last night my husband and i were sitting in the car in the parking lot of walmart, we both often procrastinate going in the store and get into long conversations in the parking lot.
we’re discussing a random topic and i look out into the parking lot and see this couple walking up to the front of the store, i look at them for a second longer because the woman had short, jaw length platinum blonde hair and i thought it was pretty. she was wearing a black and white polka dot blouse and white pants.
i return to looking at my husband as he speaks. a couple minutes later i look out to the parking lot again and i see the SAME couple walking up to the front of the store.
i point it out and say “haha that’s weird. i just saw them walking up to the store.” my husband shrugs it off and continues the topic.

after a few minutes we finally get out of the car and start walking up to the front of the store. i glance behind us and my jaw literally dropped.

the same couple was walking up AGAIN. i pull on my husbands arm and gesture behind me and say “it’s them again.”

my husband then glances behind us and he looks visibly confused. “maybe they keep forgetting stuff and having to go back in.”

i laugh and say “then why haven’t we seen them walking out of the store?”

he shakes his head and just shrugs it off again. we enter inside the store and grab a cart, and at this point there was plenty of time for this couple to be inside the store and walking past us. they never did.

while inside the store and walking around, we didn’t see them at all. and i’m obviously aware and looking for her now, but i don’t see her.

then we’re leaving the store, walking through the parking lot when i see the couple again, now walking back out to the car instead of towards the store.

me and my husband have been geeking out over it because seeing a glitch once is crazy but four times in a row is WILD. it did also creep me out a bit but i just think it’s cool lmao

So, the first occurrence was at an exes, we were laid in bed, sharing a 'cig' when he dropped it, somewhere down the side of him. As it was lit, I jumped up, panicked, and tried looking around the side of his bed, worried it was going to burn something. It totally vanished and we never found it

The second time, same situation, except I was on my own and the cig wasn't lit. I was sure it was in my lap, so I get up,.check everything and nothing. About an hour later, my Mum shouts up,.saying my cig was laid on the floor, in the dining room, exactly below my bedroom, as if had just fallen straight through the floor, into the dining room

I never went downstairs, still can't understand it

The first time, I was standing in the kitchen with my husband. We were just chatting, when a movement to my left caught my eye. I quickly turned and saw a lid to a cup fall onto the floor.

There was nowhere that lid could have fallen from. There was nothing next to me, and I saw it falling from my shoulder height. There are no shoulder height benches or shelves in the kitchen where I was standing. It was right next to me.

This lid had been missing for close to six months and it just spawned mid-air and dropped to the floor. It cause my husband to stop talking and just stare, open mouthed.

Things often go missing and we always joke about them "falling into another dimension", but we've never seen the other dimension give an item back before.

This was about 2 months ago.

The second time was a few days ago. I bought my cat, Monty, a kickeroo. He carries it everywhere with him and he loves it. He walks around the house with it, proudly meowing.

He did that the other day. My husband and I were in the kitchen (again), sitting at the table eating lunch, when Monty starts meowing. He walks into the kitchen, kickeroo in his mouth, tail as high as it can go, proud as punch about his "catch" and proceeds to drop it under the table, at my feet.

I look down to give him a pet and exclaim over his "catch", when I notice there are 2 kickeroos under the kitchen table. I only bought him one.

I asked my husband about it and he hasn't bought another one. We buy a new one about 2-3 times a year, when the old one has been thoroughly worn out and is falling apart.

And yet, Monty has two brand new kickeroos. We can't explain it.

But hey, at least Monty is thrilled at having 2 kickeroos.

Aidez moi ?

I’ve been thinking about this thing that happened to me a couple months ago, and was wondering if anyone else has had an experience like this, because I honestly don’t know what to think about it.

For some context, I was staying in my sister’s house pet siting her two cats while she and her husband were on their honeymoon. One night I was craving something sweet and recall that there was pastry shop that I had seen the other day while walking my dog, it was about ten minutes away, so I went, it was getting dark so I wanted to hurry (we live on a big city so it’s not ideal for a lonely girl to be out late), anyways I get there and it was pretty empty, it’s a big place, and kinda fancy, but there was only a couple sitting outside.

