to see pictures of the ambulance on top of another car. not halfway over the barrier like I clearly remembered.

I thought two ambulances must have been involved, and I asked about it on a Facebook post made by the department. The ambulance belonged to where they had reported the accident, and I asked if there had been two ambulances and described what I saw. They commented back saying there was only one, and suggesting that the ambulance I had saw had been parked in a gap in the barrier to assist with the accident. But I didn't see an ambulance parked in a gap in the barrier.

I saw an ambulance with two wheels in the air, resting on a crumbling barrier, pointing right into my lane, as if it had crashed through it. So I'm still trying to work out, what the heck happened? I don't think I've posted this before, but if I have and somehow forgot, my apologies.

boring relevant info first. I was born in New South Wales, Australia, the capital of Sydney, and my hometown for the first two years of my life, was a few hours drive north of Sydney. At the age of two, my family left New South Wales and moved even further up north to Queensland,

putting us many hours in the opposite direction of Sydney, about 18 hours by car. Fast forward to 2013, and I meet a guy in Sydney online, and we start dating. He visits me the first lot of times, and then I went down there to see him. He decided to show me around the markets and other areas. Now, I'd never been to Sydney that I could remember, but suddenly assumed that I must have been because I remembered pretty much everything. The streets, the markets, the roads, I remembered it all.

I also remembered riding the monorail, which was opened in 1988, and decommissioned in early 2013. Growing up, I always remembered the experience and my sister being with me while I was on it. It was such a clear memory that I never thought to inquire as to whether it actually happened. When I got back home, I told my mom about seeing everything again, and remembering riding the monorail, and how now it was no longer operating. My mom looked at me strangely, and told me that she had never taken me to Sydney at all, and that while my family lived in New South Wales and moved to Queensland when I was two, there had never been a trip to Sydney. To this day, I have no idea how I knew my way around Sydney, or how come I remembered riding the monorail with my sister, when my family says it never happened.

For some bonus weirdness, to add to it, the guy I was dating was quite bizarre. And I ended up believing he was a spy. He had claimed to go by one name and to work in a particular place. Turns out, he had never worked there despite regular, He was regularly chatting to me about his workplace, and the people there in an animated way as if he had. He also claimed to be a schoolteacher under another name. And at one stage, years after we had broken up, he appeared as a suggested friend on Facebook under yet another name,

before that profile quickly disappeared. He also took regular private flights somewhere, with people he claimed had offered him money to play poker with, despite the fact that he wasn't actually much of a poker player. So, yeah, that was strange. As a child, I used to entertain this fantasy. I'm assuming the majority of people space out from time to time. However subtle or severe, this semi-unconscious occurrence is presented,

it's both unique to the individual and similar to the experiences of others. With that understanding, you can also identify the feeling of snapping out of it, or the moment when the zoning out ends and the alertness returns to leave you asking yourself, where was I? And how long was I there? To put it broadly, as an adult, it is more so an avalanche of thoughts that I can actually recollect. But as a child, it was more like waking up from a nap. I used to imagine that when this would happen, that the whole world was being paused. Everyone in everything was motionless, unaware, and unable to sense this pause the world over.

It may have lasted a couple of seconds or a whole day, but everyone experienced it simultaneously and snapped out of it at the same time. then continuing about their lives without noticing. Everyone except me, of course. I grew up in southwest Michigan slash northwest Indiana, and my family has 200 acres in Knox, Indiana, Toto Road for reference, that we use mainly for hunting. We hunt mornings and nights for two weeks straight when deer season arrives in November, only making occasional trips to town for necessities,

or dinner at a restaurant some nights. This leaves afternoons wide open for hanging out and doing absolutely nothing. One day, when I was 16, me and my cousin were talking and playing catch with the bouncy ball out in the drive in front of the cabin after the morning hunt, and we were probably about 75 yards apart.

All of a sudden, he stops and turns around. He looks confused, and after about 30 seconds of watching him turn in curious circles, I started shouting something along the lines of, What are you doing? He started walking towards me, looking around quizzically. He got close to me before his bewildered gaze was then focused on me. He whispered,

Do you hear how quiet it is out here? I laughed at how serious he came across at first. I was imagining something much more urgent, seconds earlier as he approached me, but his demeanor ceased to budge, and without words demanded my full attention to his question. We stood there and stared at the ground. It was quiet, a quiet like I've never experienced before or since.

This wasn't just quiet. This was an absolute absence of sound. As I realized he wasn't just joking around, my hair stood on end from the top of my head, and I got chills through my arms. Indiana is flat. You can hear cars and trucks from a mile away out in the country. When there's no cars around, the air is still filled with the noise of cicadas, birds, leaves in the wind. There was no wind.

No wildlife, no motion to the surrounding area whatsoever. The universe? in this moment, was unnervingly still and lifeless. So much that the leaves and the trees were frozen in time, you could have heard a pin drop in the sand. This persisted, and we stood there exploring this moment for five minutes tops, not moving a muscle, let alone speaking and interrupting the pure silence. As quickly as it set on,

a gust of wind that started weak and grew in strength gave way to a gust of a gust of wind that started weak and grew in strength gave way to a truck rumbling in the distance, and the familiar hum of insects and leaves rustling all around us. And this was perhaps even more unsettling, as the noise made the silence feel all the more real. This story is 100% true, and I would like to know if anyone here has experienced anything similar. There are two parts to this story. The first part takes place in the same.

summer of the year 2000, and the second takes place in the summer of 2020. There had been several creepy and unexplained things going on in my grandparents' house, since we had moved in two years prior, but this event topped them all. It was a hot, sticky summer night in northern New Jersey. The central air was on full blast, though, so the temperature inside my house was rather chilly. I remember falling asleep with my bed sheets all the way up to my chin. I was woken up for seemingly no good reason in the middle of the night. I turned on to my side and tried to fall back asleep when I heard a noise. The sound was a creek from one of the steps on the staircase outside of my room.

A random creek wouldn't have made me bat an eye usually, but it was what I heard next that had me sit up quickly. wide-eyed and silently listening. Another creak from the staircase, and a few seconds later, another. Someone was sneaking up the stairs. Someone must have cut the alarm, and it was sneaking up the stairs to do God-know-what to my family. My 11-year-old mind was racing. I had no idea what to do. All I could think to do was keep counting the creeks and wait for whoever it was to get to the

top of the stairs. I knew that there was six stairs, then a landing, and then five more stairs in the staircase, so it would take me thirteen steps to reach the top. I counted the criques in my head with bated breath. By the time the sixth creek sounded, I hatched a plan. I would grab the largest and heaviest toy within reach and slam it into the face of this would-be assailant once they got to the second floor. The creeks got closer, but they stayed the same speed, slow and methodical. Once I heard the 12th Creek, in one fluid motion,

I grabbed a large toy, sprang from my bed, and spun around the corner to face the top of the stairs. I cocked back my hand to slam this toy into the face of whoever it was creeping up the stairs, but to my shock and horror, I was met with empty space. There was nobody there. The epilogue to this story came 20 years after the original events took place. On a cool summer evening, two years ago,

I'd come home late from a night out with friends. I turned on my television and fell asleep in front of it, before changing my clothes, removing my contact lenses, and turning off the light in my room. I fell into a deep sleep rather quickly and woke up to find myself standing in a darkened hallway. It took me a few moments to get my bearings, but I finally figured out where I was, my grandparents' old house. I turned to have a look around. The house was dark and quiet except for the central air blowing an icy breeze through the hallway.

The house also looked and smelled exactly as it had 20 years'clock. prior. The thought crossed my mind that I must have been dreaming, but the odd thing was that I could feel pressure from the floor on the soles of my feet. I lightly touched the wall to my right, and I felt the cool painted surface. Why am I here? I thought, and what am I supposed to do? I turned to my left to face the staircase leading up to the second floor, the very same staircase, that I heard someone creeping up in the summer of 2000. At that moment, my purpose there clicked in my head. I recalled hearing the stairs creaking that night 20 years ago,

so I did the only logical thing I could think to do. I started ascending the stairs. I remembered the pace at which I heard the stairs creaking, so I tried my very best to emulate it. I ascended the first six stairs, slowly and methodically. I took two paces on the landing. I turned and began making my final slow steps to the top floor

before a blur appeared in front of me. In the split second that it took my eyes to adjust to the dim light, I saw the figure of a small boy brandishing a large action figure with a look of steely determination on his face. I saw myself from 20, years ago. 31-year-old me dared not make a sound as 11-year-old me realized there was no one on the staircase. No one visible, anyway.

My 11-year-old face turned from determined to horrified at this realization. My past self rushed back into the bedroom and stayed there for the rest of the night. As soon as my past self was out of view, I woke up with a start. my heart was racing as I tried to get my bearings. I jumped out of bed, cursing and questioning what had just occurred. I paced the floor of my room so confused until I talked it out loud to myself. I finally concluded after half an hour that what I experienced 20 years ago and also that night was not a dream.

I conducted some research on the internet, and I found the closest thing. to what I had experienced was called astral projection. From what I understand, for some reason, your soul leaves your physical body and travels elsewhere, through space and time, and potentially other dimensions. My soul inexplicably traveled out of my body and went to the past to give my 11-year-old self a scare.

I ended up coming to the conclusion that the random trip to the past had an extremely convoluted purpose. I no longer had to be scared of whatever was on the stairs that night, because the thing that walked up the stairs on that night 20 years ago was me. This might be kind of long, but I just need to tell someone about this. There was one smallish event and one main event,

with a couple smaller ones in between that I won't bother mentioning. It all started one day when I had just gotten home from being out, and as I opened the door to my bedroom, my mom told me to do the laundry. She was in her room, which is directly opposite of mine, in the same hallway. I went to my room, grabbed the laundry basket, and walked out of my room towards the stairs. She was still in her room behind me.

I walked straight downstairs, never seeing or hearing anyone going, in front of me, and when I got to the laundry room, my mom was already there. I got confused and asked her when she got there, and she was equally confused. She said that she had been there for several minutes at this point. I told her, no, you were just upstairs, and you told me to bring my laundry down. It was like 30 seconds ago, and you were never in front of me. And she told me that it had been ten minutes since that has. happened. I'd never been so confused in my life. Then something even stranger happened.

