As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Glitch Volume 07 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: January 5, 2025

Today we have more than 2 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. This collection includes stories from June & August of 2022. One Ad spot at around 10 minutes in. 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 #GlitchStories ➤ 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 ➤ 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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Don't miss what the movie blog calls something you need to watch. Saving those children is how we all go home. From binge all episodes exclusively on Paramount Plus. If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as-the-ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. Back when I was in my early 20s, I worked for a certain retail store that doesn't really exist anymore. It's a certain store that started with a K,

and ended with a major bankruptcy. Sorry, that was a bad joke. Anyways, I worked for Kmart, and I was in my 20s, as I said, and I had the amazing job of cleaning up the store when people made it a mess, which was incredibly frequent. There was one weekend near the end of the year, where we were running a number of sales to try and make higher sales numbers for the Christmas season, and I was working double shifts

because I was the only janitor that was employed at the store at that time. My town is decent-sized, and while I like to believe that I have a lot of friends and I know a lot of people, there's no way that I could know everybody. But we did have a lot of people coming in and buying a ton of stuff for the holidays. It was in the middle of one of my shifts. I was running the floor cleaner over one half of the store,

and I pulled down an aisle that had a few young ladies standing there checking out the makeup. I try not to push the cleaner down aisles where there were people, but by the time I noticed they were there I had already made the turn, so I just figured I would take it slow. As I got closer, I noticed one of the girls a little more than the other, because she was, to me, incredibly attractive, but also somewhat familiar. I was single at the time, and, like I said, in my 20s,

so I puffed up a bit and tried to clean the floor with some extra gusto. I approached the trio, and I kind of tried to make eye contact with the one that I wanted to notice me by glancing over at her every few moments. Then, the weirdest thing happened to me. She looked up at me, and we made eye contact, and I felt like I knew her. I don't mean that she just kind of looked familiar. I felt like I knew her very well.

As I approached, I slowed the floor cleaner, and the two of us just locked eyes and stared for a few moments. After a couple of seconds, she sort of of tilted her head and said, Tony? Tony, my last name? And I immediately responded with Claire. Claire, her last name, right? It felt as if the two of us had known each other for years, though I know for a fact that neither of us had ever seen the other before this exact moment. We both tried to place where we knew each other for a few moments. I asked where she went to high school, and she mentioned that she attended a school in an entire state over, and she had just moved there.

We talked about summer camps we attended, places we'd worked. Hell, we even started talking about family to see if maybe the other was a friend of the family. Neither of us could place the other person at all. There was literally no way that we knew each other or could have known the other one prior to this moment. We knew each other's names, and I felt like I knew what she liked and who she was as a person. It was one of the weirdest moments of my life,

as it was like the second we met eyes, we each downloaded the other person's information, if that makes sense. We really could not place the other person in our lives anywhere, but it almost felt like we were long childhood friends. After a few awkward moments, we basically told each other that it was nice to see the other person, and then went about our business. I went back to cleaning the floor, and she and her friends went back to looking at the

makeup. I kind of wish that there was more to this, and that we became friends or more, but we honestly never saw each other again. at all. I do remember her name, and I've tried to look her up on Facebook, but I can't find anyone with that name. The only thing that I can think of is that we were supposed to know each other, or somehow knew each other in another life, and the information all flooded back when we saw each other.

It's one of those moments that I never forgot, and I guess it was pretty cool how it happened. But really? It kind of weirded me the hell out for a while, and it's never left my mind. Yesterday, my boyfriend and I were enjoying the beautiful day, and we decided to take up a walk up to the local Cumberland farms to grab some iced coffees. Nothing out of the ordinary. That was until on the walk back home. I want to explain the layout of the area briefly, so you can kind of understand.

So there's our streets, and at the end there's a blinking light, and then a pretty big corner on the left side, if you're coming out of our street, and then you're on a pretty busy main road where the Cumberland farm is. As we were walking back down the main road and rounding the corner to get onto our street, a white Mercedes-Benz car came flying behind us around that corner. I get it. The person was probably looking at a car ahead, etc. And it's kind of a blind corner and cars do come around it fairly fast. What's crazy is that we didn't even hear it. Something inside of me just said to turn around, and as I did, the person, who was a woman with dark hair and a red shirt on,

was swerving to avoid us. My boyfriend and I both saw the car. We both saw the woman that was driving it. It was almost as if time had slowed down for just that brief moment. I said, Holy crap, that car almost hit us. His reply was, yeah, that white bends? We brushed it off.

We kept walking, talking, didn't really think much of it. We were about 800 yards from our house, when a woman with dark hair and a red shirt on was bringing in her garbage cans. You can tell she was most likely just getting done. back from work, still had a work badge on, and this was around 6 p.m. We live in a pretty small, friendly little community. The side her house is on is directly on the lake. We say hello, and she says, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you guys back there.

I didn't even see you. We said that it was okay and that it's definitely a blind spot, and we all laughed it off, and the boyfriend and I kept walking towards our home. Now, this is the weird part. The houses that are on the lake side have literally the smallest driveways, basically non-existent, and pretty much no lawn either, so no garage. Nowhere for a car to be pulled around, and nothing. This particular home, the woman's home with the red shirt,

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year old man, and my daughter suggested that I submit one of my glitches to this podcast, as she is an avid listener. I've had many glitches happen throughout my life, but the one that I always tell, and that leaves me feeling crazy, is one like the movie premonition. This happened when my eldest daughter, let's call her Diane, was in college. She was a first-generation student and had a full-right scholarship, so our family was very proud. While in college, she met her first boyfriend, she never dated in high school, Isaac. Isaac was a junior engineering major when we met him, and even met his parents during his and Diane's one-year anniversary celebration. He lived in the town where they went to college,

and my family and I were two hours away, and to know that Diane had somewhere close. to go in case of trouble was comforting. The glitch happened during St. Patrick's Day of Diane's sophomore year. So, although Diane had a full scholarship, she worked a part-time job at a retail store for extra cash, and that day she was working until close and had asked if I could send her some money before work, as she was between paychecks. Her mother sent it, and Diane texted me the job.

she received the money and thanked me. She said she would text tomorrow as she said she had to pick up Isaac to be a DD for him, and she would spend the night there. Diane wasn't a partier, so I never worried about her drinking and driving or getting into predicaments. About 4 or 5 a.m., I got a call from the police department in Diane's town asking for her parents. I told them that it was us, and he informed us that Diane had been in an accident and was at the hospital in the town over from her college. He said he didn't have any information and that we needed to go there as the ER team was busy

with life-saving measures. Within minutes, my wife and I packed up our other three daughters and flew the two and a half hours to the town they said Diane was at. we got a hold of the hospital and they said they couldn't release information over the phone but told us how to get there and which side of the hospital to go to. When we got there in a rush, we were told to go up to a top floor and that Diane was there as she and Isaac were taken into the trauma unit. When those elevator doors opened, I had this feeling in my gut that I needed to prepare for heartbreak.

My wife and I ran to the desk and asked about Diane. A nurse pointed to a waiting room and said that a doctor would be in. The doctor didn't take long, and gave the worst news that you can get as a parent. Diane didn't make it. They said that she had put up a good fight, but a head injury caused a life-ending seizure when they were intubating her. The doctor gave us his condolences and said that we could see her before the morgue took her, and that a social worker would be up to talk to us about moving Diane's body back to the hometown.

Seeing my daughter like that is forever seared in my brain. All the tubes and wires and blood everywhere, she looked like her, but not. Isaac's parents stopped over and hugged us as they said Isaac didn't make it either, but he was killed on impact. Apparently a car full of college-aged girls were driving. driving drunk, and turned left at a red light without stopping and went full speed head on with Diane and Isaac. Isaac's parents said the other party's families were there as well, and that of the five

girls in the vehicle, four were killed on impact, and the other one was in critical condition. The next day was a blur, and my family was sleep deprived. We didn't want to leave Diane, but we had to make arrangements. Although I was emotional and sleep-deprived, I knew that my daughter had died. We never received a call saying she came back. We left the town about 12 that afternoon after talking to a social worker and the police. When we got back, everyone was crying throughout the day, and we made calls to the relatives and our spiritual leaders.

We're Native American, and we hold three-day wakes followed by a funeral, and usually its open casket. After making calls, we realized that we would have to collect Diane's things from her dorm room, which we overlooked in our grief coming home. We called campus housing and explained what happened and asked her information as we didn't remember her dorm info. The lady was very sympathetic, and gave us the information and said that they would leave a note for when we go there.

Now, I had laid down after that call, but I don't remember sleeping or waking up, really. I just remember sitting up, and the atmosphere felt different. I looked at the time, and it was the afternoon. I checked the rooms at the house, and none of my other daughters nor my wife were there. I called my wife, and I asked her where she was, and she said work. I asked why she went to work and she said because she does every weekday, or was she missing something. There was no grief or sadness, nothing in her voice. I asked her if she remembered last night, and she said, what happened?

And then she said, oh, and I sent Diane the money she asked for, just to make sure that she got it. I have to go. Hearing that confused me, but raised my hopes. Diane? Today? I checked my phone, and right when I did, I got a text from Diane saying she got her money, and that she was going to D.D. Isaac tonight. I called the number half thinking it would just ring, but my other half hoping that she would answer. She answered.

To hear her voice made me cry like a baby. Dad? Dad, what's wrong? She asked in a panic voice. I collected myself and said, said, "'Baby, I had a horrible dream about you dying, and I'm being serious. This is weird.

I don't know if it was a dream, or what happened. But you're alive, and I want you to stay alive.' Diane was confused, and I told her that I was on my way over there, and I would take her and I would take her and Isaac to dinner. I begged her to call into work, and that we would have a great time. Just to appease me, she agreed. I let my wife know that I was going to see Diane ASAP and that I would tell her when she got off work.