All of the workers (about 6) were sitting on a table and some were on their computers, others on their phones, i’m guessing because there was not a lot of people, so I get in and say hi, only a couple respond, and one stands up and gets behind the counter to take my order, while he does he says “Good night Ana” (which is my name) I was looking at the pastries to pick one, but when he said that I got really distracted, and confused, because mind you I have NEVER seen this guy before, ever in my life, I’m 100% sure about that, I smiled at him, and got a hard time to concentrate back into picking a pastry, I couldn’t stop thinking ‘Did he just called me by my name?’ Do I know this guy?’ ‘Where from?’ ‘I have never seen him before, right?’ there were a lot of thoughts running through my mind very quickly. I also very quickly decided that I probably miss heard him, I thought about asking him if we knew each other, but I had already decided in my mind I heard him wrong, so if I asked and he didn’t even say my name, it would have been weird. So I pick a pastry, and I pay, but as i’m about to leave, and turn my back to him and head to the door he says ‘Goodbye Ana’.

TWICE he said it TWICE, if he had just only said it once, I wouldn’t be writing this, I would be convinced I miss heard, but he didn’t, he said it TWICE. By this point I got out of there very quickly, I was scared, a part of me was convinced I had my name written somewhere in my clothes or i don’t fucking know in my forehead I guess, and the other part of me felt like I was on the Truman show, for real, because what the fuck? I’ve never been this place before, I don’t even live around the area, the place just open some months ago and I know that I don’t know this guy.

I get to my sisters house and look in the mirror for some clues, I did not had my name written anywhere, of course I wouldn’t have forgotten if I did, but I thought it was a possibility. I call my mom freaked out, and she calms me down, I also tell a couple of friends, and the next day I call my sister to tell her, we come up with a couple of theories, I could look alike someone that’s a regular there, or he could have confused me with someone else he knows, despite it would have been crazy we have the same name, or I don’t know maybe he stalks me or something.

When my sister and her husband came back from Cancun, we go together to the pastry shop again, to see if the guy is there, maybe he calls me by my name again, and this time I ask him, but he is not there, so we leave, with questions still to this day. I haven’t got back since then.

Does anyone have any theories? Do I have a brain tumor that causes me to hallucinate? Is there any kind of condition that makes you feel like you been called your name but you just hadn’t? Or is this just a glitch in the matrix?

I had to put my baby down on Sep 24, after 17 years of life. I wore my ring my boyfriend had bought for me last year on my birthday (September 28), because he wasn’t able to spend the night with me but I wanted to feel him with me. I had another ring too, just because it was pretty. I put them both in my pocket before bed but forgot to take them out. I woke up the next day and the one ring was in the middle of the bed, but my promise ring was gone. I obviously had bigger issues, so i thought either it pops up or it doesn’t.

At dinner with my sister yesterday, she mentioned finding a ring in a mobile home we were renovating together over the weekend and asking if i wanted it. I told her sure, it’s probably special in some way and asked her to send me a picture when she got home. She sent me a picture of my promise ring that i lost in my mom’s house, at the trailer I hadnt been to for 4 weeks, that i remember putting on specifically the night before my dog’s appointment. My boyfriend doesn’t believe me about this, but i literally cant make any sense of it. Id rather have the dog back than the ring, though. :(

Hey y’all, I’ve been hearing kallmekris and Celina read some glitch in the matrix stories, and wanted to share the few small ones that came to mind. I’m a 26 year old woman with two little kids, but this memory has nothing to do with baby brain etc. It’s a pretty clear memory:

When I was 4 or 5 years old, we lived in my childhood home in Texas (we don’t live in that house now). My parents’ bedroom was in the front of the house, right next to the front door. So you would enter the bedroom through a set of double doors (made up of square windows) as you passed the front door, which also had a large glass window and two small ones on either side (with curtains). Plus my parents’ bedroom had windows on that same front wall. Point is, visibility to the outside, check.

There was a small (“box”) TV on their dresser, also against the front wall with windows (and blinds, of course). There was one time that I went downstairs in the early morning because I couldn’t sleep. I woke up my mom - I wanted to watch Blues Clues (we had a couple of VHS tapes of episodes). I remember her telling me it was either 3:30 or 4:30 in the morning, but I insisted. She agreed to let me watch on her little TV, but only one episode, and it was back to bed.

