To ask your "glitch in the matrix" moment?

[bloomingheck1]

Hello,

I had a glitch in the matrix last night whilst dying my hair, I took the nozzle off the bottle and put it on the sink and then I mixed the dye etc and when I went to get the nozzle it was gone, I moved everything off the sink, looked on the floor but it was gone so I managed without and then once the hair dye was on I found the nozzle on the sink on top of something I'd moved and I swear it wasn't there before! Not a major event but it was a bit weird.

Do you have any glitch in the matrix stories? (Basically unexplained events)

20 years ago I was addicted to heroin, and life was really bad. I was woken from sleep by the Belinda Carlise song "leave a light on", playing in my head. Not a song I like or anything.

About a year ago I was doing pilates with an old TOTP on in the TV in the background. "Leave a light on" came on and I was struck at how different things are now. It felt like my present self had tried to communicate to my past self that things would get better.

By strange coincidence, BC has battled with substance addiction herself.

Carl Jung always said there are no coincidences, just synchronicity

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@GeidiPrimes

20 years ago I was addicted to heroin, and life was really bad. I was woken from sleep by the Belinda Carlise song "leave a light on", playing in my head. Not a song I like or anything.

About a year ago I was doing pilates with an old TOTP on in the TV in the background. "Leave a light on" came on and I was struck at how different things are now. It felt like my present self had tried to communicate to my past self that things would get better.

By strange coincidence, BC has battled with substance addiction herself.

Carl Jung always said there are no coincidences, just synchronicity

I love this

@Twolostsoulsswimminginafishbow

DB’s best friend died aged eighteen. Over the next couple of years my brother would regularly take my dog (they adored each other) for a walk often visiting his friend’s grave. Tragically, DB died suddenly two years after his friend. A few weeks later I visited the cemetery. It’s one you can drive into and I had my dog in the car. I’d never taken him there before. DB is buried around a hundred metres from his friend but to get to DB’s grave you need to park near his friend’s grave. As I opened the door my dog bolted from my car, in that moment I remember thinking he’d go to DB’s friend’s grave. He’d been there many times. He ran straight for my brother’s grave (there are hundreds) and lay down on it whimpering. It’s twenty years ago now but making me emotional just thinking about it.

dogs never cease to amaze me

Very weird one but when I was about 11 I was picked up in a purple taxi one day, the only time I had ever come across a purple car. Then on occassions I started having really strong feelings that I would see the purple taxi and shortly afterwards it would drive past me! I was walking home from school and said to my friend one day a purple taxi is going to come round that corner...and it did!! She wrote it off as coincidental but it happened so many times!

I think ones like this:

*When I was in my 20s, I travelled to New Orleans alone. I caught a bus to a tourist attraction in a woodland area. It started to get dark much faster than I had expected and I was really lost. I then noticed a man was following me. The faster I ran the faster he started to follow. I had now idea where I was and have always had a terrible sense of direction. I exited the woods and somehow ended up at the exact spot where the bus I needed was sitting and about to leave. The next bus wasn't for another 90 mins.

To this day I have no idea how I found the bus. The timing was just impeccable and I think saved my life. Not a normal glitch in the matrix story I know but one I always think of*

and this:

I drove for 45 mins in windy countryside in a borrowed car following another colleagues car to an isolated house (owned by an American colleagues parents). There was a party. I didnt want to stay...so left after an hour or so. I'd only been in US for a few weeks.
Next thing I know I'm back at my own accommodation. No recollection of driving home or how I found my way. It was rural United states and pitch black 3am (stupid hey!). Literally no memory at all. (No drink/drugs etc). Freaky or good luck?

show how we're hard-wired for survival

When I was about 8 or 9 I had a favorite purse & was given £2 from a family friend for Easter. I put it safely in my drawer to keep for next time I was going to the shop with my mum.

In the space of a week I kept finding little purses with £2 in them, all among my toys & always £2. By the end of the week I had £8! They were kids purses so definitely not my mum's.

More recently, we moved house a few years ago. We packed everything in boxes & labelled them according to room. I had a small basket from my dressing table that had things like my makeup, hairbrush, deodorant etc that I used every morning so obviously wanted to keep out until the last minute. So the morning of the move I got up, got ready then put the little basket in the last open box left, which was labelled spare bedroom & sealed the box closed with packing tape. The next morning in our new home I went to look for the basket & it wasn't in the box (which was still sealed). I searched EVERYWHERE & husband even helped me. In the end I had resigned to the fact that it was gone, lightheartedly saying a ghost must have taken it. I bought all new makeup, brush etc. About a year later my husband was in the garage looking for something, he opened a door on an ikea unit we have got in the garage & the basket was in there!

@LCSFM

Very weird one but when I was about 11 I was picked up in a purple taxi one day, the only time I had ever come across a purple car. Then on occassions I started having really strong feelings that I would see the purple taxi and shortly afterwards it would drive past me! I was walking home from school and said to my friend one day a purple taxi is going to come round that corner...and it did!! She wrote it off as coincidental but it happened so many times!

You didn't go to school in Baku, Azerbaijan by any chance did you?

A lot of the taxis are purple there!

My son was about 6 months and sat in the middle of the room playing with a little toy spider (about the size of an adult fist, so not tiny) I looked away for a second and then it was gone. Literally nowhere for it to have gone, I was so confused. Didn’t see it after that. Then about 6 months later he was sat playing in a corner with a few toys I’d put out for him and I see him playing with this toy spider! It definitely hadn’t been with the toys I’d put out for him and he wasn’t crawling at that point so he couldn’t have got it from anywhere. So strange.

Several years ago my husband and I went camping near Chichester. Just down the road was a lovely old pub and at the end of each day, we would go there for dinner.

On about our third evening we went in and the place was packed with famous faces. Danny Devito was sitting up at the bar. Marilyn Monroe was chatting to Audrey Hepburn and Anthony Perkins (Psycho) who was serving drinks behind the bar with Bet Lynch, and multiple other 'faces' were in and around the pub.

This sounds like a super intense mdma induced hallucination

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.

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

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

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.

@AutumnAlmanack

Some years ago, my parents had a family friend who used to come and do jobs around the house for us. He was always very friendly, stopped for a beer, etc. One evening, he was about to leave and came up to me and shook my hand (which he never normally did) and said 'Well, goodbye, Autumn'. I knew instantly I would never see him again. He was killed in a train crash the following week.

suicide?

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.

@Aroundtheworldin80moves

@The3rdWatermelon

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.

I have something similar to this.

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.

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

@ElegantlyTouched

The other day I was near my toddler dd and saw her throw something then felt drops of liquid land on my foot. Sounds reasonable except there was no liquid near her, I had shoes and socks on and my shoes were dry, with nothing in the area to account for the feeling. It was v strange..

I often feel like a part of my foot is wet. It’s called altered sensation and it’s due to a spinal cord injury and nerve damage.

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!

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.

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.