One morning I was about to take a shower, I made a pile of clothes that I needed to put on after I got out and dried off. I stood by my bedroom door and placed a sports bra on top of the pile. I distinctly remember doing this. I then looked back to my room before leaving, and I glanced at at my bed, which is on the opposite side of the room. Aside from the blanket, there was nothing on it except from my phone. I remember internally commenting on how clean it looked. I then went into the bathroom and placed the pile of clothes on the counter, besides the wall outlet, and a few bottles of hairspray slash dry shampoo.

As I was in the shower, I heard a sound as if someone had entered the bathroom. Our curtain has a see-through part on the top, so I took a peek. No one was there. Both of the doors were still closed and locked, so I brushed it off and finished showering. When I got out, I noticed that something had come unplugged from the wall outlet, and that one of the cans had fallen over. Although it was strange, it wasn't very notable. However, when I tried getting dressed,

That sports bra was nowhere to be found. I looked everywhere. After giving up, a little bit creeped out, I went back to my room to get a new one. And there it was, on top of my bed. There was no way that that could have been there. I clearly remember bringing the bra with me, and I know that my bed had nothing but my phone on it before.

These both happened within the span of two or three days, and it is honestly creeping me out. I am someone who never, ever leaves their keys behind. I always carry my car keys in the same hand as my wallet, and when I enter any of my friend's houses, I put my keys right next to my wallet, and I never leave my car unlocked. This is important.

Now, my friend drove her and her sister home from school on Friday. She always puts her keys in the top drawer of her dresser. I came over the following morning. Upon arriving, I placed my keys directly next to my wallet on the floor of her room. We hung out for a bit and decided that we were going to go to our friend's house and hang out with them. We both showered and began to do our makeup. As we were finishing up our makeup, both of us at the exact same time, began to have this super unsettling feeling. We both began to have trouble breathing, and felt like someone or something was watching us. We just felt this super negative presence. We didn't say anything to each other at first until it

became unbearable. We both were feeling the exact same effects without saying a word to one another until that moment. We kind of started to get freaked out, so we were like, all right, let's get the hell out of here. I always drive, so I found my wallet, and my keys were not next to my wallet. I vividly remembered setting them down right next to my wallet on the floor. At the same time, as I said to her that I couldn't find them,

the feelings that we had got increasingly worse. She was like, Okay, it's fine, I'll just drive. She went to grab her keys out of her top drawer, and they weren't there. We both freaked. We had to step out of the room at this point because the feeling we were having.

We had her sister come in with us, and we tore the entire room apart. We took the mattress off the frame. We literally searched the room from top to bottom. The feelings we had went away, and I decided to go check out in my car. I thought there was absolutely no way that my keys were in the car. But I walked up to my car, and my keys are in the seat with my car door unlocked. My heart fell straight to my back end.

I went in and told her, and I was like, dude, go check your car now. She went outside, and we both just had this insane feeling, and she went up to her car and there were her keys in her unlocked car. At the exact same time, we both just started sprinting for my car and we left. We told our friends what happened when we got there, still very shaken up. They just brushed it off as us being dumb and forgetting our keys in the car, but we both just could not get over the feeling. Still, to this day, think of it.

thinking about it, it makes my stomach hurt. I don't know why, but it was genuinely one of the strangest things that has ever happened to me. About a week and a half ago, I decided to go and visit my grandparents who live on the opposite side of town, and I'd taken my brother and sister with me. I explicitly remember placing my car keys in my coat pocket when I had gotten to my car. It is worth it to note that my car is pushed to start, therefore I only need my key fob to be somewhere in my car for my car to be able to start.

But once again, I remember placing my car keys in my jacket pocket, which I ended up leaving inside of my car when I went in to visit with my grandparents. I vividly remember thinking about taking my coat inside, because my key was in the pocket, and I'm simply too silly to think to just take the key fob itself inside with me, as I remember being a bit anxious about leaving my car unlocked, as my car will not lock with the key fob inside of it. Now, after about an hour or so,

my siblings and I decide to head home, and when I get into my car, an attempt to start it, my car alerts me that there is no key to tech. Well, hell, I think. There are only so many places where my key fob could be. So I go back inside of my grandparents' house, and I retrace my steps throughout their house, as I figured I just set it down somewhere, but I was unable to find it anywhere. I went on to search my car inside and out for my keys,

because, without it, I wouldn't be able to start my car. I went as far as to check the trunk of my car, even though I hadn't gone anywhere near my car trunk that day, just on the off chance that it somehow ended up there. After about an hour of searching through every crack and crevice and bag in my car along with the grass surrounding my car, I wound up having to have someone bring my spare fob to me. For the next few days, I had to use my spare key fob, but I continued searching for my other fob, as it had my scannable employee card on the key ring. I personally do not use a purse,

but instead have a backpack that I take everywhere with me, including to my grandparents that day. I'd searched my backpack the day that the key went missing and was unable to find it, and even went as far as to have my significant other look in my backpack as well, because somehow things always seemed to go missing from the backpack, and just show up back in the bag days later. He was also able to confirm that my fob was in fact not in the backpack.

I'd given up searching for my fob and had even went as far as to have a new employee scan card sent to me. Now, this is where I cannot make sense of the situation. The day after I put in a request to have a new employee card sent to me, I was getting ready to go to work, and just happened to reach into my backpack, and to my surprise, my key was right there on the top of my bag. Now, at first,

I considered that maybe someone was messing with me and decided to take my key as a joke, but how would it turn back up into the bag that I used on a day-to-day basis without me noticing? Furthermore, if my key fob was indeed in my backpack, the whole time, then my car would have registered there was a key in the vehicle and turned on when I went to leave my grandparents. The only person that would have been able to place my key fob in my backpack without me noticing

would have been my significant other. But there's no way he could have done this as the key had gone missing while I was at my grandparents. And he didn't come along. This isn't the first time that an item of mine, has gone missing from said backpack and just popped up there in a few days later without me noticing. I just really cannot make sense as to how my keys showed up in that bag that I'm continuously cleaning out and digging through without me noticing.

I really am just quite confused, to put it plainly. I can't rationalize what happened, and to be quite honest, it's a bit creepy, especially as more and more of my belongings just keep going missing or getting lost, and then almost materializing in places where I've already searched so many times. It's gotten to the point where I make my partner also searched through the places where I look for missing things, because there's no way that both of us cannot find something and have it show back up in the same spots where we both confirmed it wasn't prior. If any of you would like to offer a rationalization or suggest what may be happening,

I would greatly appreciate it, because at this moment, I'm just confused and is lost as my key was last week. I'm not sure if this would be a glitch story or a paranormal story, but here it is. For several summers, I worked at my uncle's restaurant so that his employees could take turns at having vacation. I waited tables, wash dishes, mopped floors, and whatever else needed to get done. This was in West Texas, and the summers were very hot, often triple-digit temperatures for weeks. I had developed a system of cooling down every day when I got home. I walked the six blocks to my little apartment, came inside, and locked and dead-bolted the door behind me, and stripped down naked in the front home.

hallway. Then I went straight to the bathroom and had a nice long shower. After I got dressed in pajamas shorts and a t-shirt, I went to the kitchen and made myself a tall glass of water with lots of ice. I sipped several glasses of water while watching my TV shows. My routine never varied. One day I arrived home as usual, peeled off my sweaty, stinky shirt, jeans, socks, panties, and bra as usual, and headed to the bathroom for my shower. After dressing in my cool, comfy pajama shorts and a t-shirt, I went to the kitchen for my long-awaited ice water. I arrived in the kitchen and was about to get a glass from the dishwasher when something on the counter caught my attention. It was a tall glass of water filled to the top, with ice, just as I always made

It was slightly frosty on the outside, as though the glass had been in the freezer. I stood there for a minute trying to understand what had happened. I carefully walked around my apartment. Of course, nobody was there, and both doors were locked and deadbolted. Nobody else had keys to my apartment. I decided it was just a nice, sympathetic gesture from someone or something. and that I would accept it as such. I was grateful.

I have no explanation for this incident, and it never happened again. I have a weird, glitchy thing that happened to me when I was around nine, which would have been the late 90s. At the time, my mom had an older Chevy Astrovan that we were looking to get rid of. I only have an older brother,

and there are about eight years between us, so at the time he would have been around 17, and was already saving for his own car. Times were a bit rough around then, and my parents had decided they were going to be a one-car family, since having the van wasn't really necessary anymore. Of course, I was a bit sad about that, because the van was a cornerstone of my childhood.

It was a slate, great, a beast that had seen better days for sure, but it also punctuated literally every trip that I'd been a part of from the day I was born. So, yeah, it was sad, but I get it. Anyways, one day my mom told me that I needed to change out of my pajamas and put on some real clothes because someone was coming over to look at the van, and she didn't want me running around in my Superman pants. I found it a bit odd. Normally I would just stay inside while the adults did their adult things.

But for some reason, she was adamant that I needed to be dressed so that I could be outside with her and this stranger. Obviously, I did what I was told, and sure enough, she expected me to be outside when the man came to look at the van. The man that showed up was pretty nondescript. He was a bit taller than my dad, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. He seemed friendly enough, chatting with my mom about the van, asking about the mileage, any issues that had had. Just the typical car buying stuff, really.

After a bit of conversation and back and forth, I remember the man looked over to me and said, What do you think, champ? Should I buy the van? I remember thinking it was neat that he asked me. like I was making the decisions for him. And I told him that it was a really good van, and I thought that he would like it if he bought it. He laughed and said okay, telling my mom that he would take it. I remember that, after that, I was bored out of my mind

because they had to do the whole process for selling the car. I was sitting there playing with pebbles in the driveway while they chatted more and filled out the bill of sale, and the title and all that stuff. Then I watched as the man handed my mom the cash, she handed him the keys, and he drove off. My mom seemed pleased, he seemed happy, and the day went on as normal after that.

The next morning I woke up and went downstairs for breakfast, only to glance out the window and see the van sitting right there on the side driveway. I was a bit confused and surprised to see it sitting, in the driveway again, but I asked my mom if the guy had brought it back for some reason. When I asked this, she looked up from her coffee and sort of just stared at me like I was speaking gibberish. She said that no one had come to look at the van yet, and that she'd only gotten a call from one lady that was going to come out on Saturday to check it out. I mentioned the guy in the ball cap that had come over to buy it yesterday, described him, mentioned that he

gave her cash and everything. She just looked at me like I had two heads. I tried to explain it to her the best that I could. I even mentioned the title and the bill of sale that she had written up so that he could drive it away. Things that no nine-year-old should know about randomly. My mom was insistent that it hadn't happened and asked me if I was feeling okay. I was genuinely taken aback.