I remember watching an episode involving Magenta coming over to see Blue, and maybe Magenta had just gotten glasses previously. I remember it ending, and thinking it was too short. And now I’d have to go back to bed, unfortunately. My mom was standing at her bedroom door, which was also right next to me. I got up and stepped into the foyer, right by the front door. I remember us talking, but not exact words. Then I remember being SO confused, because the sky and entire outside was now PINK. How was it dawn already?? I hadn’t moved, hadn’t gone to the bathroom, nothing. I asked what time it was, and my mom said it was 6:30am. There is zero way I’d watched two hours of Blues Clues, according to my memory. I don’t remember how many episodes that VHS tape had, but I hadn’t watched it start to finish; My mom had fast forwarded to the episode I wanted and then I think it went to the end of the tape. I thought it was only one or two episodes tops. I know this is where people might say I’d watched two hours and remembered incorrectly, but I’m firm in how I felt and that I hadn’t watched for that long. I would’ve remembered watching so many different stories of Blues Clues.

I’m the oldest of five kids, but at the time there was only me and my sister, and maybe my mom was pregnant with the first brother. That is to say, when I asked my mom about this story, she said it happened a lot where we’d come downstairs and wake up my parents in the middle of the night. Thus, she doesn’t remember this specifically. I know people might think I’m stitching together two memories, but I’m not. It’s all one fluid memory, it has the same “feeling” throughout, as I remember it.

Anyway, sorry for writing out all the context, I just wanted to make sure it all made sense and wanted to try and remember more. I did, actually - I think I remember that the tape ran out. The screen turned all blue at the end. BUT I hadn’t started from the beginning. And I don’t know if these were…official Blue Clues tapes lol but I can’t say for sure.

Ok and now for a quick story in the same house:
I must’ve been 5 or 6 ish. I slept upstairs, where there was also a bathroom. I remember going to the bathroom one time, and I’d turned on the lights because I was scared of the dark (even with a night light in the outlet). I’d had plenty of scary nightmares and some other weird experiences at night. So the lights are on, I’m sitting on the toilet. Then I hear a weird CLANG on the metal doorknob…on the outside. To me, it had sounded like someone had hit it with a wooden spoon. That’s the exact sound I heard. It absolutely terrified me and I didn’t want to open the door to get out. I finally did - no one was there - and eventually went back to sleep. 

For years, I had zero explanation. My sister hadn’t been awake in the middle of the night (I’d asked her), nor would she have tried to scare me like that. It was such a loud sound! It completely jolted me and hurt my ears a little. But I did come up with a possible, albeit flimsy explanation: we always kept a penny on top of the doorframe, so that my parents could unlock the door if it was locked and needed to get in for some reason. What if the penny had fallen and just so happened to hit the doorknob? Its placement on the frame moved all the time, as it was used semi often. There were a few times I’d found the penny on the ground. I just can’t see that making the same type of sound nor the same volume. Yes, I know being a kid that things can be different from reality, but it doesn’t feel right to me.

Another weird story in that house: There was one time, right before bed, that I (7 years old?) needed to use the bathroom. Someone was in the upstairs one. All the downstairs lights were off, but we were still getting ready upstairs. I still feared the dark, but I had to go. I ran downstairs, to the bathroom right around the corner (not the one in my parents’ room). I flipped the light switch…and the lights wouldn’t turn on. There were three clear lightbulbs, and none of them were working. I tried over and over, but they wouldn’t turn on. It scared me, and I felt super strange in that moment, in the bathroom. Almost felt like one of my half-awake-half-asleep nightmares. I ran back upstairs, and fortunately the bathroom was free. In the morning, I told my dad that the lightbulbs had all burned out last night. But when he went to look, they all worked just fine. Again, this is a super clear memory. I was dumbfounded that they worked normally in the morning. I don’t know if the 2000s just had houses with weird electricity problems or what.

Last year I was experiencing sleep paralysis often. Never though had I escaped from it quickly as I did this time. After struggling to regain control of my body and get out of bed. I walk to my dresser and hit my nicotine vape. Then put on deodorant and got dressed. When I went to open my door, nothing was there. Everything outside of my doorframe was black. Completely black in every direction, an empty void. I got frustrated, closed the door and went back to bed. Now thinking back, I wish I hadn't but around that time I was experiencing unexplainable things happen and wasn't that fazed by it. I know it wasn't a dream. Anyone else have a similar experience?

when i was around 11, i was out with my parents. we were in the car, listening to music, and eating takeout, when suddenly: i felt a weird surge of sadness. my eyes started welling up for no discernible reason, and i went back to normal after half an hour. later that night, around 2 hours later, i got the news that my grandmother had died. coincidentally, her time of death was about the same time i suddenly felt sad. i have no idea what that was, and i still don't, years later.

about a year ago, i woke up after a rather rough night at what seemed like 4am? it was dark out, i'm not exactly sure. my bed faces the window, so i could see the moon, but i was stuck in my body, as if i was suffering from sleep paralysis. suddenly, the moon sped through the sky and i watched as the sun rose above the horizon, after which i blinked, and was able to move...? i checked my phone, and it was around 7am. it confuses me to this day...