When I got to campus, I decided to check something and went to the housing desk and asked for Diane's information. They said they would give the room a call. I looked over at their desk and saw no note about picking up anything from Diane's dorm. I heard them talk on the phone and they gave me Diane's info. Let me tell you,

When she opened the door, I hugged her so tight, and I did not want to let go. She looked like herself and everything. I still felt sleep deprived from that glitch call, but I was happy. The rest of the evening went well, and I went home and explained everything to my wife. We saged ourselves down and prayed for our family safety. Diana's now 31 with two kids of her own, and every day I'm still afraid. that I'm going to glitch again and go into a reality where Diane is gone

and my grandkids don't exist. This happened somewhere between the early to mid-2000s. I was a kid but old enough to remember a few things from that day. Back story. Every single Sunday for most of our childhood, my dad would take my sister and I to a local forest to let off some steam and so that my mom could have a few hours to a while.

yourself. We would go from around 10 a.m. to 1 p.m. and had a regular route that my dad, and even us kids, knew by heart. The day this happened, we parked in the car park and headed up the steep incline that leads to the forest as normal. You can either walk across the car park toward a short flat trail around the pond, or head up into the proper forest, which is what we always chose to do. Once we were up the incline, my sister and I were free to run ahead, as long as my dad could still see us, something I usually took advantage of, apart from this day. As soon as we were in the trees, I noticed immediately that something felt off.

I couldn't put it into words any more than that. All I knew in my kid brain was that the forest felt different, and I instinctively knew that I should stay close to my dad. I still walked ahead of him, and my sister, but only by a few steps. The way I can think to explain the feeling is, is wary. Like, when you have to go to bed on your own as a kid after watching a scary film. It wasn't flat-out terror, but I was jumping and on alert. There was an atmosphere in those trees. I hadn't felt it before and haven't felt it since. I can't remember much more of the walk, just that it felt different the entire way, but I definitely remember the end of it.

Remember how I said there's a short trail around a pond? We'd hit our marker and we're about to go on to that trail that leads back around the car park, but the path wasn't there. My dad was almost spinning in circles trying to find this path. He had no problem finding it for years, and my feeling was confirmed. He turned to me and my sister and was explaining to us how weird it was that the path was not there. And then he turned to look again, and there it was. As soon as we saw that path in the pond and people again, the funny feeling disappeared.

We still talk about it to this day. Whenever my dad and I talk about weird stuff, we always mention how we have our own story. It always starts along the lines of, Do you remember when the path disappeared at the place? He didn't have the funny feeling that I had until the path thing happened, and I told him about it later. But he did experience something himself while we walked that day. He remembers seeing a man in a red beanie ahead of us, at one point,

who suddenly vanished, somewhere that it wasn't possible to vanish like that. So, yeah, that's my unexperienced. explainable story. It's not as exciting as most on here, but it's certainly a core memory for me, and something that definitely kick-started my interest in the unexplained. I'm a 60-year-old male and recently retired from my job. I live in the same town where I was born. It's a small town of only 30,000 people, so I know this place well. I live alone and still get up at 5.30 every morning. I take a shower, shaved, dress, and I'm usually out the door a little after six.

About a month ago, something happened that I can't get out of my mind. I drove about two miles from my home to a small diner for breakfast. I have always used the drive-thru, even before COVID. I don't like to eat in public alone, so I take my meal home. This particular morning, in addition to being dark, it was foggy and cold. So I turned on the heater in the car and drove carefully through the fog to the diner. This time of morning, there's little traffic, so it usually only takes me about five minutes or so to get there. They know me at this diner, and they're always friendly and quick with my order.

Nothing happened out of the ordinary on the way to the diner or while I was there. It was on the way home that something went wrong. I turned off of a large four-lane causeway into a small neighborhood that borders the development that I live in. I always drive slowly through here because there are a lot of children and pets in this neighborhood. I normally drive about 500 feet past a dozen small houses on each side of the road to a four-way stop sign where I turn left. This intersection is well lit by two bright streetlights. A policeman lives in this corner, And he always parks his police car under one of the streetlights.

This reminds everyone to stop at the sign and to slow down. Only this morning, I didn't see the intersection, or the streetlights, or the police car. I'm driving along and I realize I should be at the stop sign. Then I noticed the fog is thicker now and I can no longer hear the sound of my car heater fan blowing. I feel the heat just no sound. I also don't hear the engine or the humming of my tires on the road. I don't recognize as the houses on either side of the street either, and they seem to be moving closer to the road.

I get the feeling they're trying to crowd around me. I want to turn back, but a voice tells me, keep going, don't turn around. I arrive at a fork in the road. This fork, which I have never seen before, is lit by a dim streetlight, and has a yield sign that looks very old. It's one of those yellow ones with black letters that I remember from my childhood. It's rusty and leaning to one side like it's been hit a couple of times.

The voice says, take the right fork. This time I just do it. Now, the houses have disappeared. It's just me alone in my car with the fog, the silence, and the cold darkness. I'm about ready to scrook. when I see a very bright light ahead, and the voice says, drive to the light. I still want to turn around, but somehow I keep moving forward. I trust the voice now.

I'm relieved to discover that the light is coming from a convenience store at a familiar intersection. Only this intersection is at the opposite end of the street that I just turned on to, off the causeway. I've covered a distance of two miles and under a minute. How this happened, I don't know, but I turned towards my house. At this point, I can hear the heater fan again, and I kind of smile at the humming sound my tires may call on the road. I arrive home safely, ate my breakfast, and tried to forget what just happened to me. And I'm still trying to forget it.

But I don't think I ever will. So it was 2008 or 2009. I can't remember exactly. It was around the time that the USA was phasing out antenna TVs, and there was that huge push to get the digital converter boxes. I'm sure a lot of you remember this. So, like many people, my family only had cable in the living room, and all of our other TVs, including the one in my bedroom, needed the converter boxes. The converter boxes finally come in, and I am tasked with hooking them up in. my room, my parents' room, and my sister's room.

I get them all hooked up, and all is well the first day. The next day, I noticed that periodically my TV would get a large black box, that would appear perfectly centered in my TV, and would take up about 60 to 70% of the screen, and all anyone could see was the outer border. This would happen multiple times daily, and only ever to be. to my TV and my converter box. My parents didn't want to go through the hassle of replacing it, so I just had to deal with it.

Fine. Months go by, and my best friend would come over to hang out all the time. We would play games and watch TV daily. So he has also seen the strange box that appeared on my TV multiple times. Then the news is on, and I remember it was some interview with Reverend Al Sharpton. I don't recall exactly what it was about, but my friend and I both disagreed, and we're just acting obnoxiously and talking general crap about Al Sharpton, whatever he was harping on about.

It was immediately after that, that the black box takes over the screen, except this time, in white letters and all caps inside that box, it reads, shut up, with at least eight eight Exclamation points. We were both stunned and just immediately stared in silence at the screen. It wasn't subtitles. It wasn't closed captioning. It wasn't an hallucination. Someone somehow inserted those letters on my screen at the exact moment on purpose.

Who it was, or what the purpose is, I've never known. And it's driven me crazy thinking about it all these years. The message stayed on the screen for at least two full minutes, and then just disappeared. This was the catalyst for both of us to start our journey through all things strange and conspiracy-related, and I've never read anything similar happening to anyone else. We tore apart the converter box later that night, looking for any kind of transmitter device or microphone, but we couldn't find anything of the sort. Of course, we had no experience with those things, and we were to be.

teenagers, so it's entirely possible something was there that we just missed. I put the box back together and plugged it back in, just waiting and hoping for another message to appear, or something that would come from it, but it never did. Neither of us have ever forgotten about it, though, and we both wish we could know how it happened, and why. In 2014, I was standing outside on my front porch. next to my house was a big green belt slash water retention area. I lived at the end of the street where the street begins to curve to go on to the next street,

if that makes sense. So I had a neighbor to the right of me, after the street curved, so the neighbor's house was facing east, and my house was facing south, and the green belt was in between the both of our houses. That sounds confusing, I know. Anyway, the entire sky was gray, like it was rainy weather. There was no blue anywhere in the sky, so basically it was just a giant sheet of gray clouds. I noticed that it had started to sprinkle this really weird type of drizzle on the neighbor's house, but not my house,

and none of the other neighbor's houses. I knew this, because I could see the line of demarcation from where the rain stopped on the sidewalk. This neighbor had another neighbor directly to its right. That neighbor's house was not getting rained on either. I thought it was really odd, but I decided to go in for a second and open the garage to take the trash cans out to the road.

So, after I wheeled the trash cans out to the road, I stopped there to look around to see if it was still raining on the neighbor's house. It was not. So I walked out to the green belt because I could hear a rumbling noise. It was like the sound of a dishwasher, running but up in the sky. It was a very low rumble, and I couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from other than up. And the noise was spread out so that it wasn't centralized on any one area in the sky. It was just rumbling in the clouds.

The noise that it was making was like this... V-V-V-V-V-V-V-R. It's hard to describe a noise through text, but if you can just say that noise out loud, then you might be able to get the idea. Hopefully me saying it out loud did get that idea across as to what it sounded like. Anyway, so I'm standing there looking up at the sky

and the gray blanket of cloud starts parting, and as it's parting, the rumble is getting louder, as if the rumble was coming from up inside these, clouds. When I say the clouds were parting, I mean perfectly. Hold your arms straight out in front of you, put them together, and then slowly start to move them apart from each other. The blanket of clouds was parting, with a perfect line formed straight down the middle of the clouds, and it was opening up, revealing perfectly clear blue sky up inside the clouds. And the rumbling was getting louder the further the part opened.

I ran inside to get my phone to take a picture or a video, and my phone died. I had an old cell phone that I tried to use, and I couldn't get it to turn on. I even tried to use my ex-boyfriend's professional camera that he had at my house, but I couldn't figure out how to work it, so I was unable to get any visual proof of what I'm talking about. So I ran back outside to see what was happening, and it began to close. The perfect straight line down the middle of the clouds that had opened up and parted perfectly was now closing, and the rumbling sound was getting lighter. It had finally closed back together and the rumbling had stopped. I'm looking around my neighborhood to see if anyone else was standing outside, and there was no one.

