To ask your "glitch in the matrix" moment?

I was crossing a road one day with my ex, I had a horrible vision of me being tossed in the air by a white car. It felt horrible but I didn't say anything to him about it. We went to a cafe for coffee and he told me he had a horrible vision earlier of me being hit by a white car and tossed in the air. Weird

Asked Alexa to turn the lights on this morning and she did, but she was unplugged....

Coming home from work was thinking about the poster who’d heard a voice telling him to stop at a junction just before a car came flying through. I slowed down and a big truck came flying round the corner on a blind bend taking up half of my side of the road. If I hadn’t slowed down I would have ended up in the ditch.

Once you know about the Matrix there’s no turning back 😎😎😎

[quote ToInverness]@ChargingBuck I realise the thread has moved on, but have you tried alcohol? Twice at the races I've found when I got a bit drunk I started picking winner's just by the names, no knowledge at all. I sobered up and the skill went again.[/quote]
@Tolverness, your suggestion is a beacon of common sense & sound advice.
I'll give it a go ...

I was home for Christmas from uni once and my dad was chatting to me about a short story he was reading called Dead Man's Hand, which he'd just learned was a particular hand of cards in poker. I'd never heard of it either; it was a new expression to me. That afternoon I went down to London, to the big Oxford Circus TopShop (god rest its soul). I went right down to the basement floor to browse the small weird fashion labels. Something made me pull out a particular jumper from the rack. There was only one of it. It had the words 'Dead Man's Hand' embroidered on it in huge letters, along with a picture of the playing cards.

I "lost" my phone on new years day - one minute I had it, indoors, next I didn't - it eventually turned up zipped into my overnight bag - I definitely didn't put it there, and my relatives got angry with my for thinking maybe they'd pranked me - still no clue what happened

Many years ago we were in The Golden Fleece in central York. We’d not been there long when my husband said he’d heard a woman’s voice as clear as a bell say “It’s Martha, Francis’s Martha” There was nothing more, and it was before the Internet so we couldn’t Google anything about the pub to see if Martha & Francis were previous residents & he was having some kind of psychic moment as it is reputed to be very haunted. We looked at some of the pictures on the walls to see if they’d been previous landlords but there was no mention.
A few days later I was telling my mum about it & she said “Your great grandma was born in York, let me get her details” (she is a big family history buff). My great grandma was Martha - I had no idea, born in The Shambles in York - practically opposite the Golden Fleece, and my grandma was Frances.
My husband never met my grandma, she’d passed away before I knew him and he didn’t know her name, neither of us knew Martha.
That was spooky! Where did that voice come from?

As children (young teens), my brother and I were looking through a family photo album. We came across a photo of our whole family but were laughing as in the photo, I had this really, really long neck ( think masai). My sister came in to ask what we were laughing about so we turned the pages back to show her and it had totally disappeared- we never saw it again.

I had a glass vase that had been a gift from my late mother. It was on the mantelpiece. We went out one day and came back to find the top had broken away from the heavy base. The base was still in the right place, the top was standing upright next to it. It was similar to this vase.

Years ago, I had a dream that a plane had crashed onto the village in which I lived, demolishing several houses and killing a lot of people. The dream was very vivid and I was extremely relieved when I woke up and realised it was a dream. The next day the Lockerbie bombing happened. I can still visualise the scene in my dream to this day.

The bloody cheese grater. Couldn’t find it anywhere (one of the ikea ones that catches the cheese in a pot) me and DP emptied every drawer and cupboard. Gave up and a week later bought a new one and left it on the side. Went to put it away later on and the old one was next to it on the side.

I think our brains are super powerful, more than we can possibly imagine & we can manifest our reality!! Apparently we only use about 20% or something like that, of our total brain capacity so there’s got to be more potential locked in there than we currently realise

For over 3yrs I used to volunteer on a Saturday to take an elderly lady out. She was 92 but other than sight issues she was well. One night I had a dream we were in her living room and she asked me to follow her into the next room where there was an empty coffin, and she pointed at it. When I woke I told my husband how realistic it was and couldn’t shake the bad feeling. I was on the train to work and had a call to say she had been taken into hospital, she died later that day.

I've known I was going to win things before I did.

