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)

DS was reading out some pop quiz questions (it’s a game we have).

Just as he starts to read a question, the band who are the answer to his question, start playing on the radio. They’re not even a recent group. It was really weird.

I took my brother to the new sweetie shop that had opened a few streets away, told him about the sweets I got the week before and how fat the shop keep was (I must of only been about 6 or 7 so forgive me), we looked for it but it just wasn’t there, he said I must of dreamed it but I’m certain I didn’t.

sarahbop it was very odd, have no idea who the elderly couple were. They were in a maroon colour small boxy car, like a Reliant Robin but with 4 wheels instead of 3.

blueshoes I wish it were a simple case of the vehicle was in the blind spot except I’m ridiculously obsessive about checking mirrors (I’m not a quick glance and change lanes, I’m a check, check and check again for about a minute before I’m going to change lanes then I obsessively do it all again before moving over 😂). Deffo no vehicles at all behind me, nothing in the blind spot, road oddly 100% clear.

To the PP who has "lost" a whole year of memories: I have the same, friends would remind me of holidays we went on, parties we went to etc etc. I have always assumed it was the incredibly high dose of Prozac I was on at that time! My memory has always been brilliant apart from this one year (2009 - what was your year?).

@StopStartStop

I used to 'see' things. As a young woman, I saw myself with a child who was my daughter, but her hair was a different colour from mine, so I assumed I would be adopting. No, when she came along years later she had that hair. I 'saw' her washing up- a boy younger than her, tall with long blond hair, standing behind her with his arms around her waist - he loved her very much. He turned up too, tall, blond, loving and six months younger.

I used to be able to find things by calling to them and holding out my hand, which would then draw me towards whatever I was looking for. I told someone about this and he said 'Not all gifts are from God.' I shouldn't have believed him, it was such a useful gift! Also I later connected it with my dad being a dowser - he's never made a big thing of it but men he worked with did. Same thing.

I did out of body stuff daily from birth? until a bad 'trip' in my thirties. An unpleasant o-o-b not anything drug-related.

Hi, would love to hear more about your OBE's if you don't mind. Specially why/how you had a bad trip? Thanks.

The year I turned 43, my mum tuned 73, I was born in 1973 and she was born in 1943.

This isn’t spooky though, that works for all age gaps if they’re in the same century.

For example, I was born in 1978 and my Mum in 1948. When I turn 48 she will be 78.

If my Mum were born in 1912 and me in 1932, I’d be 12 when she was 32.

If I was born in 1999 and my Mum in 1963 when I was 63 she’d be 99.

@PrincessPaws

I swear the sideboard in our hallway is a portal to another realm. Stuff gets put there and disappears within seconds

I love this @PrincessPaws.

It's like the Magic Faraway Tree of the furniture world.

Be great if some stuff appeared too.

Maybe the great make up bag full of Bobbi Brown the pixies nicked from another poster earlier....

I certainly think the world has more aspects to it than we ordinarily experience. I'm pretty sure time isn't linear for starters. Just a hunch I can't give you the physics on that one

To quote the bard:

''And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.''

@TwittleBee

I love your magic coat. However the change happened to appear...

I will also bear that in mind if ever the opportunity to give someone a little unexpected 'pocket money'.

Its so great to be rummaging in a bag or pocket and suddenly feel the shape of a pound coin as a surprise.

Did you ever read a Dick King Smith story called The Queen's Nose?

There was also a book called Flossy Teacake's Fur coat (she puts it on and transforms temporarily into a grown woman - handy for concert trips and other adventures). No wonder I think coins and coats are a bit magical. Too much time reading as a child....

@Jewel1968

I saw a documentary about coincidence once. One story has stuck with me. A tradesman (let's call him John) worked for a small company (it may have been his own company). He worked in lots of different towns in his area doing whatever he did. I think he was a carpenter. Anyway one day he was walking down a street in a town where he had a job and there was a phonebox. The phone started to ring as he passed it and for some reason he decided to answer. Anyway it was Doris (name made up) from his office. Doris dealt with accounts. She had some query or other. John stopped Doris and said 'why are you phoning me on this number'. Doris was insistent she had dialled his mobile. John could not persuade her that it was in fact a random phone box on a high Street. Eventually Doris said - ah I actually dialled the payroll number.