Absolutely nobody. I was the only person that saw this happen, and it was directly over the top of the green bell. felt in between my house and the neighbor's house. The weird part is, it sounded like the noise was dispersing and reverberating off of a dome structure above the clouds. I don't believe that we are living in a dome. That's just what it sounded like. This is one of the two most mind-blowing glitches I've ever had.

I keep not posting it because I'm verbose and it might be long, so... Here goes. My friends and I were tall, smart, long-haired men in the mid-80s. Tight blue jeans, blue-gene jacket. We were 100% sober going to the local lake for a smoke. Maple Lake was roughly square, maybe 200 feet by 400 feet. East was a dam and cement area to sit with diving boards. West was a peninsula where the two streams feed into the lake, north corner.

North was Burm and the Susquehanna Railroad Tracks. South was a part paved, part dirt path road with a pavilion and suburbia above a steep hill. There was an object of interest, a pipe made of a deep socket-wrench socket, and a question-mark-shaped metal tube that clicked into. to the square hole of the socket, heavy and metal. We had to make do with what we had back in those days, you know. The incident. We walked west along the south side,

and I saw a clump of poplar-slash-tulip trees that had fallen over into the water. There were multiple bowls slash trunks grown together. A few underwater bowls held two large bowls above the lake, with a three-inch bowl acting like a hand. handrail. I suggested that we'd go out there. I sat on the east bowl facing west. He was west facing east. Our knees a few inches apart, and our feet were two feet above the water, blue sky above. I handed him the pipe. I felt his hand wrapped carefully around it as we were over the lake and

didn't want to drop it. I looked down right toward my right pocket as I let go of it and started to use my left hand to hold my right change pocket open to get the stuff out. Tight jeans. Once out, I looked at my friend. He was doing the same action, using his left hand to pry his front right pocket open to pull out a standard Bick lighter. He got it out, looked at me, and then looked away. After waiting for him to hand me the pipe, I finally said something about it. He said he didn't have it. I said that I just handed it to him, and I felt him take it. He said that he started to, but then he reached for his lighter. We repeated this conversation. We then searched ourselves. We then repeated the conversation and the search at least three more times. It hadn't dropped

into the water. It was not resting on the branch above our eyes that had been our handrail. The pipe was big, slippery, and heavy. It wouldn't have been. perch there. It was not in any pockets. I often hooked the socket pair on my left breast pocket when I needed to set it down, and it wasn't there. After these multiple pocket-slash-area searches and frustrated discussion, we finally just both stared at each other with our hands out in a what-the-hell motion as we scrunched our faces in disbelieve. Suddenly, it falls from the blue sky above, hits my left thigh and ricochets past my right knee. Thankfully, I've always had great reflexes, and I snatched it from the air.

My friend had seen it fall from above me as we stared at each other. Roughly 23 years later, my friend says, Hey, I wanted to ask, do you remember that day at Maple Lake? And I finished with, and the bowl vanished and then fell from the sky. And he was like, I still think about that from time to time, and I wondered if you remembered it. And I said, I'll never forget that moment in time. Thanks for reading.

This is 100% true. I could make up a better paranormal tale than this. This was just a really weird day. Throughout my young life, I had experienced many instances of what some may call deja vu. Fleeting moments when I had a strange feeling of seeing something for the first time, as well as having a sense of experiencing it before. For me, it was even hearing or thinking a specific thought while seeing something that I swear I've experienced before.

The most notable occurrence was when me and my two high school buddies decided to spar each other in the basement with some fresh boxing gloves. We decided not to go full force because we had at least a slight respect for each other's health. Anyway, a few matches in, my friend landed a hard, solid hit to my temple. My head jerked to the right, and when my vision steadied, I was looking at a recliner chair. My poor friend thought that he really hurt me because I froze instantly. The hit was jarring, but I froze because not only. only do I remember seeing the exact image, I remember dreaming it at some point. Strange, but

I just chalked it up to my brain being dumb and remembering and experiencing at the same time. However, that all changed one night during my senior year of high school, something beyond deja vu that changed my entire view of reality. Not too long after said sparring match, I found myself walking down a dimly lit hallway with white string lights running down either side along the roof. I kept walking, and I could see a strange sight. At the end of the hall was my current math teacher sitting all alone at a folding table. We exchanged pleasantries, and he reached out from my hand. I gave it to him, and he wrote the symbol for the absolute power of X. So, pipe symbol, X pipe symbol on the top of my hand in Sharpie.

He then proceeded to write another math-related symbol on someone next to me. I looked at the symbol again, and that's when a loud sound started piercing the air. I awoke to my alarm clock ringing for my usual wake-up time. I cleared it and sat there grogly repeating my dream in my head, and having a quick mental chuckle on how weird it was before, seating with my day. A few months later was my senior prom. I didn't care much for dances, but it was a big deal for my girlfriend at the time,

so I tried my best to make it special for her. So there we were, taking an elevator to the top floor of a tall building downtown. We stepped off the elevator into a dimly-lit hall, with white string lights running its length along the roof. At this time, I remember a small. small nagging feeling in the back of my head. But I'm too caught up on the occasion to pay it any heed. At the end of the hall, sat my current math teacher. Apparently, he was put in charge of taking tickets and marking people's hands so they can come and go from the venue.

I greeted him as we walked up and that nagging feeling was becoming quite distracting. As you can probably guess by now, after he took our tickets, he then motioned for my hand and started writing. Yep, there it was. An X sandwiched between two vertical lines. He then proceeded to write the other symbol for my dream on my girlfriend's hand. The nagging feeling had stopped. In its place was reality-shattering confusion and fear. This was no...

Hmm, that's funny, I feel like I've been here before. I immediately remembered the dream without a doubt. Not to mention the two symbols that took it from a possible crazy coincidence to something unexplainable. All of this hit me at once, so on the outside, I had froze, staring at my hand. My teacher and girlfriend noticed and asked if I was okay. I stared for a few more seconds and said, sorry, yeah, and proceeded to the left where the entrance line was.

Me being still visibly shaken, my girlfriend inquired again. She wasn't the overly skeptical type, so I decided to try and explain. Her overall reaction was basically... Huh, weird. I then decided to drop it and continue the night normally, due to it being importance to her. Of course, in the back of my mind, there was a mixture of excited and scared. Later on, a disappointment joined my new reality. If I had dreamed of my future, clearly that means that our destinies are predetermined, and that bothered me.

No matter what I do, everything is all written out. Is choice even really a thing? However, as I looked into paranormal topics along the same line, some new theories popped up that eased some of my new depressing views of reality. For example, instead of seeing my future, I was glimpsing into a parallel timeline slash dimension, where the only noticeable difference as the other me went to my prom months earlier. On the other hand, if I did see my future, maybe it was circummed. that were to come true along my current path, but were not set in stone. Kind of rafting down a river and getting a view of a particular bend.

You'll get there if you still decide to raft, but at any time you have a choice to take a different branch, or leave the river entirely. At that point, I could have a precognition of something major down that path, the newest concept being simply a glitch in the matrix. But who knows? Those are concepts I cling to in order not to sink into some form of nihilism. For me, my reality is forever changed. I don't expect readers or listeners to believe me outright because, at the end of the day, it was all in my head.

I can only give my word as someone who wants to get my story out there to hopefully connect with others, who share something similar and or figure out this mystery. Since prom night, I have had no similar undeniable moments of precognition, just smaller ones that could be chalked up to dumbbrain. I have a suspicion that it's due to pain pills I had to start taking regularly due to a chronic condition. I have a strong feeling that if my head was clearer, this ability would have continued or progressed. Maybe life had to nirf me due to me,

due to me seeing too much. Anyways, thanks for reading. Side note, I tried to reach out to my ex-girlfriend through her sister to see if she remembers the symbol on her hand that night. Unfortunately, I haven't heard back. And I didn't want to push it because it's a weird thing to ask after years of no contact. I was packing my things to head to my college city for my residency, and due to the overwhelming hot weather that came out of knowing,

I had to unpack my summer clothes to take with me. I chose my best shirts, and as I was refolding them, I would try to think about outfit options, trying to measure for how many days these outfits will last me, when my mind drifted off topic as it usually does. That's when my mind went back to the current topics. The war overseas, climate change, my country's economy, and about my future. I wondered what has become of us as humanity when I started mechanically folding my shirts, and I picked up my blue shirt.

My blue shirt has letter prints on it that I usually wasn't able to make out, or try too hard to read, because I bought it from a Chinese thrift store, and I knew it wouldn't make any sense, since many times the shirts have grammatical errors or the sentences are gibberish. I pick up my shirt to take a better look at it and see if the sleeve length is good for the weather when I saw the shirt's letter print and weirdly could make it out. It wrote, What we think we became?

And I froze. I found it very odd, like it was a sign or something. I just found it very odd and I wanted to share. I have reached a conclusion time and time again, again for years. The conclusion, well, my family likes to eat salads.

It's such as chef's salads. A salad with lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, and croutons. My aunt came up with a dressing, and its dressing has olive oil, pomegranate, balsamic, honey, mustard, salt, pepper, sweet paprika,

garlic and onion dust. But we also love potato salad, especially my dad, where the problem lies. For years, my mom made the potato's salad dressing with mayonnaise, ketchup, a bit of mustard, and a few drops of lemon juice and pomegranate balsamic. In the salad, beside the potatoes, we added goo to cheese, boiled eggs, and cold cuts, and that's it. That was how my mom always made it, and then one day back in 2016, my mom realized we had a few years to

make a potato salad and decided to surprise us by making some along with the sausages a family friend had brought to the previous nights get-together that my parents had with beers and various snacks. So, Mom surprised us with the potato salad, but it was not how she used to make it. I commented on how the taste was odd, and that she had added tomatoes, green and red peppers, and raw onions, and that she didn't add gooda-cheel. these are cold cuts. Then, both my dad and sister looked at me confused and said that the potato salad was the same as always.