I couldn't understand how I could. could have such a vivid memory of an event that, apparently, never took place. Had I dreamed the whole thing? I really don't think so. It was definitely a real event that happened. I was a kid, sure, but I could tell the difference between dreaming and reality. It was a while before I could push the whole thing out of my head, even at that age. I knew something weird had happened. The van did, eventually sell, but not to the guy that I remember buying it. Looking back, it's one of those events that really does bother me. I have no explanation for it, because nothing logical makes sense.

My mom wouldn't benefit from lying to me about it, and I'm pretty sure there wasn't some shady deal that they made or something. It was a car sale. However, for whatever reason, that sale just never happened. And someone else got the van. No idea how or why, but that is how it happened. I'm going to be honest with you. I don't know if this story really qualifies as a glitch in the Matrix,

but I'm going to submit it as one because there was some weird level of synchronosity that occurred for sure. And I think that synchronosities count as glitches. Plus, I've heard a few stories about weird dreams on your glitch videos, so maybe this one would be right at home with those. Honestly, the whole thing really did send a chill down my spine, and while it might not mean much to some, it meant something to me. A few weeks ago, I had this really bizarre and vivid dream. It was one of those dreams that was so realistic that it felt like I was really there. and living it. It wasn't a happy or pleasant dream.

Far from it. It was traumatic. Unnerving. It was one of those dreams that make you jump up in a panic because it really messed with you inside. In the dream, I was, for some reason, standing on a long bridge in the middle of a storm. I was standing on the side where the sidewalk was on the bridge, like I'd been walking across it. And I remember thinking that the storm had hit really quick. The rain was just coming down non-stop.

And I was standing there watching the water start to go crazy, like it was flooding. Suddenly, the water started rising rapidly and pelting the bottom of the bridge. I just remember thinking that I needed to run. I took off toward the end of the bridge, only for the water to go over it, and the bridge started cracking and collapsing. in front of me. I remember slipping and trying to stand up so that I could run the other way, but the more that I struggled, the more the bridge started to just crumble apart like it was made of

styrofoam. The more I struggled to get up, the more it fell apart in my hands and under my feet. The worst part about the whole thing, and all the anxiety and panic that I was feeling, was that I just kept thinking, where is my wife? It felt like I knew that I was going to die But the whole time I was screaming out for her And trying to figure out where she was And if she had gotten off the bridge in time

Though I couldn't recall her ever being there with me at all I woke up in a cold sweat Completely drenched and actually crying It took me a while but I eventually calmed myself down And convinced myself that everything was okay My wife was still asleep right beside me. There were no bridges in my house to worry about, and it was just this weird thing that my brain had made up for whatever reason.

Now, that, in and of itself, was weird and distressing, but it was just a dream. However, fast forward a couple of days when my wife and I were just sitting outside on our patio and having our Sunday morning coffee. Out of the blue, my wife, My wife mentioned that she had a really weird dream the other day that was bothering her, which immediately caught my attention. She mentioned that when she was standing near a river just watching the water when it started raining really hard,

and the river started rising and flooding. As she went through recounting the dream, a knot started to form in my stomach. She said that she was off to the side of the bridge, and she watched as the water started to tear the bridge apart. And then she got hit with this wave of sadness and terror as she looked over and saw someone on the bridge that looked like me. She said that as she watched the bridge crumble and watched this person's struggle, she tried to yell out and go to help them. But she couldn't. Something in the dream had pretty much cemented her in place, and she was stuck just watching the whole scene play out in front of her as this person that looked like me was stumbling. and then was eventually swept into the river.

She described how she was crying in the dream, rooted to the spot as she watched it all happen, feeling this disgusting sense of helplessness. Every little detail that she told me mirrored my dream. The storm, the bridge crumbling under the pressure of the water, me desperately trying to run to safety, it all played out the same, but from her perspective. It was as if we had experienced the same dream but from two different points of view.

I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as the uncanny synchronicity of the dreams set in. We had both seen the same terrifying event, experienced the same emotion, but from two different perspectives. It was like the worlds in our unconscious mind had a crossover episode or something. It left me a bit rattled, but I just sort of played it off to her and said something like, well, I don't plan to be on any bridges anytime soon, so I think we're good. I ended up not telling her about my dream because it kind of felt like it would have been awkward to explain and just say, Oh yeah, me too. It did leave a bit of a strange mentality, though.

Can two people be so connected that they share dreams? Like I understand finishing each other's sentence, but that's a conscious thing. This was completely subconscious or unconscious. Dreams are your brain filling in the empty spaces, at least from what I know, but this was really weird to me. So, I guess I have to ask the question. Was this just two brains so connected in our simulation that we made up the same movie in our unconscious state? Did we both somehow connect to an alternate existence where this actually happened? And we maybe saw it play out while we were asleep?

Hopefully it wasn't a premonition, because, if so, I'm avoiding every bridge for the rest of my life. In the end, I don't know. And I'll just happily live with the thought that this weird thing happened, and maybe I don't need an explanation. I would like one, sure, but I don't need one. Maybe it's for the best that this just remains unexplained. My fiancé has a bag that she brings to and from work with her computer. She decided to do some overtime, so she asked me to grab the computer and set it up. I said okay and did as she asked.

I couldn't find the mouse. I looked in every crevice of the bag, and when I brought it up, She was confused as well as she very well remembered putting it all the way. She also checked the bag with no luck. We looked in our small apartment and couldn't find it. She said whatever and just did her work. The next day she asked me to grab some chapstick out of her bag, and lying in the bag in the big zipper pocket was, you guessed it, the mouse.

I know that she wouldn't have pranked me or something, because it's so random. and she's not like that. I've recently really been into glitches, and I thought about one happening to me, and, well, I guess it happened. When my children were younger, I rarely got any time to myself.

One weekend morning, I woke early and decided to go downstairs and have a peaceful coffee. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and quietly made my way to the kitchen. I started the coffee and decided to flip through my phone while I waited. I couldn't find it. I looked around the kitchen and living room and thought that I must have left it upstairs, but I didn't want to go back up and wake anyone, so I left it.

I made my coffee and looked at the jigsaw on the kitchen table that I had finished the night before. It had one piece missing, and I searched for it unsuccessfully before going to bed. I groaned at how annoying it was and went into the living room to watch the news on TV. I couldn't find the remote control. I put my coffee on the coffee table and got down and looked under the sofa, and then I pulled up the seat cushions and checked under them. Then I looked everywhere else. Nothing.

I finished my coffee in silence and went back into the kitchen with my mug. I said out loud, Okay, the joke's over, put my things back. I rinsed the mug and went back to the living room. There, on the sofa, exactly where I had been sitting drinking my coffee, was my phone, the TV remote, and the jigsaw piece, all in a row. On the seat. I whispered, thank you, because I didn't know what else to do. my friend and I see the same doctor, so we ride together.

It takes approximately two hours to get there. On a stretch of highway between my house and the city where we hit the interstate, we get behind a very slow driver. My friend didn't have the opportunity to pass the slow-moving truck and was getting worried about being late for our appointment. I tell her not to worry and that we'll make it with time to spare. It takes about 45 minutes from my house to the interstate. We reached the exit, and she tells me to look at the time.

We made it in 13 minutes, which is absolutely not possible. We both kind of freaked out. We hit the interstate and head to our appointment, and we made it to the doctor's office with an hour to spare, which would have been impossible. We then realized that, Neither one of us remembers a very long stretch of the interstate that we hate to go through. It gets crazier.

Before we left my house, she borrowed a pair of earrings from me that were silver, as she hates gold. On the way back home, I glanced over at her, and the earrings are now gold. I didn't say anything because it really messed with me. We got back to our town, and she dropped me off and said that she would be back with my medication. When she returned, she looked like she was in shock. She asked me if I had noticed that the earrings were now gold. I told her that I had noticed earlier on the way home, but couldn't believe what I was seeing so I didn't say anything. This happened months ago, and we still get really creeped out whenever we talk about that day. I tell her that this is not the first time

that I have experienced a glitch in the Matrix, but it still freaks me out every time. My best friend and I watch movies together all the time. Sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with our group of friends. We had watched The Amazing Spider-Man sometime after it came out, just the two of us, and we both loved it. My friend in particular liked it, telling me how much better this one was than that Toby Maguire trash, as he puts it. when the Amazing Spider-Man 2 came out, we were really looking forward to it. And it seemed okay for the first third of the movie, and then things suddenly took a turn.

It seemed awful to us. We remember overacting, and what to us at the time seemed like really bad direction, so bad that we had to stop and look some things up. This must not be the same director. It was. Did he have a drug issue or something during the making? He didn't. We watched the rest of the movie perplexed as to how the same actors and director ended up making such a terrible movie.

More than a year later, perhaps a couple of years. I don't really remember how much later it was, but we decided to watch it again and give it a second chance. It was great from beginning to end. It was like a completely different movie. good acting and direction, scenes I don't remember, and scenes that I can almost remember not being there. My friend and I both agreed that it seemed like a completely different movie, and that we must have slipped timelines or something, and now we reside in the universe where the sequel is also a great movie.

If it was just me, I would write this off as corrupted memories being colored by a mood or expectation or something. But both of us had the exact same thing happen. The movie seemed to change for the both of us. To this day, we both cannot get over it, and we're on the lookout for things changing in movies that we've seen before. So far, nothing else except the classic Mandela affects other people also report. Like C3PO's leg, suddenly changing colors. my keys disappeared and then reappeared like nothing was wrong.

This happened last week, and I know how it sounds, and you could easily dismiss this as I just misplaced them for a while, but it felt like so much more than that, and it just didn't make sense. To get a sense of the place that I live, it's on the third floor, and for access you need a key for the gate on the second floor. It's a small individual apartment and there's one bedroom, one bathroom, and in the kitchen and living area.

So it's a small place with just the basics. It was just a regular evening. I was waiting for a friend of mine to come because I was lending him my camera for work. When he arrived, I grabbed the camera and was reaching for the keys and noticed they're not in their place. Like a lot of people, I have a particular spot where I leave them. I thought to myself, well, maybe I left them on the sofa. At first glance, they're not there. I clean up the sofa, and nothing.

Now, this sofa is a cheap one. There's no cracks where your stuff could fall in. I look in the kitchen, my bedroom, and I can't find them. The more time passes, I start to feel very uneasy. I'm getting this weird headache and feeling just general weirdness. My friend's been waiting for like 20 minutes, and my neighbor comes so I can take the chance to go out and give my friend the camera so he can go. I go back to my apartment and turn everything upside down.

