To ask your "glitch in the matrix" moment?

@disconnected101 - no, definitely not - he was a happy, family man. He was actually killed in the Clapham train crash in 1988.

I used to volunteer at a charity, one day a new person started working there. As soon as he walked through the door something in my head just went ‘oh there he is’, we hadn’t spoken, barely even had a chance to look at him. It took us 2 years to actually get to go on a date but (🤞) it’s all good now.

I've had quite a few 'small world' coincidences happen to me, but this one's the oddest, considering the scale of the place.
When l was young l went out with my best friend's older brother, who was a musician, and ended up very well known a few years later. At the time he lived about 150 miles from my home town, but l stayed with his sister a lot at their parents house.
Recently l got talking to a guy on FB on a page for my old grammar school. I vaguely remembered his name, but he wasn't in my year at school, he was a couple of years older than me.
We started talking via private message, and after a few weeks he mentioned that he was a fan of the guy l'd gone out with when l was young (l hadn't known this guy from school back then), and 'he lived next door to my best friend in XXX town in the States, and l met him several times! He helped my friend's daughter set their band up.'
If it had been in our home town, l wouldn't have thought much of it, it's not a huge place. But to be next door, in the same town, in the same very small district, in a country as vast as the States....

For example about 10 times I have been walking out of the bathroom at night and feeling cold drops on my inside lower leg, as if it's pee, but my jammies are dry. It was always the same place I feel the cold water. Another time I was feeding my ducks and walked past their water, (they're very messy with water) and felt my shoe fill up with cold water as if I stepped in a puddle. I looked down and the ground was dry as was my shoe.

Both times in was my right leg/foot, inside part. I did some research and I think not might have something to do with my spinal issues.

I lost my Grandmother during my first pregnancy. I was devastated, I wanted to tell her I was pregnant but she slipped away without me being able to. My daughter who I was pregnant with at the time was born on her birthday.

So this was years before DH and I were married, in fact we were not even living togther at this stage. I had a really vivid dream that he crashed his motorbike and died. I can still even see the face of the policeman who knoced at the door in my dream. I woke up and I was actually crying. It was about 5 am and I was so shook and scared about the dream that I rang my DH ( boyfriend at the time) He literally answered on the 2nd ring from the back of an ambulance. He had been on his way to work at 5 am and had been hit by a car going at full speed who had broken a red light. She literally dragged him a good bit down the road with her car. He still has to get injections in his shoulder to this day from his injuries. and I tell this story to everyone who will listen :)

On my way to my first day at a new job. Realised I got on the train and it did not stop at my station. Panic Phone call to DH and said the only way I’ll make it on time is if this train breaks down this second as we were approaching the station I needed. Train juddered to a halt as I said it. Announcement saying we all had to get off as there was a fault on the train. People around me looking at me like I was a witch. Not a glitch but very weird moment. I made it in time to the job and was very happy there for five years

rear even.

Putting things in the wash that never come out again.

There is a link to another universe at the read of my washing machine.

@theshadeofgreen she remembered it. My dad was out there too and he would mention it now and again but they seemed to be happy enough to accept it was a police helicopter as did the rest of our neighbours.
They are long gone so I can’t ask but it does sometimes play on my mind, especially in light of the released videos last year from The Pentagon. At that time police helicopters were not common so I suppose they did not have a reference point to compare.
When I said it covered half the street, it was easily longer than 10 semi-detached houses. It was spinning on a horizontal axis. The light had woken the street up - it was incredibly bright but not blinding. I was honestly petrified and still cannot believe they were all standing watching it for so long while I hunkered down in my bedroom ready for Armageddon . My mum said it just disappeared … just like that.
In hindsight, I wish I had stayed out longer.

When I was a child, we had a black cat called Hecate. I didn't know it at the time, but her name (given by my myth-loving dad) was the name of the Greek goddess of witchcraft.
Anyway, Hecate was pregnant and when she started delivering her kittens, under my brother's bed, I lay there watching them being born. It was an amazing experience, but something really weird happened.There was a walking stick lying under my brother's bed that had been carved by someone in my dad's family long before (and passed along the generations). I remember it suddenly started moving, completely of its own accord, rolling back and forth under the bed for a minute or two. Nothing was touching it, it was as if there was a strange energy in Hecate's orbit that was making it move.

Lost my dog's ball in a field. Hunted and hunted for it in long grass. Couldn't find it. Last ditch silliness, hugged a tree, shut my eyes and asked for help finding it. It was the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.