I was then baffled and asked my mom how she made the salad, but she just smiled and said that a cook never reveals their secrets. On the past Monday, May 23rd, 2022, I had to help my dad to cook lunch, aka potato salad, which we had a long time to eat again. And since my mom had hit her knee and she was in pain, and was busy sewing some old clothes, I helped Dad with cutting the onion, the goo to cheese, and preparing the eggs while Dad cut the tomatoes and peppers and potatoes. When we were done with all of that, Dad asked Mom to give us instructions on how to make

the salad dressing. Mom went on to tell us, and I was baffirmed. The salad dressing, according to my mom, was mustard, pomegranate balsamic, salt and pepper, a spice mix, and olive oil. I was so confused because she didn't even add ketchup, as she usually did, or at least that's what my taste buds tasted. Mum usually added more mustard and ketchup to the potato salad when we couldn't afford mayonnaise.

But she never added onions and peppers, or held the Gouda cheese and cold cuts. confused, I asked Mom why she changed the recipe, and both of my parents looked at me angrily, too angry for just a recipe, and started to yell at me for making a big deal about the salad. I hadn't made a big deal. I just found it weird that I had to cut raw onions and peppers and tomatoes, and that Dad hadn't bought a mayonnaise for the salad, but I never voiced it. I just furrowed my eyebrows but kept following Dad's orders,

thinking that my parents might have decided to shake things up and attempt something new. I grew hurt when my parents accused me of making a big deal about it, when in fact I hadn't, and I defended myself by saying that I hadn't said anything, and that I was okay with trying some new recipe. Then, Dad grew even more annoyed and yelled at me, asking what I was talking about with a new recipe. I went on to tell them about how we usually ate the potato salad,

and they looked at me as if I had told them that I had signed myself up to join the European Space Agency, while I failed physics and chemistry. Mom said we never ate potatoes salad with mayonnaise or ketchup. But I persisted that we did, and the only time we didn't was back in 2016 after that get-together. Dad sighed angrily and told me with an angry tone to stop being obsessed with mayonnaise, and if I didn't like the salad, I could cook something for myself, but we had never eaten a mayonnaise including potato salad.

I gave up and ate the salad, which wasn't bad, but it wasn't something I would like to eat again. Or at least I wouldn't add the tomatoes to it and would add ketchup. up. I've many times butted head with my parents about the way they are making the salad dressings and salads that we usually eat, and every time they say that I'm wrong, and that we have never eaten the salad that way that I remember. Most times, I just give it up and chalk it up to me remembering wrong, but now I'm 10,000% sure that we have never eaten the potato salad like that again. Am I remembering a different timeline's potato salad or salad dressing?

This just happened an hour ago. I needed to take my bike out of the basement in the apartment complex that I live in since they were going to close the basement for the whole day tomorrow. I left my apartment, went down to the basement, and I grabbed the keys to my bike lock. I unlocked my bicycle and put the keys inside. my bike lock that I put in my bike basket. That way I can't accidentally drop the keys.

I get out of the basement, drove my bike up towards the stands, and looked for a place to park it. I see a parking spot, and I chose to park my bike there. After doing that, I vividly remember walking around the bicycle stand as I needed to lock the bike from another angle. Due to the fact that there were no spaces left,

between my bike and the other bikes. I held the bike lock, and I locked my bike. Just to give you a bit of information, what I consider even more weird is that my mom gave me another key for another lock, for extra protection, as there's often bike theft in the area, and she put it on the key ring that I have my actual bike lock key on. I was going to use that bike lock and realized my keys weren't in my hand, anymore. I remember dropping the keys and looked at the exact same place where I had dropped

them. What did I see? Nata. There was nothing. I used a flashlight, couldn't find anything. I checked the basement, even the other bike baskets on the other bikes, the ground, and the bike wheels. Still, I found nothing. I did it about three times and checked the bushes that I had not even seen, pretty illogical, but I tried just in case since I couldn't find the keys anywhere. It was about 11 p.m., so the reason might have been that I was kind of half asleep. However, it makes no sense as I would have seen the keys in the basement. Considering you can still lock the bike lock without the keys, my first thought was that they were still in the basement and I was just unaware of it.

or I would have seen the keys, but I didn't see them, and I looked everywhere possible. I also lost my card last week as I was going to a graduation celebration. I had only walked around for around five to ten minutes, and then realized my card wasn't in my pocket. This, of course, might have just happened unintentionally, but when it happened, I remembered how I literally had the card just a couple of seconds before it wasn't in. my pocket. My decision was to try and find it as I had walked straight, but I couldn't find anything and there was absolutely no wind. A couple days later, someone called and said they had

found my card. It's all strange. I bring my own computer mouse to work. I'm a weirdo about having a back button on my mouse, and work mice never have them. Anywho, at the end of every day, I go through the same ritual of shutting down and packing up before going home. I pulled the receiver out of the work laptop, put it in my mouse, wrap it in a white washcloth to avoid damage, and put it in my bag. I got home one night last week and I couldn't find my mouse. I distinctly remember putting it in my bag because it was the last item I put in, right on top.

Frustrated, I literally, removed every single damn thing from my bag, patted it down, shook it upside down, and nothing. I feel like I go through this quite a bit, and for some reason I was pissed, fuming. I know that I'm not nuts,

and I know that I put it in my bag. I went to sleep, woke up, grabbed my bag, and went to work. I didn't see my mouse. I opened my bag, and it's right on top. Only thing in the same, that slot of the bag.

It's impossible. My anger was certainly disproportionate to the scenario because there's no logic to it, and as much as I try to let it go, it lingers with my subconscious, wrestling with the mystery of it. Why? What is this about? Having thrown that kind of tantrum, you better be damn sure that I absolutely made sure I put my mouse in my bag after work the next night.

cursing under my breath the whole time, wrapped it in the washcloth, tucked snug along the side, zipped it up securely, and off I went for the night. I get home, I opened the bag, no mouse. No way. Less than 30 minutes ago, I just huffed and puffed like I was somehow proving to myself that it was in the bag this time.

I just collapsed in defeat. I sat on the floor for a long time, staring and wondering what the hell was going on. Completely different state of mind, this time sedated and out of sorts. To wrap this up, I went to work and the mouse was sitting on my desk. Not in a washcloth, just sitting there. The mostly logical part that runs things in my head knows that we have to move on, but there is a faction that's putting up a fuss and is having a very difficult time moving on

until the scene is somehow reconciled. In every other area of life, social, professional relationships, interacting with the public, other basic cognitive functions, physical health, recent blood work was perfect, my memory and recall remains superior to others within a 20-year radius of my age, etc. Things are normal, and there hasn't been any major changes that I can tell,

or that my friends can tell and they would most definitely tell me. So, what the hell is this all about? I wanted to start by saying that I love your podcast, and I'm super curious about the things that people experience on a frequent basis. I have a bit of a story that happened to me, and it may not be as weird as some of the others, but I think it's worth sharing. It was about a week ago when I had,

this super weird thing happened to me, and I genuinely cannot seem to be able to place it, or figure it out. It was early in the morning, and I was going through my routine, going to the bathroom, taking a shower, brushing my teeth and all that stuff. After I was done with my normal morning routine, I figured I should go ahead and take my dog for a walk. I should mention that, at this point, I had not looked outside, Nor had I checked my phone for the weather, and I had no idea what it was like outside.

As I was walking toward the kitchen to at least get the curigs set up, I thought out loud, huh, I wonder what the weather's like right now. As soon as I finished this thought, I heard what sounded like a radio voice say something like, It is really coming down out there right now, and I don't recommend going out for too long. It seriously sounded like a radio had kicked on. Like when you have an alarm clock that's set for radio, it had a bit of static in the voice saying what it said, and then it was gone.

I was a bit creeped out by it because the voice was completely disembodied, and I had no idea where it had come from. I checked my phone to make sure it wasn't something on that. I don't have any of those home speaker or assistance, and things, so it wasn't one of those. I went downstairs to my bedroom to see if I had a radio that may have kicked on in there, but there was nothing. After a few seconds, I kind of shrugged it off, but then I thought,

I wonder if the weird voice was right. I then went over to my front door and opened it, and the second I did, the weather seemed to change from still to downpouring. It was like I opened the door as soon as the storm was about to start. It was definitely cloudy, but it hadn't been raining quite yet. Then I opened the door and the rain just started. I honestly felt a bit weirded out by this. And not only was the weird radio voice right about its forecast,

its forecast became right at the minute that I went to look outside. Obviously, I didn't take my pup for a walk, much to his disappointment. I haven't heard anything like this again in my place, and I still, to this day, have no idea what the hell it was. I made sure several times to verify that I didn't have any radios that may have turned on. I've never read about this happening to anyone else, but if anyone had ever experienced a disembodied voice to tell them the forecast, at the exact time they asked the universe for it, well, I would love to be able to be able to be able to. to know about it. I'm an avid listener to your YouTube channel. I really enjoy your glitch in the Matrix readings. Actually, that's the first thing of yours I ever listened to. It especially

piqued my interest because I had a glitch in the Matrix moment many years ago. I don't know what these glitches are, or even if they exist, or if it's our minds playing an elaborate hoax on us. I feel like maybe there are more of a slip into a different dimension, whether temporary or not. Of course, the most likely answer is that our brains are playing some sort of trick on us. However, if it is a trick, it is certainly a convincing one. I guess I've waxed philosophically long enough, so here's my glitch in the Matrix moment. I'm a woman. My ex-fiance and I owned a business together at that time.

We lived in a house on a hill in California, and my ex-Rod always left for work before I did. He would be there to open the business. I would go in a few hours later and be there to lock up. I usually worked until about 7 p.m. or later. My mornings typically consisted of me waking up and then taking a shower before getting dressed. and taking our beautiful Rottweiler, Misty, for a walk.

After our short walk, I would put my makeup on, get in the car, and then drive to work. I'd been doing this same routine for about four years when my glitch occurred. One day, I'm not sure of the date, but I know it was shortly before September 11, 2001. I left for work as usual. When I got to the bottom of the hill, I turned. turned right as always, in the direction of work. I went one block before needing to turn left. At the light where I turned left, there was a newish apartment building,

except on this day and all the days following. This day, I get to the light where the apartment building had been for years, and it was an old strip mall. The strip mall looked like any depressing strip mall in a city. It looked dirty and old, and consisted of the usual stuff that makes up most city strip malls. There was a cleaners, a liquor store, and other miscellaneous businesses. There was no apartment building.