I saw an add in the weekend paper that DFS were running an open evening with a well known architect speaking and a raffle for a free couch. I just knew if I went I'd win the couch. Got to the door, my lucky number was on the ticket I was given and we had a lovely evening. As the prizes were being called, the person who won before the couch was announced had the same Surname as me which was quite unusual and next thing out popped my ticket and I won it,

I was listening to the radio and the end of week prize we a trip to NY. Again I knew if I entered I'd win the prize. I texted and got on the show on day 2. It was 2 people head to head each day, then the daily winners went in a hat and first out won the trip. Again, I just knew it was going to be me. All week I listened and had one other I'd have liked win it if I didn't. But it was my name that came out.

I've entered and won loads of weekends away etc but these two I knew I had in the bag which was why I entered those draws.

I “dreamt” my sons, years before they were born. I clearly saw two boys, playing in a grassy front garden, one with red hair & one with brown hair. They were playing “tag.”

This came true. Both boys, exact same colourings & features as in my dream all those years ago

I had a perfume bottle with a very large glass stopper on my bedside table. One morning I dropped the stopper, heard it hit the wooden floor but it was nowhere to be seen. No cracks in the floor for it to have fallen through, no pet to have carried it elsewhere etc. Partner and I 'walked the grid' like forensic pathologists...nothing. I lived in the house for several more years and the stopper never reappeared.

@Yaya26 Had Phil died recently? Well at the time I did wonder that, but I am sure we would have been informed at work if he had died. I will have to ask someone if they know of his well-being when I am back in on Monday.

My whole life I have always lost time without explanation. Aged about 10 I used to walk home from school on my own, it was a straightforward 20 minute walk at normal speed, but at least once a month I would find it has taken me about 45 minutes or so, enough time to walk to and from school. I hadn't dawdled and could never work out how it happened. The strangest part was my mum would never act like I was late home either, it was like I was exactly on time.

At second school I used to miss whole lessons. No recollection of being in them at all. One moment it was 11am and the next it was lunchtime but in the blink of an eye. Maybe I was just an accomplished daydreamer.

Always, at least once a week, think of a random actor, film or song and then turn the TV or radio on and that person will there. On Sunday "Steve McQueen" just popped into my head and then 10 mins later turned the TV on and Steve McQueen was on in The Towering Inferno. This morning I thought of an Erasure song I haven't heard since the 90s and it came on the radio on the way to work. Always getting déjà vu as well - it really gets to me not being able to work out why I remember something that has just happened.

But the scariest thing I've ever had happen to me was just pure coincidence...arrived home at night, turned the car engine off and all the lights in the street went out in a powercut at the exact same time. Even turned the engine back on in case it had been me that did it!

Got some Pierre Cardin trainers...I was sooo thrilled with them coz I'd never had brand things and even though they're a "naff" brand to many, they meant the world to me. I'd wash them every few days and dry them by the Rayburn (Aga style range). One day I put them in the warming oven to dry and they completely disappeared. Maybe they vaporised but there was no smell/residue. Can't believe my parents did it because they had paid for them! Maybe a thief with a very specific target. Never got over it

I'd been with my first serious boyfriend for a month texting daily (early 00s so mobiles were new) then his number changed by one digit but remained saved as the same name. It was so bizarre - he denied having changed anything and I had all the old messages with the previous number (and i'd memorised it because still mostly used landlines) but he was really evasive/in denial about it...never understood that.

The night before a family holiday we went into mass panic because there were 3 passports on the table - mine, my mum's, and my brother's who wasn't coming with us. My best friend was there as she was coming with us but had her passport in her bag. Couldn't find my dad's anywhere. He even drove to the bank and shops he'd been at during the day and was looking through the bank windows to see if he'd dropped it on the floor etc. Came back and my mum started phoning the tour operator to postpone/cancel the holiday. Sitting at the table I opened the 3 passports - mine, my mum's and my dad's. All four of us were absolutely mindblown and can't explain it to this day.

We have our electric meter on the outside of our house so it's accessible for meter readers. They ask you to send readings anyway so my DH and I used to do this, one or other of us, using a special key to open it. Until one day the key wouldn't work. We both knew how the mechanism worked , casually agreeing it was a lever, ie no suggestion from either of us to influence the other. We tried everything to open it, WD40 to brute force, to no avail. It was stuck for over a year and because of lockdown I couldn't get anyone to fix it. Anyway, end of last summer I thought I'd try it again and lo and behold, it opened easily and smoothly on the first try. Not a lever but a little catch mechanism. Got DH to look at it and we were both gobsmacked. How? Honest to god, I'd have sworn on my own life it was a lever.