I moved the fridge, the stove, undid my bed, the pillows, crawled around the whole floor checking under everything. I double-checked everything that I checked. I even checked to see if I somehow left them stuck to the door. they were nowhere to be found. I thought that I was losing my mind. It felt like I was going crazy. The headache wasn't going away, and I felt like I was losing balance.

Finally, I said, I need to calm down and just rest for a moment. I took a pillow and laid on the sofa, and I fell asleep for like 15 minutes. When I got up, my headache was gone. I moved the pillow and heard the sound of the key. I quickly lift the pillow and they were there. It was as if they were there the whole time and I just somehow didn't see them. Of course, this made no sense to me and I can't explain what happened without sounding crazy. Did my keys glitched to another place and then come back to me?

I just feel like I need to share this somewhere so I don't feel like it's stuck with me. A couple weeks ago, I was walking upstairs in my house and I looked out of the same. out the window of the second floor in the foyer. There's a large tree in the front yard that covers half of the view of the window, but you can still see the sky above the tree from the window. There is a single, super bright star that is visible, and I always enjoy looking at it when I go upstairs for the night. On this night, I walked up the stairs and looked out the window,

and I noticed that the tree completely covered the window so that no stars were visible. In fact, no part of the sky was visible at all. The only thing I could see was a massive tree. I thought that I must have missed something, or maybe it was cloudy and I just wasn't seeing correctly. So I walked back down the stairs again to see if I could see the star or sky from a different stair step.

The tree completely covered the view no matter where I stood. all I could see were the tree leaves from the top of the window to the bottom. I thought, hmm, that's weird. I guess my tree must have suddenly grown extra tall and wide, and I just didn't notice. I walked up and down the stairs three or four more times to be sure that I wasn't confused, and then I wasn't somehow missing something. The tree was very tall and large, and no sky was visible at all. no matter which stare I was on.

Still confused, I then went outside and looked at my tree in the front yard. I noticed it was extra tall and wide. I thought that it was odd that this was the first time I noticed how large and white it was, but assumed maybe I just misremembered how it was. Or maybe it literally grew overnight. I chalked it all up to me being inattentive, and thought that it. it was a bummer, that I wouldn't be able to see the stars from my window anymore. I kind of forgot about it all until the next night when I was coming up the stairs,

and happened to look out the window again. This time, though, the tree was back to the size that I thought it was supposed to be the day before, and was not blocking the whole window anymore. I saw the same bright star that I had always seen out of my window for the last two years since I moved into my new house. The leaves were no longer blocking the view. I was so confused. I walked up and down my stairs several times to see if I could have been standing somewhere else,

and the tree would have blocked the view, like it had the night before. No matter where I stood, the tree never completely blocked the view of the sky from the window. I tried for about ten minutes to find a spot on my stairs, where the view of the view. view I had the night before could be replicated, and I couldn't do it. Perplexed, I went outside and realized that my tree was no longer massively extra tall and wide like it was the day before. It was back to the way I'd originally thought it was. I spent so much time the first night trying to figure out why the tree blocked the sky view, and then trying to rationalize the change. I got really freaked out that. I got really freaked out

the next night when it was the exact opposite. I have no real explanation for this other than perhaps this was a glitch. If not in the Matrix, then, maybe in my brain? I still find it pretty unsettling. This is not the first, and I'm sure it won't be the last glitch in the Matrix I've experienced. But it is the most recent, and by far the most tripped out I've had so far. I've become a bit of a hermit over the last few years. That being said, a couple of weeks ago, I was a bit restless, and actually craving company,

so I decided to go out for a drink or two in a game of pool. I go to the bar, order a beer and some mozzarella sticks, and I looked around. The place was kind of dead, even for 9 p.m. on a Tuesday. I put a selection of songs on the jukebox and waited to see if anyone seemed to be interested in a game. About four songs in, 15 minutes or so, this cute girl comes over. She must have just got there because I'm sure I would have noticed her before. She mentioned how she really loved Pusefer. The song Fared a River by them happened to be playing.

We started talking and shot a couple of games of pool. I had two more beers and bought her a mixed drink Skittles. We talked for a bit longer and then the bartender did last call. It wasn't even midnight yet, but there were only five customers total in the bar, so I settled up my tab, exchanged phone numbers with her and said I hoped to see her again. It's about two and a half miles from the bar home, and I don't drink and drive, so I started my walk in a great mood. I'd gotten about half a mile when a car pulls up beside me.

It was Heather, the girl I'd met at the bar. She asked if I would like a ride home, or maybe if I wasn't tired, I would like to continue our fun evening. I said that I really should get home, but I must admit that there was an energy that almost seemed magnetic, and said sure that I would love to continue the evening. So, we stopped by the store, grabbed a bottle of wine and some smokes and snacks,

and we went to a lake about five miles from the place, and only about a mile from where she was staying. We threw our blanket on the ground and enjoyed a nice midnight picnic, and, well, yes, things got a bit romantic. Then she said something that I found very, very odd. I swear that I heard her say, that was even better than I remember. She just laughed at all.

off, and we dozed off there next to the lake, cuddling, and woke up to the pre-dawn. I asked her again what she meant when she said better than she remembered. She said it had been about fifteen years, but we had met before in Portland. And like this night, we had an amazing time. I said, wait a minute, I definitely would have remembered sharing an evening like this with her. She swore to me that it was true, and how would she even? know that I was in Portland 15 years ago, or the bar I used to go to where we met. Now, I told her nothing of living in Portland. I only lived there just barely over a year,

and after moving to a different state, and three different cities in the 15 years since, having moved out to this small logging town in the middle of nowhere, but she said that she could show me proof. So, we went to the cabin that she was staying in, and she dug through a box of pictures and pulled out a couple of photos of us, one of me lying on my stomach with my shirt off. I happen to have a very large tattoo on my back, along with quite a few on my arms. There was no mistaking that it was me in those photos with her, except the fact that 15 years ago, I didn't have half of those tattoos. And again, I believe that last night was the first time we had ever met. She kind of laughed it off nervously and changed the subject and asked if I was hungry. We ate breakfast

and she dropped me off at my place. I was a bit tripped out, so it took me a few days before I tried calling her. I really couldn't get her out of my mind. I even stopped by her place, but it was obvious that no one was living there now. I don't know what the heck happened, but I get the feeling that maybe we're both riding the time slip waves and catch each other on chance occasions. And what happened 15 years ago for her might still be in my future. Or maybe I belong in a mental institution. All I know is that she has definitely made it impossible for me to forget her, even if she ends up being nothing but a figment of my imagination.

All I know is that from my experience, the truth is definitely weirder than fiction. This happened to me yesterday. I noticed that one of my many pictures had become detached from what it was stuck to, so I decided to change the blue tack. This I did noticing that one or two were loose, so I changed them as well. I then slid the poster holder back over the top, only to see some. some of the pictures had come loose again.

So, off came the holder, and with it the removable hook, which I took, and laid on the arm of the chair. It promptly fell off onto the floor. I heard the damn thing land. After resticking the pictures, I looked for the hook on the floor, and it's not there. Now, I'm in an area of about three foot squared, and it couldn't have gone far. I moved the chair, the table, the box is behind the chair,

and I've hoovered knowing the hook is too big to be sucked up. It's not there. You can't miss a plastic hook with a green tie on a red carpet. And, as I said, I'm still looking for it. Hey, I have a second story. The story is about my cousin who asked me to submit it. When he was about 18, he was looking at universities in the west of England.

My aunt drove him to an open day, from their home in Bishop Stortford, Hertfordshire, to Worcester. This journey takes about two and a half to three hours. They left at 9 a.m. arriving at Worcester University just before 12, and had lunch on campus. The open day consisted of a tour that began at 1 p.m., followed by a Q&A session with whoever would be running the course as you were considering, and then a chance to pick up leaflets and a goody bag of stationary. All of this took less than two hours. It was about 10 to 3 when they departed,

glad to be leaving early enough to beat the peak hour traffic outside Birmingham. Their journey was normal. It felt like the same amount of time as the outgoing journey. Only, upon returning, all of their clocks, both in the car and in the house, said it was just half-past three. There had been no 5 p.m. traffic jams as they had re-entered Bishop Stortford, which is a small, heavily congested town. There is no way that they could have done that journey in just 40 minutes. It's impossible. There are two alternative routes to Worcester, but they take more than three hours. They spend days afterwards feeling completely bewildered. Before I read this story, I want to give a shout out to the author, Kathleen.

Because not only did she submit her experience, she did so and used the word of the week last week, which was murky. I'm not going to put the story on the end screen, but I'll give her a shout out in the video itself, so good job on that, Kathleen. Now for the story. My boyfriend, Kenny, my two-year-old son, Jimmy, and I embarked on a road trip from New Mexico to California, headed towards my home in Los Angeles. We had recently relocated to Silver City, New Mexico, as we set off, the darkness of the late night or early morning surrounded us.

Restlessness always plagued me during car rides due to my anxiety, especially at night. However, despite my struggle, sleep managed to engulf me without any recollection of drifting off. Kenny experienced the same sensation. He must have succumbed to slumber, yet neither of us remembered stopping to rest. Abruptly, our reality underwent a bewildering transformation. The world around us morphed into this crimson murkiness, accompanied by an unsettling clamor. The car continued its motion, and both Kenny and I shared an eerie premonition that we were hurtling towards a perilous cliff. Overwhelmed by shock, I muttered only a single question.

What's happening? Kenny's bewildered response echoed mine. I don't know. For about half a minute, the cacophony, movement, and dust persisted until abruptly ceasing. To our astonishment, we found ourselves part of the carcophonishment. we found ourselves parked near a set of train tracks. Neither of us could recall pulling over or falling asleep. Our mind still clung to the belief that we were in the midst of driving towards the edge of a cliff.

Thus unfolded this glitch in our reality. Meanwhile, my son peacefully slumbered in the back seat, blissfully unaware of the surreal experience that we had just encountered. Here's a bit of a mundane glitch, but a glitch all the same. One afternoon, my partner and I were driving along a dual carriageway, returning from Hertford, England, traveling east. The speed limit on this road is 70 miles per hour,

and I expressed irritation at being stuck behind slow drivers doing under 50, trapping us in, unable to overtake. The culprit this time was a light blue car with rolled up plaid and tartant blankets in the back. My partner joked. I bet they're small and old, because most extremely slow drivers always turn out to be a tiny old person who could barely see over the wheel.