I looked at the street signs thinking I must have somehow taken a different turn, but no. It was the same cross street that I had always used. I looked at the strip mall again. Was it new? No, it was obviously old, worn, and even dirty. I felt like a hand was gripping my heart. Surely everyone should be freaking out. How could a huge apartment building suddenly be gone and be replaced by something else entirely?

So, I looked at the people around me expecting everyone to be looking as confused and confounded as I was, but no. Everyone seemed to think this was the normal state of things. I spent the rest of the day in a state of confused. fogginess. I walked around like a zombie without understanding what happened. How could it have happened? Why was no one else freaking out? Every day from there forward, I stared at the strip mall, and it stayed a strip mall. I kept expecting it to go back to normal. The entire time until I moved away, it stayed to that strip mall. I never talked about it to anyone for years, but it never left my head, nor have I ever been able to explain it.

And no, I have never been mentally ill, nor ever taken hallucinogenic drugs. One day, one small part of my universe changed, and I have no idea of how or why. I know it doesn't seem like a huge deal, but after that, the entire world changed. Of course, 9-11 happened shortly afterwards, and after that, everything. has felt upside down. Most people my age will agree that nothing since then has felt right. Perhaps that's because a whole bunch of us suddenly were in the wrong dimension, with no idea of how we got into this strange, divergent world.

This happened roughly ten years ago. I had graduated high school and was about to begin my first semester in college, but I had a few weeks to kill before then. So, I was home alone around 10.45 a.m. Because I had graduated high school, I felt a kind of accomplishment to turn off my alarm clock. It felt great to have a few weeks of freedom of waking up whenever the hell that I wanted. My parents were early risers. My dad, being from former military, woke up around 4.45 a.m. every morning, followed shortly by my mom,

whose alarm clock went off around 5 a.m. I'm not sure what time my neighbors woke up, but I'm pretty sure they wake up around 6 a.m. as well. I was never fully awake enough to pay attention to alarm clocks of my neighbors. Well, as 11 a.m. rolls around, I decide it's time to prep something to eat, maybe boot up the computer to play some video games. I lived in a single-story three-bedroom house,

so it's not very big, and I can hear everything from the living room or kitchen. By 11.15 a.m., I can hear the distinct sound of my alarm clock. I easily recognize it because it always sends a shiver up my spine. I have to convince myself that I'm in fact not dreaming, and that I did graduate high school. I race to my bedroom and inspect the clock. The alarm switch is sent to off.

off. However, it is continuously blaring at me. I hit the snooze button and check the time the alarm is set for, and at 6 a.m. Once the alarm is silenced, I notice other noise emitting from all around the house. On senior night from high school, we received these commemorative cheap clocks, which had our high school and graduating class year etched into it. It took me a few seconds to realize that its alarm was going off. I had never heard it before, and I had no idea it even had an alarm function. I basically had to pull out the battery,

because I didn't know how to shut it off. I was very confused as I walked out of my bedroom. Further down the hall was my parents' room, and I could hear the distinct wailing of their alarm going off as well. I entered the room and shut off that alarm clock, too. after silencing all the alarm clocks in the house I can hear the distinct wailing of alarm clocks coming from the neighbors as well I was absolutely frozen in place

trying to figure out what was going on why were all the alarm clocks set to go off at the same time in the middle of the day a few minutes go by and everything returns to silence the neighborhood goes quiet again as I know I'm the only one home out of most of the neighbors. I walk out to the street, straining my ears, trying to hear any sound whatsoever, as I could usually hear the sound of a stray car driving by, or the sound of a siren or honking.

Nothing. For a good three minutes, it really feels like I am the only person left on earth before the sounds of traffic begin to build up, in a distant wail of an ambulance goes by, and I'm able to catch my breath again. For the rest of the day, I just sit on the living room sofa

staring at the blank TV screen, trying to figure out if it had just been my imagination, a hallucination, dream, or something else. To this day, I have never experienced anything like that again. As for the alarm clocks, I quickly disposed of my own before going to college, and I'm not sure about my parents' one, but I don't live there.

But after a few years had gone by, my mom did mention that the alarm clock was broken and they had to get a new one. We sometimes just talk about random stuff. Sometime in 2020, I think around March, before the UK lockdown, me and my cousin were playing Tekken 7 on my Xbox. Out of nowhere, the game crashes and goes. back to the Xbox home, so I thought, must have just been a little malfunction. I click the icon to start playing again, and a message that says, Enter a disc to play this game pops up. I knew from there that the disc must have gotten stuck, so I was gutted, but not too much,

as I only play the Xbox when my cousin is around, and also I have the game on PC. The whole of 2020 goes by, and I didn't slash couldn't get my Xbox fixed due to COVID, and I wasn't too fussed on it, as again, I didn't really play it. One of my sisters and I tried to get the disc out manually. There was a manual eject button you could press with something thin, so we used a paperclip. That didn't work, and we accidentally lost the paperclip inside the Xbox. Then, we even opened the Xbox up, trying to see if we could access the reader to get the disc out, but we needed specific screwdrivers for that.

So, no luck there. We eventually gave up and my sister checked the game case just in case, but there was no game in it. Around April of 2021, I decided it was time to get the Xbox fixed as my older sister was getting married in a couple of months' time, and so she was over frequently, and family would be over soon to help with preparations, etc. And so, it might be used to play. I took it to my local electronic experts, and I told them the problem,

disc stuck inside. They said no problem, it'll be 20 pounds. However, if the reader happens to break while they're taking the disc out, it will cost more, the usual. I say, fine and I leave it to them. I then receive a text that same day from them saying that it's ready to be collected and will only cost the 20 pounds.

So I remember that I was happy that there was no damage done. I got to the shop and they proceeded to tell me that there was no disc in the drive. I was utterly confused. My immediate thoughts were that they were scamming me and that they took my disc. They're a trusted company, so I was. was a bit disoriented by this, or that they didn't really check. So I asked if they put another disc in it, and they said yes, and that it worked completely fine.

They also found the paperclip that me and my sister lost, and then returned it to me in a small zip-lock bag. I then said thank you, and paid and left, and still confused, and then I even phoned my sister, who couldn't answer as she was in a meeting. and so I texted her everything, to which she then phoned me soon after. I tell her that they didn't find a disc, and that I think they maybe may have taken the disc,

still believing this outrageous hypothesis that I made up. I go home, and just to make sure that I'm not going crazy, I check the Tekken 7 case. And what do you know? The game is there. I remember telling my sister this over the text, and she phoned again also, confused, stating that she checked the game case on the night that we opened the Xbox up

just to make sure I wasn't being silly. But it really wasn't there. I still don't know what happened. I asked both my mom and dad, even though they never touched the Xbox, if they had maybe seen the disc and put it back in, and they both denied it. I then thought maybe a guest or an extended family member came over and saw it and put it back, But then I remember that it was during lockdown, so no one would have been at our house anyways. This really sucked, as it meant I could have used the Xbox for the past year, but didn't.

But you couldn't blame me, as I was 100% sure that there was a disc stuck inside. I genuinely would have bedded my life on the fact that there was a disc inside. I've got several far-fetched explanations, but they're all a reach, and I genuinely believe that I and my family, or my Xbox, entered a parallel universe or something, or experienced memory loss from carbon monoxide poisoning, as these explanations do not make sense. Explanation 1, most realistic, me and my cousin were actually playing on my PC. This doesn't make sense, however, as I and him specifically remember playing on the Xbox. We also almost always play on the Xbox when he's here anyways,

as it's much easier than getting my laptop out, plugging in the HTML, etc. And also, I remember the message about entering a disc coming up. An explanation too, which is very far-fetched. After a while, out of autopilot, I maybe saw the disc ejected and put it back in its case, but then forgot. This obviously doesn't make sense. I would have remembered something like this, even if it was autopilot due to the seriousness of the situation,

my Xbox potentially being broken. Also, I remember my sister opening the game case and seeing no game in there. She also opened all the other game cases just in case. I'm not here for an explanation. Although, if you have one, I would love to hear it. I'm just here to share my story, as I recently heard of the subreddit due to a podcaster mentioning reading stories off here. Hello, all. This is probably not as shocking as some of the other glitch stories on this channel, but it still blows my mind after over eight years.

When I had just moved to Hamburg, Germany, in 2013, I did what most 20-somethings do. I partied. A lot. So yeah, to prefix this, I was drunk at the time of the event, very much so. But let me tell you that being totally wasted could not have caused this weird and random glitch. Since it's kind of hard to describe and includes rather saucy circumstances, I hesitated a long time to write this down. I'll try my best to be precise.

So I was out in about one night, meeting a guy that I immediately hit it off with, and in the early morning hours we decided to go to the beach and have some fun. It was about 7 or 8 a.m. on Sunday morning, and we pretty much had the beach to ourselves. We got down to business rather quickly, so I pulled my spandex and thonged down to my high-heel ankle boots. mind you, these ankle boots were tied with shoelaces, and I never took them off during the entire endeavor. Once we finished, I tried to get dressed again. Shouldn't have been a problem, right? We never changed positions from me over him or him behind me,

so I basically just had to pull up my thong in pants, easy as pie. Only, it wasn't. This was when the glitch presented itself. My leggings and the boots were still as they were before. I was wearing both shoes, safely tied up, and my spandex were around both legs as usual. The thong was what dumbfounded me. I had only one leg still in it. The other part completely hanging loose between my legs.

This could only have happened if I unleased and took off my right shoe. with the respective pant leg, pulled my right leg out of the thong, and then put pant leg and shoe back on, tied it, and kept going. Which is quite an operation to follow through while busy with, well, you know. To get dressed again, I actually had to take off my shoes and pants in order to get my leg into my panties again. To this day, I have no rational explanation as to how this could have happened. I am a little scatterbrained, and I was intoxicated with alcohol, but still, that could not have happened by accident or incidentally without me noticing. My underwear wasn't ripped or altered in any way, and I definitely put it on correctly before. At that time, I had never really heard of glitches in the Matrix and just brushed it off as odd.

