To ask your "glitch in the matrix" moment?

There is a neurological phenomenon called Global Transient Amnesia which is a rare form of migraine. The brain suffers a short "power-cut" and completely shuts down for a nano second but in that time all new memory cells are obliterated. The result is that you may remember what happened the day before but all new memories from the day you are in are gone forever. You don't have any new memories until the brain has repaired itself and new memory cells are up and recording! It can be triggered by stress and exhaustion.

I always used to think I was maybe a bit psychic. I would have a feeling my phone would ring.. it would ring. I would be on my way to work and think ‘ oh what would happen if so and so didn’t turn up today’ I’d get to work and this would of happened. A couple of years ago I also had a miscarriage I was waiting for my letter for my 12 week scan and it was roughly around the time my nana had died the previous year I just had in my head If this letter comes and the date is the day she died then it’s not meant to be. Sure enough my scan date was the day she died and I sadly lost the baby the following week just before my scan was booked. I feel like it was her way of not wanting me to turn up for my scan all excited to find out that way. I also can describe family members and family members homes down to little details that I visited when I was only months old as baby. I also used to get hushed sounds of peoples voices in my head is the only way I can describe it I could never work out what they were saying but I know I always felt scared when it happened My mum always says I’m slightly odd 😂

In the ‘70’s, my family watched from our garden as an airliner was being escorted back to Heathrow by four fighter jets. From memory, this was at the time of troubles in Palestine. Never found anything out about it in the papers or on the news and it was pre-internet, but I’ve looked online recently and can’t find anything there, either! The whole family saw it though!

DD and I once set off on a 25 minute drive (one we do regularly so I know exactly how long it takes) and half way there I checked the time and it was only 5 minutes after we left home.

My DM and I were doing some family history research and were trying to find details of a court case involving my great grandmother in the 1930s. We were in a reference library surrounded by books about court proceedings and I said “We’ll never find this” I picked a random book off the shelf, and opened it, and right there was the court case we were looking for.

My Nan was killed in a car accident on the way home from holiday when I was 4. The day they left for holiday she broke her pearl beaded necklace..12 years later and the day of my grandads funeral.. as my mum and auntie were coming down the stairs a pearl bead pinged out and bounced down the stairs in front of them.. my auntie swears to this day it was my Nan comforting her.

When my DD was 2 she got an imaginary friend! She told me his name was Casper.....She would talk about him almost every day. She said he would come and play with her in her room when she had gone to bed. He seemed a friendly friend and it helped her go to bed and to sleep so I just went along with it. She said he liked her toys. Anyway when she was 3 we were given some videos and amongst them were 2 videos of...Caspar the friendly ghost! Thats my friend she exclaimed! Well that was strange enough....
When she was around 4 years old....she told me Casper had left and would no longer be around. Shortly after that I went in thw loft to clear out some old stuff that had been left in loft in teachests by previous owners.
I opened one teachest and found a load of toys......same kind of toys that my DD had where she owned a fire engine there was a fire engine very similar and a building tower. A book about a duck etc....
At the bottom of the teachest was a blowup version of ....Caspar the friendly ghost!

I went to an Internet cafe to do some coursework pre iPhones/iPads as we didn’t have a PC at home. I paid my 50p, sat down ready to log into my email only to find when opening the browser, I was already logged into my yahoo mail

When I was in school, I forgot an important assignment at home one day. Mid day a friend handed me my assignment saying my dad had dropped it over. I found it weird that he would come all the way to school and not see me. Thought he was mad with me. Anyways, he swore he didn't come to school and the assignment was still at home ( too).

I came home to find my washing machine in the middle of my kitchen. It hadn't been switch on at the plug....odd.

Ha, to clarify - we moved both glasses to a different part of the room after the first night but hadn't touched them otherwise - hence two different backgrounds. But I'm still fascinated by and wary of the remaining one, which has sat innocently and non-explodingly in my cupboard for ten years

I love this thread! The one that I've never been able to explain - ten or so years ago I went on the showboat in Nashville during a road trip with my parents. We got big souvenir glasses and I insisted on keeping them as they're my favourite colour.

We put them on the desk in the hotel room when we got back and went to sleep. The next morning, a perfect circle had popped off the top of just one of them.

The morning after that, the base of the same glass shattered. None of us had touched it at any point.

I still have the one that didn't break or shatter, and hopefully pics have attached of the weird one. The best explanation we could come up with was a flaw in the second glass, but while I'm quite woo, my parents are absolutely the most practical people ever, and all three of us were a bit spooked!