I have a few of these.

Once my sister came home from school and said she’d been talking to her friend and suddenly blurted out, “my Nan died”, and her friend was shocked and asker her about it and my sister replied “no she didn’t die, I don’t know why I said that” and they both thought it was weird. That evening the phone rang and it was my nan’s sister saying she’d died, they were on holiday together so it was completely out of the blue.

Another one was I used to stay at a friends house and always slept in the spare room and they thought it was an odd room as things disappeared and moved in there. I always slept really heavily there and found it difficult to get up in the morning. Anyway, one day we were eating lunch and my friend’s mum had put washing on the line and my friend mentioned it as she wanted to wear one of the tops later. We all absent-mindedly looked out the window at the washing and then carried on with our lunch. Started clearing the plates and friend’s mum suddenly said “the washings gone!” And it had! Thought it had fallen off the line or something but there was no sign of it anywhere in the garden? Their house was at the back of a shop that kept a lot of money on the premises so they had high walls and a security gate. Plus we’d all been sitting eating in a room that overlooked the garden so would have noticed someone stealing it.

Few hours later it reappeared back on the line but it was soaking wet, like someone had stuck it in a bucket, completely dripping!

@DedalusBloom - those behaviour characteristics are often reported in 'men in black' encounters.

When we were kids, Sunday night was always bath night (quite a palaver in a house with 6 kids and only a back boiler to heat water) and I loved it because we'd get a cup of hot chocolate after as a treat and my mum would always change the bed sheets as well and we'd get put to bed in lovely fresh clean white linen sheets (it was ye olden days of sheets, blankets and eiderdowns), long before duvets.

I remember laying back on the pillow and waking up a moment later and it was morning. I was in the same position, the bedding wasn't ruffled up at all, the pillows were still all plumped up, with only one small dent where my head had been.

Obviously I'd fallen into such a deep sleep I'd barely moved and been there for hours, but the feeling of closing my eyes, leaning back on the pillow and then sitting up straight away and opening them was like a split second. It really did feel like magic.

@Aroundtheworldin80moves

When I was very small, maybe 4 or 5, I remember being too excited to sleep on Christmas Eve. I was so wide awake I started to worry that Santa wouldn’t come. For some reason I told myself if I looked away, counted to ten and then looked back, that Santa would have been. I turned to face the wall, still with my eyes open, and counted to ten. When I turned back there was a perfect pile of presents in the middle of the floor.
I must have fallen asleep in the middle of counting and then woken up and kept counting without noticing. My mum says I was fast asleep. But at the time it felt absolutely magical. I know it was my overexcited and tired brain but I treasure that memory, because at that moment Santa and magic were absolutely REAL and proven.

Another one I just remembered.

A few years ago me, DH & DD went on holiday for 17 nights. We stayed in a hotel for the first 3 nights, then moved on to the 'main' holiday for the remaining 2 weeks.

A few weeks ago we were all talking about that holiday, reminiscing about the fun things we had done. My husband said he remembers the room & pool at the first hotel, but has absolutely no recollection of going to sleep or waking up there. As he said it, I started thinking & was exactly the same. I could remember what the room looked like & we have photos of the pool etc, but I literally couldn't even remember getting dressed in the room, using the bathroom, nothing! Then DD's face suddenly just froze & she said she also couldn't remember a thing. It was so weird. No matter how much I try, I literally cannot picture anything that we did in that room. I don't remember unpacking any clothes, having a shower, making the bed, not even any american TV that we would have put on while getting ready for a day out. Its so bizarre, because we can remember everything else about the holiday.

@DameDoom does your mom recall this? Oooh I'm intrigued!!!

A colleague of mine used to work in one of the old long-stay hospitals near us. He did a lot of night-duty, and he used to be on the oldest ward in the hospital, right at the side of the building. He said that at precisely 11:50 pm the light on the lift at the end of ward would go green, and the numbers change as the lift came up. Then the doors would slide open and he'd find himself staring into the empty space. This happened every night for the full five years he was in post at that place.

He must have balls of steel

When I was a child I was always collecting bits and pieces. Things like shells, driftwood, old birds nests. One day in a park I found an old gnarled bit of branch and took it home. I also liked to do crafty type things. So I decided to peel off the bark from the branch with a view to putting some varnish or paint on it. I peeled away the thick bark to reveal four numbers imprinted in black ink in the wood of the branch.It was over fifty years ago I still wonder how those numbers got there.