But over the years, I have paid more and more attention to the weird. of reality. And I think what happened that morning can only be a weird jam-up in our simulation. So, a few years ago, I spent a month studying French in Montreal, Canada. I stayed at a student residence. I had my own room, but the rest was shared. And for some reason, the agency that booked my stay forgot to book the last night there. I couldn't pay for one more night as my room would already be taken by another student, as well as the other rooms.

So, I would have to spend my last night in Montreal somewhere. As I didn't want to pay too much, I was 19, was just starting my career and wanted to keep a bit of money that my father had given me for that French course, I decided to spend the last night at a hostel in the city center. So, I booked a room in that hostel through the internet, got there, got settled, walked around the city for one last time that night, had dinner and slept. I paid everything with credit card, and it was in my wallet. I put my wallet away in my backpack and locked it in the locker. The next morning, when I woke up, I noticed that my wallet, which I knew that I had put inside my backpack, was no longer there. I had put it away in that obvious front compartment of any backpack.

I took everything out of my backpack. Everything. I turned it over and opened all the compartments. I checked inside a few clothes that were inside it, as the wallet could have gotten inside of them, but nothing. Nata. I even shook it. It wasn't anywhere in there.

I also searched for it in my suitcase, but I knew that I had not. to put it away in there, I knew it was in the backpack. I hardly thought that someone could have stolen it as both my backpack in my suitcase were kept inside the locker all the time, locked with a padlock, as I said. Still, I went to reception and they recommended me to go to the police station to file a theft report. That wasn't an option, as my flight would leave in a few hours and it was an international flight. Luckily, my ID, passport, was with me, but I needed money. My credit card and all the cash that I had were in my wallet, to at least go to the airport and eat.

I just wanted to go home. I asked a college from the French course for help, and she gave me the money that I needed to go to the airport and eat, and then I'd give it back to her as soon as I got home. I even checked my backpack again. in all of the compartments and took everything out one more time just in case. My wallet was not in there. Okay, so let's get to the end here. I came back home, I'm from Brazil, and the flight was smooth and uneventful.

I arrived in my city the next day after two layovers in the afternoon and went to sleep as soon as I arrived. The flight was overnight, and I don't sleep well in economy. class, and I didn't touch my suitcase or backpack. I just left them beside my bed in my room. At night, when I went to unpack

my bag and backpack, my wallet was in the most obvious place in my backpack, that smaller compartment on the front of it, where I always put it, and where I had looked the previous day repeatedly. I froze right

there, and I had goosebumps. I knew, that I had searched everywhere and it was in the compartment that I knew it should be. I swear I had taken everything out. I had checked all the compartments in pockets. I remember I spent like 30 minutes just searching for it in my backpack with all the stuff out. At that time, I thought it was kind of supernatural for real, but then I ignored it and just forgot about it. It was good that I kept that little money that I wanted, and I even paid my friend with it.

But recently I came across this sub on Reddit and thought that it might have been a glitch in the Matrix. I wouldn't stress that I did not and do not use drugs, or any medication, that may alter my state of consciousness, nor do I have any mental health issues. I know I had checked for my wallet in the compartment then it was in. Again, it wasn't a case of inattention. I swear I had looked for my wallet in every single part of my backpack. What do you guys think? So this happened about four years ago, but me and my boyfriend, now fiancé,

remember this exactly the same and still have no explanation. We had just moved into our first house, and for an idea of the layout, when you walk through the front door, the living room, dining room, and kitchen are all one room. And you have a visible view of the sliding glass door that goes to the back porch when you walk in the front. On the outside, if you walk through the car port, there's a screen door that also enters the back porch. It was a pretty small house, so walking from the car to the front door takes like 10 seconds tops. For context, soon after we moved in, we rescued a dog, Athena, a nine-month-old Sharpay. We'd only had her for a couple of days at this point, and she was not house-trained.

She would run if she got the chance to get through the door. There were times where I spent hours chasing her down the neighborhood when she would slip through my legs. She was also very skittish and didn't like interaction at the time because of her former situation. The only way to lock our sliding glass door was to jam a PVC pipe on the tracks, so it couldn't be open from the outside. The screen door on the porch was also locked, and the screen was higher up, and the bottom part was blocks. Okay, now to the nitty-gritty. We needed to get groceries for our new house, and couldn't leave the dog inside, because of the fact that she wasn't house-trained yet.

She would go everywhere and rip everything apart. It had happened once already. It was a cool night, and the back porch had a fan, so we put her on the back porch with her food, waterbed, and the fan going, and we went to the grocery store a few blocks away. When we got home, we walked in with the groceries, left the front door open, and had to make several trips to and from the car.

Each time, we walked out together and walked in together, and each time she was sitting there looking at us through the window, or playfully jumping at the door. Each time I would stop and playfully jump back towards the window. Well, the very last bit of groceries we were bringing in through the front door, we both stopped dead in our tracks. She was inside, walking from the door, the sliding glass door.

It looked as if she just walked right through it. We both looked at each other confused. We were never out of each other's sight, so neither of us could have let her in without the other seeing it. The PVC was still jammed in the door, and it was tightly shut still. We went to the screen door, and it was still locked. We checked for any holes or opening in the screen and the back porch, but there were none.

Thinking back, even if she would have gotten out from the back porch somehow, she would have just run away. We checked and pondered any possibility, but it just didn't make any sense. We still have her to this day. She's five years old and is the best good girl ever. She's house-trained, no longer skittish, and is very happy and healthy. This glitch happened when I was around 11 years old. My paternal grandmother lived in South Carolina at the time, and my father was visiting her.

They were both alcoholics, and my mom and dad were separated, but not divorced. My father was working in South Carolina and was supposed to send money to us and Georgia to help take care of my sister and I. But sometimes he wouldn't send any money. Instead, he would go on a bender and waste it all in one night. This was back in the early 80s, so there was no direct deposit or anything like that. So the Friday that my mother knew he had gotten paid, she decided to quickly dash down to South Carolina to my grandmother's house that night to try to get some of the money before he wasted it all.

Because the payday before this one, he had wasted it all, and we were running out of food. I was always up for getting out of the house. I hated sitting at home, and I still do to this day. My mom asked me and my sister if we wanted to go. My sister declined, but of course I was up for it. It was already the evening after my sister and I had gotten out of school when my mother thought of this plan. My grandmother's house was at least three hours away.

A little background on my mother. She was not the easiest person in the world to be around. She was very strict and she had a short temper. She'd smack the crap out of you before you knew what'd hit you. She came from an abuse of childhood. Her father was also an alcoholic and some of the things I've heard that he did to her and her siblings are nothing short of horror. My mom was also handicapped from a birth defect that really messed up one of her legs.

She walked with a limp, and I remember her telling me that she was never able to run. and as a child it made her really sad. She wanted to play with the other kids at school, but she couldn't keep up. On top of all of that, she had six brothers. She was the only girl until her sister was born when she was 14. Her brothers didn't cut her any slack as far as her handicap went, so she had to learn to literally fight from a very young age.

When she was newly married to my father, he would get drunk and try to hit her, and she would end up beating his butt. Sadly, as a child, I had seen her many times get him down on the floor and beat the absolute crap out of him, so suffice it to say, she had anger issues, and she could be quite mean at times, both physically and mentally. So, anyways, we get to my grandmother's house that night, and of course both my grandmother and father are plastered. Luckily, he hadn't wasted very much money.

He was passed out on the floor, and I remember I had to basically pickpocket him to get the money out of his wallet. My mom figured that I could do it easier because I had small hands. Anyways, we get the money and run to the truck to get the heck out of there before one of them wakes up. We're on the road back to Georgia, and I start feeling tired. I'd gotten up early and gone to school that day, so I was pretty worn out. I curl up and put my head on the window of the truck, and I fall asleep. I slept for a good while, and I felt pretty rested when I woke up to the truck slowing down.

My mom was stopping to get off the interstate. As I woke up, I glanced over at my mother. It was her body and her hair, but her face was twisted and grotesque. She was looking out the window, thank God. because if she had looked at me, I would have had a heart attack. She looked like what can only be described as a hideous demon. Years later, I saw the exact thing that she looked like in the movie The Devil's Advocate. The part of the movie where people's faces shift to reveal their inner demon, that's what she looked like.

It only lasted a few seconds and then her face was normal again. For years, I told myself, well, you were probably half asleep and you just thought you saw it, but I wasn't. I was wide awake and pretty well rested, and I damn well know what I saw. That was the one and only time I ever saw anything like that, thank God. As an adult, I've wondered if she had some sort of demonic possession copiloting her body. I never told anyone about it until I was married for at least 20 years, and I have now only told my husband, two daughters, and now all of you.

I'll never forget it. It was terrifying. Has anyone else ever had anything like this happened? Well, thanks for listening. So, I guess I'm going to start from the time that I went to the hospital in 2015. Apparently, I had high blood pressure, and it was dissecting my aorta. I was rushed into surgery to save my life. I was out for two weeks, but within that time I had what I called nightmares.

It was two straight weeks of complete terror. Sometimes I experienced myself in my everyday life, but each vision, dream, or nightmare always ended in the very hospital that I was in. Sometimes I woke, and I'm in the morgue, surrounded by bodies, while I was yelling to get attention and nobody could hear me. Other times I was in a completely different life, but I was still me. One, I was a rich entrepreneur, nightclub owner, and I'm not the nightclub type. Other times, I was a soldier in Iraq separated from my platoon.

I was captured and tortured and forced to announce America. Another dream I was trapped in a strange restaurant that I owned and ran. Anyway, let me digress. When I finally came to, I just wanted to see my wife. The nurse said that she was coming and should be there any minute. My wife did end up coming, and when I saw her, I knew it was her, but she looked different. Her weight had changed, and so did her voice. Our memories were mostly on par with slight differences.