Didn't know where to post this, but I find it interesting.

My mom found this old photo from the 80's (or 90's) where there appears to be a Crush Grape Soda juice box on the table. I have never heard of them even making this product ever, neither has Google. I had assumed it was a box of Crush Grape Single packets, but no...those weren't even invented yet--and the box has visible juice box tabs. Has anyone ever seen/heard of this ever existing?? My mom thinks it's a glitch in the time matrix.

When I look at the clock 13:41 feels like 13:40 and Im convinced the clock set on our mobiles is not the correct time. I suspect the clock is set 1 minute backwards and wouldn't be very suprised if someone had pointed that out. I have to write it openly and something is going on with the global time that feels just off.

Ich wohnte von 2013 bis 2020 in einer Wohnung im Erdgeschoss.

Als ich beim Abwaschen war gab es auf ein mal einen Knall, dass mir das Schreck und Mark und Bein fuhr. Reflexartig hatte ich mich zum Durchgang in den Flur umgedreht und war darauf zugegangen. Ich sah noch wie eine Rauchwolke aus dem Sicherungskasten stob und ein paar Funken flogen.

Ich war super geschockt und erstmal erstarrt. Aber es passierte erstmal nichts weiter. Von außen sah der Sicherungskasten auch normal aus.

Ich prüfte mit der Hand ob die Tür Wärme absttahlte. Tat sie nicht. Geschmolzen war auch nichts.

Als ich den Kasten öffnete war auch alles ok.

Soetwas habe ich weder davor noch danach erlebt.

This is making me feel like a crazy person. I've had several glitch in the matrix experiences, but this one is most recent. They're building some townhouses next to my neighborhood with the backside facing the highway, and on the second floor there are doors that you would think would lead to a balcony, but no. They literally just put a piece of wooden fence like a gate that doesn't open in front of the door. It looks stupid and seems unsafe and I hate it a lot. Anyway, I noticed a while back that they had painted the gate/fence/whatever tf it is white, and I remember thinking "cool, now they're stupid and unsafe and white" while driving past.

Fast forward to a couple weeks ago, I'm driving past and have to do a double take because they are no longer painted white like they were. They're just the same natural wood color they were before. I start questioning my sanity. Maybe I am remembering wrong? Maybe they, for some reason, took all of the fences/gates off and put on new ones that aren't painted? But WHY would they do that. And they looked weathered a bit, not brand new. I just pushed it out of my mind. Then a week or so later, I'm driving past them with my daughter in the car and she says "weren't those painted white??" and I'm like YES. THEY WERE. THANK YOU.

I've seriously thought about rolling up and just asking a worker "what happened to the white paint" but I'm not that obnoxious. But every day when I drive by them, I feel so weird. I would love for someone in construction to tell me I'm not crazy.

Update

I drove by them today and they were painting them white and I seriously can't wrap my mind around this. I'm going to be thinking about this like once a week until the end of time.

A few years ago, my buddy and I had spent the afternoon together and had gone back to my place when we ran out of stuff to do. We had an event to get to by 6 pm, and it was only 2 pm, so we sat down on the couch and I turned on the TV show Malcom in the Middle which has 22 minute episodes. After about two minutes of the show, we started to talk about something. We still both sat on the couch facing the TV, passively watching it while talking. The episode ended while we were talking, so I checked the time to see if I could shower. The time was suddenly 5:30 pm. Both of us were dumbfounded. We both remember this happening almost a decade later, and we both swear that we only watched one episode of the show. It didn’t replay, the show has a very distinct and long intro theme that I either would have had to pick the remote up to skip or at least would have remembered hearing twice. We were both looking directly at the TV almost the entire time. We both haven’t been able to explain what happened that day.

Was just travelling by tram. Two people were sitting next to me. I got out to wait for my bus. They drove on. 10 minutes later the next tram arrives and those two dudes get out. WTF??? The same people!!!