As soon as I was able to overtake, sure enough, it was a little white-haired old man with an old woman in the passenger seat. Told you, my partner said, and we laughed. We approached a large roundabout at which we go all the way around to the right and on to another dual carriageway, south towards London. We were held there on a red light and joked that soon those old people will catch us up. This is around about where, a quarter of the way around, I need to move from the right lane into the left at the next set of traffic lights.

I looked in the mirror as I did so. No slow old people around, so I assumed they had either still not caught up, or they were taken the north exit towards Cambridge. Once the lights turned green, I was off. I went around, and I came down the on-ramp onto the next dual carriageway. About three minutes into this journey, we came up behind a slow-moving blue car with rolled-up tartan and plaid blankets in the back.

And I had to overtake these same old people again. I exclaimed confusion about this. My partner simply nervously laughed with nothing to say. It completely defied logic. To be that far ahead of us, they would have needed to have sped past us at the traffic lights. There is no other way down onto that dual carriageway, no other road that could be used as a shortcut. The exits only go north, south, or west, yet they were still going slow. How could they not only catch up with me, but over to the exit.

take me unseen and result in me still needing to overtake them again due to their crawling speed. Hello. I listen to your show often, and the glitch stories are my favorite. I knew that this is where I would share my experiences. I'll start with the one that shook me the most. These incidents started in 2020. I was staying in a one-bedroom apartment with my two kids. The kids had the room.

I had the sofa bed in the living room. Very small apartment. As I was coping with COVID lockdown and work from home times being a single parent, it was tough, but we were happy. The living room wall was the other side of my kid's room. One early morning at around 2 a.m., I heard my daughter laughing and trying to whisper, No, no, no, ah, really? Like she does when she gets too involved in whatever video. video games she was playing at the time.

My concern was her being up so late. I went to go reprimand her and she was asleep. Like deep sleep. And all of her devices were on the floor or their room desk charging. I know my kids. I know when they're faking. And she was asleep. I brushed it off and went to lie back down myself.

The next time, maybe about two weeks later, I was woken up by the sound of my son waking up. He was six at the time, and he has autism. His comfort is to rock back and forth while sitting when he's happy or excited. When he wakes up, he either turns on the TV, plays on his Nintendo's Switch, his tablet, or comes to get me. I thought to myself as I listened to him rocking on the bed, shoot, I forgot to charge his tablet and his switch.

and was thinking how, as a mom, I had dropped the ball. I heard him getting frustrated trying to turn on his switch, and I hear him banging it on the bed. Nothing new. I yell out, Stop banging the switch. I'll charge it. I get up to soothe him, and he is deep asleep.

The Nintendo Switch was on the other side of the room. He was still under the covers asleep. Now, I couldn't pretend. that this did not happen. The sound of him woke me out of my sleep. As I was wide awake, I could hear him rocking. I heard the sound of him attaching the controllers to the Nintendo. I heard him banging it, and I heard his angry expressions. I plugged in his Nintendo so it would be charged when he actually woke up and sat down staring at the wall. This happened two more times in the same apartment. I would wake up to the sound of my kids laughing, or,

talking, only to find them asleep. I share a wall with several neighbors. Only one has children, but they were older. Every parent knows the sound of their child. I heard my children all those times. I know how they laugh. I know how they sigh. I moved two years later, and so far it has never happened again.

Now, I don't know if I was hearing different timelines, just a glitch. I don't know. But I would love to know what that was. I'm not on Reddit a lot, so I don't really know how to start this. But here is some context to the situation. In December of 2021, I met this girl online who happens to live in my area. We started talking, and after about a week, she came over to my house and picked me up for our first date.

A few months later, in March of 2022, we officially started dating. Some key points that you need to know is as follows. Firstly, she drives a very recognizable car. It is a sunflower yellow Volkswagen Beetle with a black drop top that has silver rims. Additionally, it is a very particular shade of yellow which makes it even easier to distinguish. At the time, she had split-shed. green and black hair where the green was a mix between emerald green and pastel jade. In November of 2022, eight months later, I broke up with her after finding out that she had been

cheating on me, and we've been no contact since then. Finally, she lives about 40 minutes away from me, and has really no business being in the part of town where I live. So, this is where things get weird. A few times now, I've seen similar-looking cars, and even one time a car that looked exactly like hers. However, never has it been her driving. Last week, I left my house and was maybe only a few minutes down the road. As I'm sitting at a four-way intersection, a car comes from the right side and passes on to the left,

basically cutting across the intersection perpendicular to where I was sitting. It was an exact match to her bus. same shade of yellow, black drop top, silver rims. I look to see who's driving it, and it's a girl who looks to be about my age, with exact same split-colored hair as my ex. In the moment, I didn't think much of it besides, oh, well, there goes my ex. But the more I thought about it, the more I've been freaking myself out.

Now, I've never been one to believe in superstitious things, However, this moment in particular has been on my mind quite a bit. I know in my heart that there are unexplainable things that go on, but I try not to think about it too much. The amount of coincidences that had to have taken place for me to experience what I saw feels like it's not a coincidence anymore. So let me get this straight. You're telling me that a girl who looks exactly like my ex is just,

driving an actual replica of my ex's car, down to the very last detail, who also happens to be driving in the direction of my house, just passed by. Yeah, I don't think so. The more I thought about it, I started to wonder if that actually was my ex. But according to all of her social media, her last post was a few days ago. Her hair is completely different color than it was before. She also was put on some weight. So we've now confirmed that it was not my ex driving past me last week.

I'm about to sound like a wacko, but stay with me. Every fiber in my body is telling me that I had just experienced a past version of my ex, driving to meet me for the first time. And I'd experienced from an outsider's perspective. I know that that sounds insane and that I should probably. probably take my meds, but I swear I've been thinking about it so much and it adds up. Her hair, check, her car, check. Her destination, check.

Her reason for being in my part of town? Check. It all makes sense, except for the fact that parallel universes don't exist, right? I know this sounds fake as hell, and if you think so, that's all right. I just wanted to share this experience with the internet in hopes that someone could take me out of my insanity, or rather, egg me into it. This happened while I was in high school. I was driving my mom's car with my best friend in the passenger seat.

On the drive home, there is this hill that my friend and I refer to as the hill at the end of the world. We live in a suburban but woodsy area. This particular hill isn't very big, but the incline of it, and the way it curves a bit just at the top makes it to where you can't see the other side really at all, until the very last moment when you've driven over the top. Until that moment, it almost feels like you're going to just drive into the sky. Also, at the bottom of one side, there's a cute little cemetery, for whatever that's worth. On either side of the road there's just light woods and some spaced out little ranch-style houses in the distance.

No sidewalk and no shoulder. There are cars driving in front of me and in back of me as well, and also coming from the opposite direction. We were driving in the direction of the cemetery. I see the car in front of me crest the hill and disappear below my line of sight. Then I, crest the top of the hill, and just right there in front of me on the other side, is a man standing calmly in the middle of my path, looking out into the woods. I had seen him so last minute that I didn't have time to react at all, no time to break or even try to turn the wheel.

We drove right through him, but then there was nothing. No sounds, no bumps, nothing in my rear view mirror, no evidence of anything being there at all. Traffic didn't stop, the cars in back of me drove as normal. I was so confused. I just stared forward trying to process. My friend turns to me and goes, Did you just see that? I turned to her and said, did you just see it too?

We pulled over, cars still passing, and walked back to look. There was nothing. No marks or damage on the car. Nothing abnormal on or around the road, just nothing. We tried to make sense of it. How could someone have gotten there in the space between me and the car ahead of me? Where would they have come from? They would have had to have sprinted out of the woods,

and the man that we saw was seen. standing calmly, almost daydreaming. So, what the hell happened? Hi folks, I'm here to share with you something that just happened to me. I'm 19 years old and I have a girlfriend of the same age. She's an amazing person, and I can't put into words how much she helped me during 2021. When I'm with her, I feel like I'm the best version of myself, even if I'm not perfect. We've been helping each other out in a numerous situation since we started dating, and that's one of the reasons we are so close.

That's in the fact that we've been friends for ages. Unfortunately, some stuff has been going on with her family. I won't go into detail because I respect her privacy. That said, she is definitely not at her best right now. She's already going through a lot in her relatives' key. keep fighting over her attention, like kids. None of this has anything to do with me, but I'm here to support her as she did for me before. After Christmas, I decided to take her to a hotel so that we could de-stress and stay away from home for a little bit.

We went to a place that is famous for having units in several cities here in Brazil. I booked a nice room, and we spent a place. a great day together. However, something weird happened with the elevator of that hotel. Twice. We got there at around 1400. I checked in, and I took the elevator to the top floor. Our room was 967 and the elevator dropped us off to the left of it. We got in, and everything was fine. and we talked about what was happening with her life and things were getting progressively more fun, as we were both starting to relax and enjoy the moment. At around 1900, after taking a shower, we decided to go out for pizza.

There's a dominoes right next to the hotel, and she wanted to try it. As we were leaving, I noticed something odd. The elevator was on the office, opposite side as it was before. It was to the right of our door. We were both visibly confused. She was following me around and it seemed like we were lost, which is awkward considering that the whole floor is just a straight line.

Once we found the elevator, we both assumed that it was just all a big mess, which is pretty normal for my life. So, fine. And we got the pizza. had a great night and an even better morning. As we were getting ready to go home, packing our things and all that, her mom called her. Once again, I'm not going to get into any details.

I will say that her mom was an extremely unpleasant person on the phone, and that made her feel uncomfortable, especially because I was there. That was it. She now wanted to go home and fast. I noticed that, and we left about five minutes later, around 10.50 a.m. However, that damn elevator was to the left side of our door. I couldn't believe it, and my girlfriend was visibly lost as well. That said, she had bigger things to worry about and simply didn't care.

Once I tried to point out the oddity to her, she said that I was the one confusing her mind, and that the elevator was always to the left. I just said, okay, then, and we left the hotel. Overall, it was an amazing night. The room was great, and I felt unbelievably comfortable during my time there. Me and my girlfriend also spent the New Year's Eve together, and things are getting better, I believe. However, this elevator thing is still on my mind.

It didn't scare me. It just made me curious. In the summer of 2017, around two hours after my grandfather passed away, me and my sister were in a horrific car accident. It was a bit past midnight. We were on our way to my grandpa's house. I was behind the wheel and driving moderately fast.