When I was about 13, I was helping my mom get a section of new motel rooms ready to rent. We all carried walkie-talkies (before cell phones) to keep in touch with the office. It was about 7Pm, and just dark. I went down to that level, and filled a cart with supplies and came out. I looked out over the water, and saw this THING handing in the sky, and heard this weird THRUMMING sound. I ran back in the storage closet, and yelled over the walkie-talkie for my Dad. Now, as I recall it, he was there about as soon as you'd expect a father to arrive after hearing his daughter screaming "something is out there!" In other words, minutes, and not many of them. He didn't see a thing, and took me home. It took me YEARS before I relized that I got home just after 11PM, and I have no idea what happened to those four hours. None.

I LOVE this thread

Basically this means the sample material would be burned in an electrode, the excitation source would transform the sample from its initial state into atoms which would be photographed onto a glass plate as spectral lines. There would be a row of black lines on a clear glass background and I would read these lines to determine the various elements in the sample. (Mining samples)

There would be various people who would do the sample burning for me. It was a simple job. A person would just attach the electrode filled with the sample and flip the switch and let it rip. One woman would get weird results on the plates she burned. The lines would be very faint, but still readable. I found out she had worked in various other departments and - long story short she was seriously affecting all the equipment.

Years before some engineers there had tried to figure out what it was about her that was causing this. They even tried to ground her. Nothing worked. She ended up just doing sample prep and burning samples, and as I said, the lines were fainter but still readable. If someone else sat there and did her job, with her out of the room, the lines would be black - as they should have been instead of grey.

I have loads of weird shit that has happened to me
Years ago I was driving quite slowly down a very narrow road More of an alley way between 2 very high buildings with no real pavements.
Suddenly from no where a blonde girl skipped out into the path of my car and I slammed on my brakes but I heard the thud and thought I must have hit her except there wasn’t anyone there.
I was so shaken up that I drove to the end of the road where it opened up on to a main road at 1mph.
If I had been going at the slow speed that i was driving between the 2 buildings before I “saw” the little blonde girl I would have definitely hit the little blonde girl who skipped out into the road in front of my car.
As I was only going at 1mph I was able to stop the car without hitting her. I can still remember her mothers scream as it looked a certainty that i was about to kill her young daughter as no one would ever be driving at that speed along any road

Not sure if this counts but it’s very odd. I have two very vivid memories from when I was one year old. The weird thing is that I remember both the situations as if I were an observer, not me. So I “saw” myself and the people around me. There are no pictures or recordings of either of those situations, yet I “remember” every single detail. It took me years to speak to my family members who were present at those events to confirm that what I remember is correct.
To clarify, it wasn’t anything traumatic, just family stuff.

One of my most recent ones which I've just thought of:

We were getting ready to leave the house on a night out- DP, myself and houseguests all in the kitchen putting on coats etc.

Suddenly there was a huge crash above us. So we all went upstairs and scoured the house a bit but could see nothing obviously out of place, so we shrugged it off and went out.

When we got home I went into our bedroom and went around the far side of the bed for something. We have a 1930s tiled fireplace with a fake metal log burning stove heater if you know what I mean that sits back against it with it's two feet a few inches back from the edge of the bottom plinth. The whole thing had tipped forward with its feet over the edge so it was leaning at an angle and the bits and Bob's that we had on the top - ornaments and what not, instead of sliding off forwards, were all some distance away to the right hand side on the floor.

Now we do have a cat. She's very tiny and quite nervy, and when the bang happened she was on the landing and not the least bit perturbed. If she had even had the strength to lever the fire away from the fireplace, there's no way she wouldn't have been scatting out like a mad thing. If she had been on top of the fire, she would have had to get behind several large objects to get leverage, and they would have fallen off frontwards, not a couple of feet off to the side.

In addition, I looked into our bedroom when we were looking for the source of the noise, but nothing looked out of place, and the fireplace is clearly visible from where I was looking.

It is most odd.

We had just completed a major renovation project on our house and at the time we had very little furniture

Dh and I were sat on the sofa in the living room. There was only the sofa, a tv unit and the tv in the living room. There was wooden flooring laid so no gaps in flooring for things to get lost.

Dh put his phone on the arm of the sofa and went to make us coffees.

I noticed the telephone on the arm of the sofa when Dh was in the kitchen.

When Dh returned the phone had disappeared. We looked everywhere. Hand down the side of the new sofa feeling every single orifice it could be. Even up turned the sofa and picked it up and moved it around the room. Phoned the phone but just couldn’t find the it anywhere.

Years later I came downstairs and on a rug in the living room was dhs lost phone.
The weird thing was not only had the phone just suddenly appeared after being lost for years but it was still charged.

25 odd years ago, pregnant with twin dds. Had ordered a takeaway. Went out to get it at about 7.45 reckoning time to get there and parking less than ten minutes. Grabbed it and went home, knew where I was going (had lived theee for years), turned left to go in a circle back to the house and found myself on an estate with a school that I’d never seen been my life and have never found again. Got home to find Dh freaking out because I’d been gone over an hour, the food was still hot. I have no idea what happened that evening.