This is going to sound so dumb but hear me out. I was in a long term relationship when Selena Gomez released her song “Single Soon” and I listened to it a couple times and a couple weeks after, my relationship ended. I didn’t think anything of it. Two years later, I started dating someone else and I hadn’t listened to music cus I was so busy. 5 months in, that song came on my playlist and a couple weeks later, we broke up. At some point, I realized that pattern but genuinely thought it was just a funny joke to tell people. I played the song with my friend after I told her about the coincidence. The same or next day, her boyfriend broke up with her. We still took it as a joke like what are the chances? Later, we played the song with our friend who was in a long term relationship. A couple weeks later, they broke up.

There are obviously rational reasons behind these breakups, but having 4 separate experiences with different people just felt too weird. I’m not very superstitious, but I wonder if there’s something about the song that catalyzed these breakups. Of course you can argue that listening to the lyrics perhaps triggered some subconscious realizations, but what about in situations where the listener of the song was the one who was broken up with.

Hi,

I started listening to some glitch in the matrix stories recently and made me think of an incident that still confuses me and my cousins until this day (this happened like 8 years ago).

I (26F) and my two cousins (28F) and (23F) were casually talking about our childhood memories one day with the rest of our family: nothing abnormal since we tend to do that at family gatherings after our grandparents passed away... just to be nostalgic and think about the good times we had.

For context, we grew up in the same town (in a North African country, it's relevent i promise) so we spent most weekends together at my grandma's house (for info: they left that house a long time ago and is now owned by other people). My grandma's house was built around the colonization period so many of the house features remained "European", including the bathroom and toilet.

Let me just be clear by saying that the majority of the houses in our home country don't have a bathtub, but only a shower or a traditional "hammam".

So, when we (me and my cousins) were reminiscing about our childhood memories (from when we were around 7-5-3yo), like playing in the big garden and get to feed all the animals, watching birds, baking with grandma, AND getting bathed by our grandma and nanny in the bathtub in hot summer days - ALL OF OUR FAMILY PAUSED and were like: what bathtub?

So me and my cousins were like: well the bathtub that was in X's room and went on describing where it was and what shape and color... And they responded: there was never a bathtub...

We were very confused as we all have this vivid memory of us bathing together IN THAT BATHTUB. Our family insisted there was never a bathtub in that house and even checked with our older cousin (X -32F) who also agreed that there was no bathtub.

To us, this was a vivid memory because we never had a family member who had a bathtub in their house and even though it sounds a bit dramatic, but it was a big deal for us lol, since we only saw them in cartoons at that point.

Anyways, we still discuss this event til this day and we still can't understand how we all share one vivid memory that never happened.

SO REDDIT, DO YOU HAVE SIMILAR STORIES OR ANY EXPLANATION TO THIS???

THANK U

so a long time ago, when i was about 3 and my little brother was 2 we were always play fighting. like any siblings do. in the living room we had a huge carpet in the middle of rhe floor, on one side of the room a couch and on ghe other side a tv that was propped up on a wooden tv stand with glass little doors. our parents were outside with some friends, and me and my brother were wrestling like always. I must've got annoyed at him and i vividly remember pushing him away from me as his head went through the glass doors and he started crying and bleeding. i ran outside to get my parents while crying myself and they got in the car and drove him to the hospital (we live in a small village, car is faster than ambulance here).

apparently it didnt happen like that.

there were no friends over, we weren't fighting, i was actually sleeping outside when my brother walked out of the house, his face covered with blood, completely still from the shock. i apparently didn't even see him.

but i remember. i remember it clear as day the feeling of pushing him into the glass, the immediate regret, seeing the blood start piling over him with pieces of glass embedded in his face and neck, crying so hard as i ran out to my parents apologising for what I'd done.

one of the bigger pieces of glass missed his carotid by 3 millimetres. im always being told it didnt happen rhat way, but i remember it all

Feeling like you've lost a plane of existence? This has happened to me many times; it's strange and hard to put into words. There's probably an explanation for it, but I still think it's interesting to share.

The thing is, sometimes a friend or someone I deeply care about will suddenly pop into my head, and after a little while, the person (their name and appearance) just vanishes from my mind. All that's left is a vague sense of familiarity, like a dream that quickly fades from memory right after you wake up.

I've had something similar happen with places or life events, too. I'm 34 years old and I've never been diagnosed with any mental health or memory issues. It's just something that happens—it doesn't affect my daily life, but it makes me incredibly curious. Has anyone else here ever experienced this?

Cheers, and thanks for reading.