I was supposed to make a U-turn, but the brakes failed, and we hit the guardrail. The front of the car was demolished, and both of us were badly injured. I believe that I lost consciousness for a few seconds, and when I woke up again, I looked at her and saw blood all over her face, and realized that she, too, had lost consciousness. She was slowly coming, too,

when I squeezed myself out the window and went to the other side, to get her out of the car. Her door was stuck, just like mine, so I couldn't get her out. People started to gather around and called 911. The firefighters came and removed the door and finally got her out of the car. When the ambulance was taking us to the hospital, I was having the longest deja vu of my entire life. I knew which hospital we were going to,

even though nobody had told me. I knew how the interior of the hospital looked, somewhere I've never been before, and I knew the name of the doctor who was supposed to stitch me up, and that was someone that I had never met before. It's weird because as soon as me and my sister were alone and could talk to each other, she told me about how she feels like she's been there before

and was feeling deja vu the entire time. time. It might seem normal for people who suffered head trauma to experience these kind of things and read too much into something that isn't actually there, but it's a lot more weird than it seems like at first glance. I believe that both of us died on that timeline, but for some reason our consciousness switched into a parallel version of ourselves in another universe, and the constant feeling of deja vu was because of our consciousness settling into the bodies of our alternate selves with the original consciousness still present, which then caused the feeling of experiencing everything twice. Now, here's something truly bizarre. There was this song called Zaylem by Mosin Chavoshi,

which our mom loved and listened to almost every day. Even when my mom didn't play, it, my older brother would. It was kind of a signature song in our home back in 2005 to 2007 or 2008. So, a few months after the crash, I was having a conversation with one of my co-eds about music. She was without a doubt the number one fan of Mozen Chavoshi, to the point that we used to call her chavoshest. She was talking about her favorite Chavoshi song, and I just remembered all those years of listening to Zaylam.

I said, yeah, he's a good singer. My mom loved Zalem. She used to play it on repeat until someone became sick of hearing it. She frowned and asked me about the song that I mentioned. She said that he doesn't have a song named Zalem. I thought maybe I got the name wrong, so I sang the court. and she shook her head and said that that's not a Chivoshi song. She named Faroak as the singer.

I swore that the song I used to listen to was Chavoshy's. His voice is unmistakable, and there's no way that I would get that wrong. So she asked me to send her the song. Obviously, I didn't have our old computer in which the song was stored, and I couldn't find our old Chivoshi Mix CD. So, I googled it, and no matter how much I looked, I could not find it online. I even searched by the lyrics and only found the song Zaylum by Faroak. I thought, well, maybe it's the same song, and I was wrong all along, so I downloaded it and I listened to it.

But the song by Faroak could not be more different from what I remember. Sure, it has the same lyrics, but the melody and genre of it is completely different. So I asked my mom about it, and guess what? She's never heard of it, and neither has my brother who gave us the song in the first place. They have no recollection of that song, whether it be by Chavoshi or Faroak. On the other hand, my sister remembers it. I sang her the chorus and she said it was Shavoshi's song. Somehow she and I have memories about a song which doesn't even exist in this world.

I don't know why or even how it's possible, but I sincerely believe that we moved through the dimensions when we were both unconscious after the crash. I've heard stories that happen to other people, which are similar to our experience. I don't want to get in too much on this one, but I think it has something to do with my grandpa's death. Maybe we were supposed to die that night, but his death caused an event which led us to move on to another universe,

where we did not die. First time posting here, but I'm ridiculously puzzled, and I need to tell someone that won't think I'm insane. I went to bed last night after staying up and watching the ball drop. I read for a bit, took my dog out, and then I went to bed. Before going to bed, I realized that my apartment was a bit of a mess. Clothes on the floor, a few dishes scattered around, some plastic wrap left about from Christmas, and I planned to clean it all today.

My dog and I went to my room, locked the door, and went to sleep. For context, I live alone in a second-story apartment. I have security cameras on my front door and back balcony, and also have a doggie cam pointed at my dog's crate in my bedroom, then also has my bed in frame. I rewatched the videos from last night, and there was no movement beside the usual stand-up and stretch my dog does, and me tossing and turning a bit in my sleep.

But when I woke up and walked out to my living room, it was clean. Clothes were picked up and in the washing machine, not running or full. Dishes cleaned and put away in the cabinets. Plastic from the Christmas presents thrown away. Everything was back in its usual place. And I've been trying to figure out what the hell happened. I have no history of sleepwalking, and the camera would have picked it up, and no one came into my house. I just can't figure it out, so I wanted to see if anyone has any kind of explanation, or has experienced something like this before.

To add, the CO levels in my apartment are fine. There's no evidence of any kind of cas leak. Downstairs neighbors had their detectors checked too, and it was fine. I'm pretty good at keeping up with my annual doctor visits and have screenings fairly often. Cancer, heart, and thyroid issues run in my family, unfortunately, but I'll make a note of it to discuss with my doctor if anything else happens. To address some of the questions and comments that have been left, I do not drink or take any recreational drugs. Any meds I take, I've been on for over three years with no issues. I have cameras and lock my bedroom doors because I'm relatively young, and I live alone. I also have a legal background and understand the significance of evidence, if anything were to ever happen.

Okay, so this is the only glitch in the Matrix moment I can remember off the top of my head. But even it isn't as exciting as some of the other stories on here, and even though it happened like three years ago, I still think about it occasionally. In the bathroom, there is virtually always a small, colorful plastic cup right next to the sink. If you want a small drink of water or to wash out your mouth after brushing your tea. One night, I went into the bathroom to have a shower, and I noticed that the cup was missing. I thought it was a bit strange, but really thought nothing of it.

Our shower is small and is detached from the bath. You can only get in from opening a glass door. Any Australians here should know what I'm talking about. The shower has a small dugout area that goes into the wall, which stores soap, shampoo, etc. Imagine having an inverse ledge if that makes any sense, whereby it goes inside the wall rather than jutting out. This inverse ledge,

is the only part of the shower that can hold something raised above the ground. There is also always a towel or two thrown atop the glass wall that isn't the glass door. So I went into the shower to shower, and I remember the ledge being completely normal. I would have noticed the cup being in the shower because it would have been completely out of place and easily recognizable. As I was showering, I was either facing the inverse ledge or the glass wall with towel, and suddenly I saw the freaking cup out of the corner of my eye at near my eye level, like 1.6 meters above the ground.

I turned, and it makes a sound against the floor as it fell from out of nowhere. I just remember being literally stunned for like a minute and confused, used out of my mind. What makes this weird? 1. There is no way the cup could have been in the inverse ledge, and furthermore, then suddenly fall on the glass wall side, which is on the left to the inverse ledge ledge wall. 2. There's no way the cup could have been inside the towel or behind it, or something, as the towel was either flat,

or wouldn't have been able to hold the cup anyways. I did not interact with the towel as this happened. And third, there is no way the cup could have fallen from atop the shower walls, as it had no way to balance on the top. And even if it did, it didn't look out of the ordinary. And that is my only experience that causes me to doubt my sanity. Since I stumbled on this topic, I've been searching my memory for weird things that might,

have been called a glitch. Now, keep in mind that I'm generally a skeptical person. I'm open to the possibility, though, and I had a eureka moment when my wife brought up something that happened to me about 12 years ago when I was living in Japan. I was about 27 at the time, I think, and I was in the military and living on base with my wife and kids. One evening, I went out with my friends,

and I saw this amazing, drop-dead gorgeous woman playing pool with her date, that was obviously not going well. We did eventually chat briefly through a mutual friend and introduce ourselves, but besides stealing quick glances as she bent over the pool table for the rest of the evening, I left it alone.

She was quite flirty with me, much to the joy of my ego. My friends, I was tempted. I was very tempted. Everything about this woman was my type, but that's okay. That's part of life and part of marriage. The trick is saying, no. I think her name was Sarah.

She was not drinking, nor was I. In fact, I was the designated driver. At around 11 p.m., I started taking my friends home. She left at the same time, and walked home to the building across the street. It was around midnight when I got home and relayed the story of my evening to my wife before we went to bed. Yes, including Sarah. We're married, not dead. The next day, I'm out with my wife picking up some stuff for the house when we run into, you guessed it, Sarah.

She walks right up to me, gives me a hug, looks at my wife and goes, You have the wildest husband. Holy crap, we were out until seven this morning. and I had to drop him off at your front door. I'm amazed he's so pulled together. That was an epic party. I tell her that I went home at the same time she did, that neither of us were drinking

and that the evening was overall kind of dull for the both of us. She blushed and gave me this look as my wife glanced away. You know the look. And then she walked away. She then texted me, which I never gave her my number, and said, secret. While I did eventually end up striking a pretty casual friendship with Sarah, the night that she remembers is a hundred percent different from the night that I remember.

Talking to her later, she remembers people that weren't there. She said she wasn't on a date, and we spent the whole night getting hansy until we snuck off together and went partying out on the town before landing back at her place to go at it like starved bunnies. Me and my friends remember the same thing. I was sober. My friend Eddie introduced me to Sarah. She and I chatted briefly. But otherwise, I went back with my friends and drove them all home at 11.

They remember her being flirty with me when we met, but that was it. My wife still jokes about me going sleep partying after I went to bed that night, because it's still one of the strangest things that happened to us. Well, I guess I'm glad that at least. in another universe, I have some serious game. Having binge listened to a large portion of the Glitch in the Matrix stories here on the As the Raven Dreams channel, I thought I would share just a smidge of my reality-shifting life. The first thing I want to make clear is that glitches in the Matrix are very much a part of

the phenomenon known as the Mandela Effect. I've been disappointed to hear people being rejected from Mandela Effect pages is not relevant. A change in your reality is a Mandela Effect. And there are many wonderful channels online if you're interested in connecting with people just like you who have extraordinary experiences. That being said, for me, middle-aged woman from England, it began in 2015. For me, McDonald's changed to McDonald's, and someone pulled me up for my spelling,

which I laughed at, at first. But then I began to notice that all of the McDonald's fronts changed from red to green. I mean all of them. No disruption to the service, while painters up and down the country rushed to paint the fronts of all the premises. They just simply changed suddenly to green. I did mention it to people who didn't seem to notice or care, and I just went along with it.