I just wrote it off as a perception of event. and carried on waiting to be released so I could go home and finally feel safe. So, as I was discharged and sent home with a huge amount of medication and new life rules to live by, they wheeled me down to my wife's car, but only it wasn't the car that I remembered. She owned a Hyundai, Tuxan, but this new car was a Chevy Equinox. I only knew it was her because I could see her get out to help me. in the car. I asked her when she got the new car and she said that she hadn't. We get home, and she helps me out and into the house. At this point, everything else looked normal.

Same furniture, same color walls, so I began to brush things off again, figuring I would eventually circle back to what I had noticed. I asked where the dogs were, and she said that she had put them out so they won't jump on me because of my chest incision. So she got me upstairs and put me in bed and turned on the TV. And that's when I started to notice more strange things. And this stuff cannot be a perception problem. I turned on the TV to watch some news and saw that Donald Trump was running for president. I thought, that's strange, because I remember he had dropped out of the race because the Republicans

wouldn't back him. but they seemed to be embracing him. I thought maybe he had decided to just get back in. I was trying really hard to just brush things off now. I started to get anxiety really bad, so I turned off the news and picked one of my favorite movies to watch, The Lord of the Rings. As I was relaxing and getting my mind right, my wife made me something to eat and asked if I was ready or willing to see the dogs.

I couldn't wait to see Rue and Riley. She opened the bedroom door and called them. They come running up in the bedroom, but instead of being happy to see me, they just stopped, sat and stared at me. There was no welcome home, like usual. They acted like I had been there the whole time. Shortly after this, I learned about the Mandela Effect. I can tell you that this is not all the Mandela effects that I do remember, but some that I do. I don't know what any of this means, but that's my story.

When I was 17 years old, my friend and I had a really fun Saturday. She had a convertible Volkswagen, and we would drive around playing music and talking. We are still friends and have always had really good talks about the paranormal universe, even as teens. I've actually always been intuitive and had paranoia. normal interactions as has she. Anyway, she ended up coming to my house, and I'm the oldest of five kids. My bedroom was actually a breezeway that people would walk through to get to the garage, basement, and laundry room.

So, usually if a friend slept over, we slept in the TV room, which had two sliding glass doors into the dining room. If you walked through the dining room, you would get to the kitchen, and then there was a wall so you couldn't see if anyone was sitting at the kitchen table until you walked in. It was the 90s, so we didn't have cell phones, so no alarm. And there was a clock that chimed on the hour in the TV room. The clock chimed and we both woke up on the two couches and talked for a few minutes about our Sunday plans.

Some of our friends had mentioned wanting to go to the beach, so we figured we would go call them. The clock said 8 a.m. when it chimed, we got up and walked into the kitchen, but no one was awake. Four small kids, and two parents just still asleep at 8 a.m., wouldn't have made much sense. So, we look at the clock in there, and it says 6.30 a.m. Okay, maybe the clock in the TV room was wrong. We both go and lie back down, talking for a few, and then decide to go back to sleep, and wake up to call our friends about the beach later. We wake up this time because my sister comes into the room excited to see my friend.

We hear the two sliding glass doors open, and she comes in waking us up loudly. So we trudge into the kitchen and my mother and father are sitting looking tired, and they say, Sorry they woke up so early today. We kept her out as long as we could. She's been up since 5 a.m. I look quickly to the clock, and it's 6.15.

I'm so confused, but then sometimes I have lucid dreams and very vivid dreams, so I assume that I dreamt the thing before. We chat for a minute, and I ask my friend if she's ready to call our friends, and she just says, uh, no, I have to go. She leaves in a hurry. When I called her later to check in, because I thought maybe something had happened, And she said, you're going to think I'm crazy, but...

And she proceeded to tell me exactly what I experienced. She had experienced it. And I laughed and explained that I had the same thing happened and thought that I had just been lucid dreaming. We're now almost 40, and we still talk about that day and theorize on why and how it happened to both of us. We haven't told many people because, when we did, our friends just thought that we made it up,

and our families just said that we probably smoked too much pot. But we know that there was some sort of glitch that happened, and it leads me to where I am today. I often explore remote locations and old mining areas because I'm an avid rock hound. On one trip in central New Mexico, I left my hotel at 7.30 a.m. My destination was less than 30 minutes away, 10 miles by highway, 3 mile by paved road, and then 2 miles up a relatively well-maintained dirt road, followed by a 3-quarter mile hike to the rock-hounding spot. It was supposed to be a pretty easy trip compared to others that I have done.

When I got off the highway, I decided to fill up on gas for good measure. I kept the receipt, so there's no doubt that I bought gas. About halfway up the dirt road, four miles from the gas station, I noticed my gas gauge dropped to about a quarter of a tank. When I got to the area where I needed to get out and start walking, I walked a few feet and noticed a better place to leave my car, so I went back to move it. This took less than ten minutes. My car wouldn't start. The battery was dead. I still had the receipt for the battery in my glove box showing that I had purchased a new one a week prior. I checked it against the battery under the hood, and sure enough, the new battery was installed properly.

Luckily, it was under warranty. The entire dirt road was uphill, and I noticed a truck driving up, so I decided to wait and ask for a jump. It was a man and a wife who were very kind, and they gave me a jump. The car started, and I moved it to the new spot. The time was 8.45 when I finally started hiking. The hike itself was uneventful and took 90 minutes. When I got back to my car, it was 10, 15 a.m. I was feeling pretty hungry, so I decided to order takeout from near my hotel.

I figured it would take me 30 or so minutes to get back, and the food would be ready for pickup when I got back to town. The problem was, when I put in my online order, the confirmation said that my food would be ready at 6 p.m. It didn't make any sense, so I tried calling the restaurant, but got no answer. So I decided to just drive there and ask them to prepare it ASAP. First, I was going to stop at the gas station and figure out why I didn't get the gas I paid for. I still had the receipt, and my gas tank was still at one quarter. So I drove the two miles back down that dirt road,

and when I reached the end and pulled on to Fronage Road, my gas tank showed that it was full again. When I got to the restaurant ready to tell them 6 p.m. didn't work for me. My order was already ready. That was a relief, but it was then picking up my order that I looked at the time. It was 6.05 p.m. It should have been 10.45 a.m. I looked at the sky, and sure enough, the sun was getting low.

I lost seven hours somehow, and I cannot account for it. I have a pretty mundane glitch that was actually kind of creepy, and something about it was seriously unsettling. But I'm not really sure what the heck it was or what it was about. What's worse? It wasn't just me that experienced it. My boyfriend also saw the whole thing play out. It actually happened just the other day,

so the whole thing is still pretty fresh in my memory. I was downstairs in the laundry room trying to fill the washing machine with the load of laundry, and when I got to the end of the current basket, I determined that there was a bit more space left in the machine. I yelled at my boyfriend to bring down another basket so I could finish filling it. He runs up to grab one and then rushes back downstairs to get it to me. I start loading the clothing into the machine, and I get it all filled up. And as soon as I closed the lid on the machine, the light in the laundry room seemed to go out.

I kind of screamed as it scared me, mostly because of the timing, and my boyfriend just laughed at me mentioning that the breaker must have tripped or something. I asked him to go check, and he then went over to where the switch was and commented that it had been flipped to the off position. That was obviously weird as we were both there by the washing machine, but it wasn't a huge deal.

I thought maybe I just didn't flip it all the way on, and the timing was impeccable. Then it got weird. My boyfriend flipped the switch back to the on position, and as soon as the light clicked on, the room was filled with the brightest flash of light that I have ever seen. It was as if someone had taken the flash from one of those Kodak cameras and turned it up to 11. What was weirder was that it wasn't just a flash and then it was gone. It was a bright flash and then it was like it was fading in slow motion,

like it was dialed up and then someone was slowly turning it back down. As the light faded, I saw what looked like silhouettes of a person walking from the door to the washing machine and then saw them loading what looked like clothing into said washing machine. And then I saw a second silhouette walking back down with another basket of clothing. It took me a few moments to realize what I had seen, but I was basically watching, what had just happened in some sort of detailless playback form.

After a few seconds, the whole thing played out, and it was over, and then the light was gone. I just stood there staring at the room and then looked over to my boyfriend, but the look on his face screamed what I was thinking. I asked him if he had just seen what I saw, and he just kind of nodded, like, yep, let's not talk about it ever. I said okay, checked to make sure the washer had kicked on, and then walked toward the door

to go back upstairs. We both went up and just didn't talk about the freaky event that we had both witnessed. Unfortunately, that's the whole story. We both saw this play out and haven't really discussed it because it was weird,

and neither one of us has seen anything like it since. The laundry got done as normal, if anyone cares, and the basement still feels like a completely normal room. I have no idea what that was, but if anyone has any thoughts, please do feel free to share them.

All my life, I've had many glitches happen to me, but this one I found rather interesting and unnerving. Almost 20 years ago, I had a memorable moment of deja vu. We had just moved in with some friends, and the next day I had to go to my college classes. I had to ride a new bus for the first time, and partway through the ride, everyone on the bus started freaking out because the bus wasn't going through the military base like it normally did. Instead, it went around it.

It was all new to me, so I didn't think much of it. I got to school and into my first class, about halfway through, someone came in and told the teacher that the school was being closed, and all the students had to go home. I'm dyslexic, and I receive extra time on my tests, but I had to go to a special lab to get it. I was concerned, because I had an appointment that day, and if I missed it, I wouldn't get another chance.

The deja vu started at this point, as I walked up to the door of the Proctor building, but I found it locked. I knocked and a woman opened the door, I told her about my appointment, and she said, You haven't heard? I said no. She continued, go home, and watch the news.

And she closed the door. I was confused and went to sit down. I remembered the entire interaction, word for word, from an extremely vivid dream that I'd had some time before. This happens to me periodically, so I didn't think much of it. My main concern was that I wasn't. sure how to get back to my new home. When a woman came up to me and asked if I was all right, I said I was fine, but I was wondering

what was going on. She said you haven't heard, and I said no. She seemed reluctant to tell me, but sat down and said that there would been an attack in New York on the World Trade Center. When I had my moment of deja vu, it was exactly when the second tower fell on 9-11. Okay. So this story is nothing big compared to some of the stories I've read, but it still blew my mind. This happened about a month ago.