That happened to someone I know.

Go back to the early 80s. In our village we had a small petrol station. Everyone local had a tab there and you’d pull up (on the road, no forecourt) and the owner would come out at fill the car up and you’d go in the office to sign the tab. This means that the owner knew everyone.
Friend, who was known in the village for his fancy car, pulled up and the garage owner was filling the car up. The garage phone rang and was answered by someone. The caller asked to speak to Mr L. Puzzled looks but they passed the phone to my friend Mr L__ who is in the office to sign the tab.
It was someone from his office who had pulled up his details, called the correct area code but had then put in the six digit payroll number, which was the number of the garage.

I thought I paid for my scan shop even got the lady to check thought I'd paid but completely blanked and walked out of the shop. Only realised when I checked my bank and went back. Security guard was so lovely. I still couldn't recall what I did.

I did that coat thing to a friend once, I was staying with my friend who at the time was a fairly hard up single mum. I couldn't drive or get myself anywhere so I couldn't do any shopping for her and she kept paying for things and wouldn't accept money back, so in the end I left a few coins and notes lying around her house. She is really forgetful and disorganised (like me) so she would 100% have assumed that it was her money she had left lying around randomly, but I hope it turned up at a useful time!

@Lottiethelemming

In my second year of uni, I moved into a privately rented flat with a friend.

Her boyfriend was a drug dealer who the police were searching for and he stayed over most nights. This bit sounds dodgy but they used to listen to the same evil song on repeat. It really scared me.

One night, as I was sleeping, I felt my body rise from the ground as I was sleeping (I didn't have a bed at the time).

I heard loads of angry voices but I felt completely at peace floating above the floor. Slowly, the voices disappeared and I was lowered back down.

When I woke up the next day, I found out my friend and her boyfriend had been arrested on drug charges. There had been a raid on our flat. Doors broken, flat tipped upside down apart from my room, no lock.

I honestly believe I was 'kept safe' by the Lord. I moved out that day and took my friends fish who went on to live with my nan.

I can't explain it at all. I know it happened.

Friend and her drug dealer boyfriend had been storing huge amounts of cannabis in our flat. I assumed the smell came from our neighbours.

I read the police report, it said it was a 2 bedroom flat and only 2 occupants were present.

What was evil about the song? Do you know what song it was?

@Catra

My grandfather was born in 1919, my mum in 1949 and me in 1979.

When DM was 19, GF was 49. When I was 19, GF would have been 79. When I turn 49, DM will be 79.

I too was born in 1979, my mum in 1949, and my grandfather in 1919. What's more, we were all born in the same month, 1 day apart from each other!

Coincidentally enough, DH, his dad and (now deceased) grandfather were born in 1919, 1949 and 1979. They were each born on the same date but in different months.

I turned the key in the lock as quietly as I could, and sat down on the bed staring at the door handle. The footsteps stopped directly outside my door.

This is so unnerving, @dontsaythj. Did anything else of that nature happen while you were at university? Were you aware of someone with malignant intent toward you?

I went on holiday abroad in the nineties. Was walking down a street one day and saw my exact double walking on the opposite side of the road.

When in labour with dd I had an out of body experience and floated to the ceiling watching my self giving birth. (This could have been the pethadine)

[quote KisstheTeapot14]@TwittleBee

I love your magic coat. However the change happened to appear...

I will also bear that in mind if ever the opportunity to give someone a little unexpected 'pocket money'.

Its so great to be rummaging in a bag or pocket and suddenly feel the shape of a pound coin as a surprise.

Did you ever read a Dick King Smith story called The Queen's Nose?

There was also a book called Flossy Teacake's Fur coat (she puts it on and transforms temporarily into a grown woman - handy for concert trips and other adventures). No wonder I think coins and coats are a bit magical. Too much time reading as a child....[/quote]
Both EXCELLENT books!

I often have dreams that make no sense at all and they later come true. I struggle to remember full details now but I had one about where I would now. I remember waking up and saying to my partner it's so weird, I dreamt that I was sitting looking at x view out of the window at work while someone told me y thing, but I wasn't at work (as in, when I dreamt it I didn't work there) and I have no idea who the person was. But the weird thing is I don't recognise it at all until the exact scenario plays out and I remember then dream. It's kind of like deja vu, except I remember actually having the dream about it.