That was the beginning of years of wondering why certain logos and brand names had changed, and it wasn't until three years later that I had my next encounter with reality. I was walking through my hometown with my grandson. Now, bear in mind, my hometown is very old and has buildings of his soon. historical importance. The chief judge in the regicide of Charles I lived there, and we have something called blue plaques which adorn buildings of national importance nationwide. As we were walking down the main street,

I noticed a beautiful black iron plaque about 18 inches long, embedded in the ground outside of a shop which was circa 1400. The plaque outlined the long history of the shop, in beautiful guilt writing. Oh, isn't that beautiful? I exclaimed, adding, the council have surpassed themselves there. We walked across the road to the 500-year-old pub

where the chief regicide the king worked and served his articles. The building has a blue plaque on the wall because, of course, this is a building of national importance. As we crossed the road, I could see that, there, embedded in the pavement,

was another splendid black plaque, stating the history of the building. I commented to my grandson that, it's beautiful, but that building already has the blue plaque, and it says the same thing. We walked on discussing the town's history. A few days later, I was walking past another building,

which now sits beside the bypass, but had been the town's registry office. My youngest daughter had been registered, there before it was shut, and the registry moved out of town. It was now a wedding boutique. I didn't know anything more about the history of the building, until I noticed the black plaque sitting outside of the building, again, embedded in the pavement.

Again, in beautiful guilt writing. The plaque told me that it had once been a cottage hospital, built in 1866. I admired the plaque and was happy with the new knowledge that it had been a cottage hospital, built in 1866. the plaque and was happy with the new knowledge that it had given me. I don't live in my hometown, and it was a number of weeks before I was, once again, walking through my town center. I walked round the corner and stopped in my tracks. No black plaque. I rushed towards where I had clearly seen it embedded, and there was nothing there. And I mean nothing. No mark in the pavement to indicate it had ever been there at all.

Nothing. Not a silch. The two other plaques had also disappeared with no sign of their existence at all. I don't know what the bloody hell was going on. I didn't know about the Mandela effect or glitches in the Matrix at that point, and I told my husband what had happened. He thought I had just had a dream. I explained that the plaques had been there over the course of a few months, and that I read that

the wedding dress shop on the bypass, was the cottage hospital built in 1866. How could I know that from a dream? He thinks I had a psychic dream. He worried my daughter about it. I visited the town hall to find out some history about the building, and sure enough, it was the cottage hospital built in 1866. There have been uncountable changes in reality. Glitches in the Matrix,

Mandela effects. Same thing. Why and how? Nobody knows. But some big stuff is going down and we're in it together. Share the love, beautiful people. And thank you for your time. Whatever that is.

So, this happened to me in the summer of 2019. And I remember that it drove me nuts. When I was working a student job at a storage company, I received a wristband for tapping in and out of work. One day I came to work and used, to my knowledge, my wristband to enter the room for suiting up. Two hours later, I noticed that I'm not wearing my wristband.

First, I thought I lost it while working, but later I found it in my bag, which I left at the room for suiting up. I was a bit confused because I wondered why I would unequip it. normally I use it to enter the room while wearing it. But I accepted the fact that someone else might have opened the door for me, which made me forget about the wristband. The next day, before I went to work, I remember that I put my wristband in the exact same place

where I found it in my bag the day before. I told myself that I would take it out of my bag when leaving my car. The wristband was kind of annoying. to wear while driving, and when I arrived at work, it was lost again. I was starting to freak out because I specifically put it in the usual part of my bag. For five minutes, I was searching through my bag full with anger. I almost gave up, but then I opened a small side bag that I never have used before. And yes, there it was, my wristband. I was very very. I was very, very. I was very, very confused, but the skeptic part of me told myself that I just didn't realize that I had put it there.

Later that evening, I told myself that I would put my wristband on my desk because I was kind of done freaking out over it. My new plan was to wear it immediately after waking up, just to make sure to not have the same problem as before. But then guess what happened the next morning? It was gone again. I was freaking out and thought that I was going insane. I was looking through my room and house, but I couldn't find it this time. I returned to work, and I asked for a new wristband, which luckily didn't disappear, but I remember being really flabbergasted that day.

A few days later, I prepare for work and go upstairs to get my keys. When I leave my room, I see something on the floor in the middle of the hall. There it was, my lost wristband, just lying there so obviously. I swear you couldn't have missed it. And no, it wasn't my new wristband, because now I had two of them. Am I mad? Is the wristband haunted, or is this just extreme coincidence? Probably the last one, but I'll never truly.

know. About four years ago, me and my boyfriend were watching TV, getting ready to go to bed, and I took my glasses off and put them on the computer chair that was next to our bed, along with our phones, just like I did every single night before going to sleep. I woke up in the morning, and my glasses weren't in their usual spot. I brushed it off, assuming I must have left them in the bathroom or something, so I got up and I started getting ready. An hour later, and still no sign of my glasses, I started panicking. I had at this point checked the entire bedroom, including the bed sheets, under the bed, any crevice they could have fallen into, etc.

I checked the bathroom and they weren't in there. I even went out to my car to see if I left them in there for some reason. which I know I didn't because I was watching TV with my boyfriend the night before, and I'm pretty much blind, so I know I 100% had them on before bed. And, as expected, no glasses in the car. At this point, I'm freaking out because we were supposed to be leaving for a vacation the next morning, and this was my only pair of glasses, because the other pair that I had was being repaired at the eye doll,

We proceeded to absolutely tear apart the entire room looking for them, like mattress off the bed-style looking for these glasses. And they were literally just gone. Our flight wound up getting pushed back a day due to the snow, and on the day that we were supposed to leave, my eye doctor called to tell me that my other glasses were ready to be picked up. a weird coincidence that we weren't even supposed to be there that day, but wound up by chance being able to go get my other glasses. Now, fast forward three years to December of 2020, and me and my boyfriend are packing up to move into a new apartment.

I opened the first drawer of our desk, something we use frequently, to sort through what we were going to keep, and what do I see sitting on top of everything else in the drawer? My freaking glasses. No dust. They looked like they had just been neatly placed there for me to find. Me and my boyfriend were in shock because we knew for a fact that we would have seen those glasses in there. One, when we tore the whole room apart, and two, literally any other time in that three-year span that they were missing,

because, again, we used that drawer on a regular basis. To this day, we still joke that we just had a ghost who stole my glasses because we really had no other explanation for it. That is, until I started looking more into matrix glitches. Probably not a glitch in the matrix per se, but I get this all the time. and I'm curious if there's some kind of explanation for it. I started noticing this in high school.

One day I was at school and someone asked me, Hey, were you at the gym downtown yesterday? I said, no, why? And they said, I swear I saw someone who was identical to you. That's crazy. I didn't think much of it. This happens, right? Well, small instances,

like this keep happening over the years. The most recent ones I can remember that happened the past year or so are 1. October of 2020. I accepted a job in a town across the state. I accepted the job immediately, having been unemployed for seven months during the pandemic.

I moved to the town across the state, and I never even been there before. During my first week at work, I'm walking down the hallways, and I hear, Hey, you, in a friendly kind of voice. I turn around, and this person's smile kind of fades, and they ask, You are in certain name, aren't you?

I said no, I'm not. They said, that's so weird, I could have sworn you were. A couple of weeks later, I noticed a different person in a meeting looking at me. After the meeting, they came up and asked me if I was, was someone's daughter. I said, no, sorry. I just moved here, and I don't know who you're talking about. This happened to me again with yet a different person just last week.

I was at work, and someone sees me from across the hallway, and says, Hey, what are you doing here? I said, what do you mean? They walked closer and said, oh, I thought you were someone that I haven't seen in a long time. Two, a few months ago, I went to a local deli to get a sandwich. I walked up to the counter to order, and the girl behind the counter goes, Hey, do I know you from somewhere? I say I don't think so.

Turns out she goes to the local college, but I'm not a student. So we just kind of agree that we must not know each other. Three, two weeks ago I was at a bar. I go up to the bar to order a drink, and the bartender asks me for my last name on the tab, so I tell her my last name. Again, this person looks up at me and says, I think I know you. I asked her first and last name, and it didn't sound familiar to me at all. She also didn't think my first name sounded familiar, but my last name, which is super unusual. I've never met another person with my last name.

had apparently sparked something in her that she claimed was familiar. I could tell that she felt like she had to have known me from somewhere. So she kept asking me about my family. She asked if my family owned a business, which they do, in my hometown. But then she said, oh, never mind, I've never visited that town, so maybe I don't know you after all. And then four, just a few days ago,

I was at a bar with a mixed group of friends. Suddenly, this random guy comes up and stands next to me and asks me what I'm drinking, how long I've been out, etc. Essentially just making small talk. Me and my friends kept making eye contact with each other, all wondering who the heck this guy is. I stopped him mid-sentence and said,

I'm sorry, but do we know you? I wasn't trying to be rude or anything, just none of us knew who this guy was. He said, Oh, you don't remember me? Aren't you name? I said, no, sorry, I'm not. He apologized and then awkwardly left.

Why does this keep happening? Why does everywhere I go someone feels like they know me or they approach me thinking that I'm somebody I'm not? I typically don't think much of it, but it's been happening a lot more frequently. and my friends have even started to notice it too. Okay, so, admittedly, I was not prior to this incident a big believer in glitches. Heck, if I'm being honest, I sort of pride myself in my own skepticism.

I don't and won't even subscribe to religions, which I find incredibly far-fetched. I mean, not to steal some wisdom from a man far smarter than I, but I just don't. I just believe that not every religion could possibly be true, but it's certainly possible for them all to be false. But I digress. That aside, I am not and was not under the influence of anything mind-altering. With that, on with the events of this past evening. So, I went out to do some shopping, and while in the store,

my girlfriend asked me to bring back ibuprofen. I respond by telling her that I had found a single single, bottle recently and it was high in the cabinets so if she wanted to wait for me to get back home to grab it instead of her inconveniencing herself I would be back soon and so with the shopping done I come home yell to her that I'm back put away the groceries and proceed to tell her about my crippling stomach pains it was a real bad tummy day which is somewhat routine for me after I was through complaining I grab a soda and go over the food that I just bought.

She becomes excited for a smoothie that I got her, and I say to hang tight, and I'll go grab it from the fridge. And here is where it gets bizarre. I return with the smoothie and recall that she also needed that ibuprofen, so I go to the cabinet. I reach up top to grab the only bottle of ibuprofen that I know of, and turn to hand it to her. She looks sort of confused and says. says, you just gave me the ibuprofen, and she holds up the bottle.