I was driving in my small city that I live in and I was coming close to a roundabout. This roundabout had four sections leading in and out. I was coming straight ahead, and right opposite of me there was a gray car coming in. This is where the glitch happens. I was starting to slow down to potentially stop if the car was about to pass me so we wouldn't collide. But as the car got into the roundabout, it drove behind tall grass in the middle of the roundabout, and it just never came out on the other side. I was baffled.

I almost stopped to let it get through, but it just disappeared. There's nowhere it could have gone. The road on the left was very long and straight, so it could. couldn't have gone there. I just really didn't know what to think or do, and it still blows my mind. In December of 2017, we needed to get Christmas stockings for our first holiday living on our own as a new family of three. Being that our son was also one-year-old just the week before Christmas, and we had a trip planned to see the family, the budget was tight. I decided to settle on some cheap throwaway stockings made a felt that I figured we would just use to get us through this first holiday,

and if they didn't hold up, or I wanted something else going forward, no big deal. My husband's stocking had a felt santa on it, with a glued-on snowflake embellishment on the toe to the sock. It was the last stocking of its design that wasn't messed up in some way or other, than hanging a bit shorter than the other. I was glad to have found it because it was also the last way I could find a matching set of three all in the same style. Our son had a reindeer with a scarf embellishment. Mine had a snowman with a hat embellishment. Around two weeks into having them, my husband notices just one of the spokes on the snowflake embellishment is missing. Thinking our son messed with it and probably got it folded back or tucked behind it.

itself somehow, I got up to investigate. Not only was it not just creased down, I really got in there trying to be sure to the point that I was worried I would undo the hot glue holding the entire snowflake on. It was snipped. It was a clean cut straight across like a pair of scissors. Furthermore, I found the now cut-off spoke on the floor beneath where the stocking hung. and we talked about how it was weird that it seemed trimmed off, and that it's a bummer because, even for being cheap,

they made quite the cute trio. I threw the dismembered piece away, because it was honestly just not even worth saving. It wasn't a big enough deal to me. A week and a half or so goes by when my husband is again the whistleblower. This time, he's telling me the spoke is back, and asking me when I got a new son. stalking.

Confused, I go to grab the stocking and show him closer since clearly his eyes needed some help. I'm walking over to pick it up while telling him that I didn't get a new stalking, so he's obviously mistaken and just seeing things. Sure as hell, it's there. I tug on the piece that we both saw on the floor and both saw me throw away. It's solid, like it never was detached. There's no evidence whatsoever. that it was repaired, even though that wouldn't have been possible either.

My husband didn't replace it either to mess with me. It was the same short-off kilter hang that it always had, and was unique to that specific one in comparison to even the others at the store, an error in processing that made it obvious that it was the stalking. We still have the questionable Santa stalking, and it has had its complete snowflake ever since its'est, mysterious return. Major event? Maybe not. But the fact that it was experienced by two other people at the same time during both instances makes it interesting at the very least.

So, I have always heard of glitch in the Matrix stories, and I can't say I believed them to be true until my experience last night. I work in an office building in the best way I could describe, it is that it looks just like you would see in the movies. Once you walk in the front door directly to the left is a row of cubicles, where customer service takes calls, which is where I work. In the center of the floor, after walking in the front doors, there is a small showroom, and to the right,

there are more rows of cubicles for the technicians, and against the right sidewall are the restrooms. So, here we go. I work evenings, as we provide 24-hour service, and this happened late last night. At this time, there were only two, sometimes three other people working on my side, and on the technician's side there was one person. Around 11 p.m., I had to go to the restroom, but I couldn't go until the other person on my side got back from break, or there would be no one to answer calls.

On one of my monitors, I'm able to see who's clocked in, available, and on break. I was on available, the technician was also unavailable, and my co-worker was on break. Now, before this gets crazy, keep in mind it's nighttime, and there is very minimal movement throughout the office. And after two minutes of no movement, the lights turn off.

Finally, she got back and sat down, and right when I saw available next to her name, I put myself on break at 1115 on the dot, and tried standing up really slowly as my chair happens to be ridiculously squeaky. Standing up slow didn't help. It was the loudest chair squeak I have ever heard, as a matter of fact, but I put myself on break and the timer automatically started so my boss can see exactly how. long I'm gone for. But right when I clicked it and the timer started, I felt weird. Not sick, not light-headed, just weird. I got up to head to the restroom, and as I was walking, I began to feel light. And with each step, I felt more and more light. Like, if I were to jump, I would just float. As I passed the showroom, the center floor lights didn't turn on, and I walked the same route that I always do. I thought it was weird, but proceeded.

I got to the right side of the building, and again, the lights did not turn on. I asked the tech, who was in that night, if the lights had been acting up all night, and he didn't answer. I peeped around his cubicle, and he was gone, which made no sense, because when I got up to use the restroom, his status was available. It was very strange, but I proceeded to use the restroom. Once I finish and stepped out, the lights flipped on, and on top of that, once they turned on, the tech jumped up and said in a joking way, What are you sneaking up on me for?

You almost gave me a heart attack. I asked him where he was at when I walked by the first time, which was about two minutes ago, and he looked at me confused and said, I've been parked in this chair for the last three hours. I was so confused and just said, I must not have seen you, and proceeded back to my desk. As I passed the showroom,

the center lights flipped on, and once I got back to my desk, my co-worker said something that really freaked me out. She said, Hey, did you finally get that squeaky chair fixed? I didn't hear you get up this time. I sat down and it squeaked pretty loud, and she was like,

hmm, that's odd. and sadly this isn't the end of this experience. I went to take myself off a break and the timer had only been going for two seconds. I looked at the clock, 1115 on the dot. I still can't wrap my brain around what happened or where I went when I got up to use the restroom, or why time basically froze for the four minutes I was gone, but I can 100% say with confidence, that I experienced a glitch in the Matrix.

My cousins were meant to come over one day. My mom and sister saw them pull up outside. They got out of the car, so my mom and sister started to point out the window, saying, Oh, there they are. Although when I looked, I couldn't see them or the car. I could only hear them talking to each other and the car door shut outside of our flat.

I thought they were joking, so I laughed and said, "'Stop choking, no one's there. And I kept asking them, well, where are they?' They kept pointing at the same time in the same direction and said, "'There, they're right there, over and over again excitedly. I was so confused because nothing was there where they had pointed. Then they both noticed them walking to another flat that wasn't ours.

They started to bang on the windows to get their attention to no avail. So my mom called them to tell them they were going to the wrong flat. They then said over the phone that they hadn't even left yet. I questioned my mom and sister afterwards why they thought it was them, and they said that it was them. Same red car, same people, same everything. But apparently, it really wasn't them. Okay.

I've been reading this subreddit for years, and for some reason it just occurred to me. that a glitch totally happened to me when I was around 18 years old, and it totally freaked me out at the time. I'm 23 now. I'd been hanging out at my friend's house and left to go home pretty late at night, 12 a.m., 1 a.m. I lived in a smallish suburb at the time, so at this time of night there was really nobody out driving. I got to the main road right outside my actual neighborhood,

and was a few turns away from the street that I needed to turn on. I lived there for years at this point, so I was very familiar with this road and everything around. Next thing I knew, a huge deer jumped out from what seemed like nowhere. Like, it went from nothing at all in the road to the deer pretty much being right in front of my car. I remember thinking, holy crap, there's nothing I can do I'm about to crash. I also remember thinking that the deer was almost literally running into my car, like not trying to run across the road, but like right into me. Then, I just remember this scream that came from, like, the depths of my being,

that I imagine only comes out of you when you know you're about to die or be seriously hurt. I went to slam the brakes, but, like I said, the deer was already at my car, and I braced myself, and then all of a sudden the deer was just not there. I looked in all directions, and there was no deer anywhere. I was driving on a four-lane road, and there were only buildings and parking lots on the other side of the road, so I would have definitely seen the deer if it somehow managed to jump out of the way. I couldn't understand what just happened, or why I couldn't see the deer anywhere, and I was actually thinking, is the deer stuck under my car or, like, on top of it?

I know that doesn't make sense, but I just couldn't process there being no deer. I picked up my phone and called my friend Alex, whose house I was just at, freaking out and telling him the story as I was pulling into my driveway, and telling him that I was scared to get out of the car, because I was still half afraid that the deer or part of the deer was on. my car. But when I finally got out, my car was totally fine, and there was no sign of any accident there. I didn't know a lot about timeline jumps and glitches back then, but now I feel like maybe that's exactly what happened. It was another workday like any other. I work at a printing

company that printed various things. This one day in particular, though, was different, and I also want to mention that I worked night shift from around 4.30 p.m. to 3 a.m. though I'm not sure that had anything to do with this episode of time loss that I experienced. I've worked here for 19 years at the time, and this is the only glitch, if that's what this was. It was the end of the shift, and there was only five other employees that worked with me on this shift, and they had punched out and were leaving. I punched out with them at the same time, but I told them I would be right behind them to leave,

but I needed to use the restroom before I left, and I had to pee really bad. After relieving myself, I had dropped the toilet seat down to sit and smoke a cigarette before actually leaving, and I had my phone watching some YouTube videos. And before I say what happened, I say that I'm one who doesn't fall asleep easily at all, and I wasn't feeling tired at this time that's happened.

But as I sat and smoked my cigarette, I was watching the random videos, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up to my phone on the ground, and half of a cigarette that went out after I must have dropped it during this very strange blackout, as that's all I can describe it as. But the strange thing is when I awoke hours later,

around 5.45 a.m., the same video was playing at the exact point in which I last remember before the loss of time. And I didn't have my phone on repeat play or auto play. Also, I woke with a strange feeling of fear and awareness so strong. It was like I was never asleep. It was so strange and for some reason really scary to me. and I had this feeling of dread along with it. This is something that seemed so strange and eerie to me, and still is, as I've never just blacked out in my life like this,

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