I have had this several times. You experience a situation and it feels like to have dreamt this exact scene and living it now, so the situation, people, place and feeling feels already familiar as if you recognise it from a dream. Is there a neurological explanation for this? Would you say this is the same as deja vu?

When I met my husband, I knew we were meant to be together. I know it sounds very sweeping and romantic, but it wasn't like that. The very first moment I saw him we locked eyes and I knew, with as much certainty that I know my own name, that he belonged in my life and I in his and this was definitely part of the design. Not even necessarily in a romantic way, but like he was what I had been waiting for and I knew I was waiting for it. Of course, when I spoke to him and got to know him, I loved him madly and I still do, but if your life is a book you write, I knew as soon as I locked eyes with him that all my future chapters were going to have his name in them.

That's a past-life alliance, with recognition. I have one but once again, we haven't managed to work it out.

Years ago I was driving back from a holiday with extended family. A 5 hour drive, just me and my 5 year old ds. I had stopped for breaks, but was tired. About an hour from home on the M1 there was suddenly a massive noise just like someone pounding on the roof of the car. So loud. It was dark. My son screamed " Oh no. This is where I die!!". I pulled onto the hard shoulder and got out and pulled my son out and away from the car. I sat a minute cuddling him and about to ring AA thinking maybe I'd had a blow out . But for some strange reason I checked all the tyres then started the engine again. It all seemed normal so I decided we should get back in and carry on home. I know nothing about cars but just was thinking we are better getting going. Everything was fine for the rest of the journey and we got home with no problem and
The car was normal for years. Looking back I cant believe I got back in a car that for all I knew was unsafe on the motorway in the dark on my own with a young son, especially after what he said but I had firmly decided it was best to keep moving.
I sometimes wonder if I was falling asleep at the wheel and the banging woke me up, or if we had stayed on the hard shoulder something bad might have happened, or even in my darkest thoughts we died in an alternate reality.
Its sounds stupid (and irresponsible) written down but its played on my mind for the past 20 years

@73kittycat73
OoBEs. As far back as I can remember (pre second birthday) I would leave my body at night (as soon as I was alone in bed) and float about elsewhere. I could watch things happening. I didn't know other people weren't doing it. It was so much part of my life I didn't question it. I know that between 1980 and 1984 I spent some part of most evenings floating over the town hall square in Rochdale - watching people go in and out of the Flying Horse pub etc. That's the 'Overin' donkey to people in Rochdale. I had no real purpose in my OoBEs, it was just where I needed to be. Later I found out my mum also was out of body a lot. She spent years over the rainforest and said it was extremely boring! My bad trip - I studied theology as a mature student, and this topic came up in conversation. People were quite upset by it. Very shortly afterwards, perhaps the same night, when I started to drift out of my body, I didn't go at a normal pace, I went at breakneck speed. I travelled to Douglas Isle of Man and scraped against the brickwork of the house I had there. I went to a lot of places from my childhood, not necessarily places I liked. All far too fast. I was scared. I was relieved to get home safely and haven't done it again. Perhaps I'm blocking it.

I wasn't dreaming, by the way. Dreams are quite different. I was good at lucid dreaming when younger. More recently I explained how to do that go my dgd, and she is skilled at it now.

Dgd also remembered events from past lives when she was a toddler, but doesn't now.

Someone upthread mentioned electrical devices - they die when they see me. I had to put my television in the yard to stop it coming on at full volume in the night -no plug, no aerial.

My mum, like a lot of other people, had dreams predicting the Aberfan tragedy.

@StarsAreWishes. Have you considered the possibility that you might be a vampire? ;)

Oh and dd had a psychic friend who said I was 'surrounded by dead people', and from my earliest days and even now, some people have said I am a witch. I'm not.

Oh wow StopStartStop, thank you for sharing that. It does sound quite scary. I don't know if I'd try again in your shoes either. I don't know why your fellow students got upset? That was a bit weird of them.

@joinedatlast i think you did the right thing, reckon you were drifting off and something woke you up and scared you enough to stop you. The gatting out, checking the car etc would all ensure you were fully awake. Didn't need to phone AA because there wasn't ever anything wrong so your subconscious knew it was safe

What will I do when this thread is full ? Will there be a glitch in the matrix II?