At which point I am completely baffled, and I explained to her calmly that not only did I not do that, I definitely only knew where one bottle was, period. She and I go over the whole chain of events, and the point in time she claims I gave her the bottle was between complaining about my stomach and getting a soda, as though I'd left the room, and come back in with the ibuprofen. But the only bottle I knew of was in the cabinet in the same room as her. As in, I could not possibly have left the room and come back with it, because to my knowledge there was none outside of that one bottle.

I am extremely aware of only one bottle as she needs it routinely, and we thought we had none about a week ago, after which I discover the one rogue bottle cleaning, and I placed it in the cabinet knowing full well she would need it sooner or later, and I would have one on hand. I actually almost gave it to someone else who was over complaining of a headache, but checked, and verified that I only had the one bottle,

and said, I've only one bottle, and my girlfriend's couldn't need it, then proceeded to give them the option of any of the other analgesics that I had, So, you see, there's not a snowball's chance in hell that I mistakenly had two bottles to my knowledge. But, moreover, I have, as everyone does, knowledge of what it's like to just have a brain fart and not realize something I did on autopilot. This was not that. To conclude, I don't have a history of any cognitive malfunctions, no hiccups or holes. in my memory, and I don't do anything risky to jeopardize my gray matter.

I firmly believe the brain to be a terrible thing to waste. And, also, before anyone asks, the ibuprofen in the cabinet and the bottle she had matched perfectly, even though it was from CVS, which I had not gone to in a long time. I still checked the sales receipts from the store to make sure that I didn't seriously have a gap in recollection, of... my picking it up while out. This is truly a case for which I am totally

in disbelief. And honestly, if I was anyone else reading this, I would just say, yeah, either dude forgot he had a second bottle in the cabinet or she was messing with him. Believe me when I say, folks, I wish that I could

just chalk this up to such a simple explanation. The OP made a few edits that will go over here. Edit 1. I want to thank everyone who has replied here. I didn't imagine I'd find myself engaged in some very provoking lines of thinking, as a result of so many interesting notions having been introduced. I want to address some of the developments because there's a lot of neat stuff being bounced back and forth in the comments. Edit 2. The bottles. For those who wondered how exactly the bottles were entirely identical, I don't know. I went back to verify the UPC, and every other random code or numeral match. Same size, pill count, dates, everything.

Edit 3. No psychoactive substances have been taken by either of us before this event. Or, for that matter, even as this thread has developed. We simply don't get all too inebriated all too often. My own health and stomach issues necessitate meds, but nothing that causes confusion. I take a diuretic and laxative for fluid retention in a slow tummy. And even though I take those routinely, this was at the end of a long day, well beyond how long those meds would have impacted me.

And I never drink. My job demands that I am very on point with no room for hangovers or anything that could cloud my judgment. Beyond this, I take specific amino acids for chronic pain and drink. I think Indo-T, neither of which are psychoactive or inebriate me, and hadn't been taken in the time frame of this event. Edit 4 We have experienced other weirdness surrounding different incidents, but I could have logically reasoned out how human error and confusion could have played a role. However unlikely in some of those, and thus that is what I chose to believe when and where I could.

This instance doesn't provide me the luxury, making it a cut above, on my creepy scale. Now, with enough time, incidents, and this one specifically, I am quicker to say, I just don't know. Some things can't be explained, as I'm too dumb and typically human, no sixth sense here or specialized knowledge, to say that I've insight into how and why of everything. In truth, even with what most would call a large volume of bizarre in my life, I've tried to remain a skeptical human to present date, and don't dwell too much on any of that bizarro stuff. Again, this incident was different, and somewhat undeniable. I work in a plant that makes trailers. Some are made of aluminum, some of stainless steel.

These trailers are used to transport food or chemicals with trucks. The whole process is done in this plant, from shaping the metal to welding, cleaning, and spray painting. The last part is placing the tank on the chassis, attaching the wheels and other accessories. My job is the chemical cleaning of the stainless steel tanks. At the time, I had put a ladder against the tank to get on top, which is about four meters, or 13 feet. The part where the ladder touches the tank was a bit tricky, because there was little room to place your foot.

One day I climbed the ladder carrying a spraying pump in one hand. I reached the spot where I could just place the tip of my foot, and I slipped. But the next thing I remembered, I was standing back at the bottom of the ladder with the pump still in my hand, and no recollection of a fall. I was completely confused how this was possible. A colleague could not understand either and said that I could have been killed or seriously injured. The situation was taken up with security, and now I have a completely safe platform to get on top of the tank. I like to think that it just wasn't my time to die, and my guardian angel stepped in.

Nor was it a glitch in the Matrix? A bit of context, first. I live in a small town that, together with two other smaller towns from the neighboring state, compose a kind of cluster, like a triangle with a town on each tip. Let's call them towns A, mine, town B, and town C. The towns are no more than four miles apart from each other, and are all connected. For as long as I'm alive, the road between town A and B and town B were paved. But the AC route remained a dirt road.

I've been in both towns countless times. Traveled these roads by bus, cars, motorcycle, bicycle, and even on foot for some occasions. I know these paths like I know the back of my hand. It's a beautiful place, surrounded by wooded hills, coffee and grape crops, rural communities, etc. So, it's 2019, and the prefectures of my town and town sea decide to pave the road between them. Since they're in different states, they agree to start paving each own, its own side, until the construction meets at the border. Great news for both towns. The construction begins, every now and then I hear that the road is looking great.

People would say things like, I've been to Town C this weekend and the construction looks nice already. And can't wait till the road is finished, and so on. 2020 comes around and so does COVID. Right before the lockdown strikes, we learned that the road was almost finished. Constructions were close to meet each other at the state border. Around one month stuck indoors, we're desperate for a change of scenery and some fresh air.

So, we decided to take a drive, town's B and C, enjoying the view and some music. We wouldn't even get out of the car, just drive. At this point we had heard that the construction had finished, and the road was now smooth and paved. I specifically remember my grandmother saying it as she went to town C to deliver supplies to her sister at the time. One morning, we all hop in the car and just take off. We went to town B and then town C, but...

As we left Town C, ready to enter the road, we were shocked to find that nothing had changed. It was still the same old dirt road that we had known for decades. Confused, we returned home, noticing that we were the only ones on the road that day. We couldn't spot any sign of construction or new infrastructure. Absolutely nothing had changed. We'd heard so much about it from so many different people that, It just made no sense. The only strange thing was that we didn't see anyone else in the road, but us, after we left town sea.

It was a bit unusual, but nothing impossible at that time. Apart from all that, it was a beautiful day, and we all had a great time. When we shared our experience with relatives and friends, they found it just as puzzling as we did. Some even suggested that we might have taken the wrong road. But we know that that's absolutely impossible. However, by the end of 2020, as things were trying to get back to normal, we decided to revisit the road. And, lo and behold, it was indeed paved, just as everyone had claimed before our first drive. My father jokingly suggests that we may have traveled in time, and sometimes I can't help but wonder if there's some truth to that.

I've told this story to several people, and no one has really believed me. They just awkwardly shrugged and moved on. But maybe someone on here might appreciate this story. Anyway, a couple of years ago, I had just graduated high school and didn't know what to do with my life yet, or which college to go to. Since my sister is a lot older than me, by the time I graduated, she had already gotten married, had a baby and moved into a new house. They had just put in a brand new kitchen,

and then they went to visit her husband's parents, that live in another state. My sister asked me if I wanted to house sit and feed their cat two times a day. I said yes, because I was still living with my parents and wanted some time to myself, without my parents constantly nagging at me about what I wanted to do with my life. They were right,

Of course, but I wanted some peace. So I stayed at my sister's house. I played with the cat, fed the cat regularly, watched movies, used their PlayStation, and so on. I often had to stand in the kitchen and wait for the cat to finish her food. She was a very picky eater, and I had to make sure that she actually ate what I fed her. So I was standing there every day, looking around randomly, Being a little bored? I vividly remember that the kitchen was in a really bright, red color.

My sister thought that it looked great, and her husband just let her pick the color without interfering, because my sister is the one that cooks anyways. I wasn't that interested in kitchens, but I definitely noticed the red color, and I thought a couple of times that it was too bright and eye-catching. They might actually get sick of it easily, and, have to pay a huge amount of money to change it. I also took pictures and videos of the house to show them to my girlfriend. We joked about getting married and buying a house like this too,

even though we both felt way too young for that and didn't even have jobs yet. I also filmed the kitchen and said to my girlfriend jokingly that I wouldn't let her choose a color like this, because it's not my cup of tea. It's too ugly. She agreed with me. She wouldn't let me choose a color like this either. Several weeks later, I got accepted into college and moved,

so I didn't stay at my sister's house at all. Approximately one year later, I was back at my parents' house for holidays, and my sister invited us all to dinner. I helped bringing out the food and returning used dishes, and loading them into the dishwasher. While doing that, I noticed that they had a white kitchen now. I was confused, but I didn't say anything because there was a lot going on. A couple of hours later, I texted my sister because I remembered the new kitchen,

and I thought it was funny that I was right all along. I texted her, saying, Why'd you change your kitchen so soon? I thought you would get sick of the red, but I didn't think you would change the kitchen to a white one that fast. She was really confused because she had no idea what I was. was talking about. We texted back and forth, and she explained that their kitchen had always been white, from day one when they had it installed in the new house.

There has never been a red kitchen, not even in the planning phases. I thought that this was extremely weird, but I didn't want to give up. I suspected that she was pranking me. I looked up the pictures and videos on my phone. My heart sank when I saw it. The kitchen was white in every picture and video. I asked my girlfriend if she remembered me sending her the videos of my sister's house, and if yes, what color was the kitchen?

She said yes. She remembered watching the video and talking to me about the red kitchen. It couldn't have been a dream. I definitely stayed at my sister's house. My sister remembered me staying there and feeding the cat until they came back from their vacation. and my girlfriend clearly remembered watching the video with a red kitchen in it, but the color has changed in the video. So it can't be a prank by my sister, or a false memory. My girlfriend and I couldn't have hallucinated another color at the same time.

We had a long-distance relationship and only talked on the phone or texted. We never did any drugs at all, and there was no alcohol involved either. And, lastly, it wouldn't make sense for me to invent a story like this if it didn't actually happen. If I had to fabricate something, I would make it a lot more creepy and interesting, not this boring kitchen color change. I still have no explanation, besides it being a glitch in the Matrix. You could argue that it could be a Mandela effect or a switch to a parallel reality, too, but I believe that this is debatable. All these things might essentially stem from the same root.

Maybe more random details changed in my life, but I just don't notice it.