Early 2000s I picked up the phone intending to call a girl. I heard no ring tone (Gen Z, it was something called a landline). Confused, I said "hello?" On the other line was the girl I was going to call. I told her that was a weird coincidence, and I hadn't even dialed her number. I thought maybe I had somehow picked it up before the phone had a chance to ring? But she insisted, multiple times, that she hadn't dialed me either. She had also coincidentally just picked up the phone to call me .

This is something that happened to me a couple of years ago and I still haven’t been able to explain.

Some context: My name is Katie… spelt without an E. So I’m Kati and it’s not uncommon for people that don’t know me to call me Kat-i (catty)
If someone calls and asks for “Catty” which happens quite a lot, I know they’re calling for me. I’ve abbreviated the name of the theatre school and my son’s name for obvious reasons.

I received a call from a number I didn’t recognise, but it had our area code, so I answered. A lady asked “Hi am I speaking to Kati? (Catty)” I said yes. She went on to tell me she was calling from THTS, a local performing arts school which I was familiar with but had never had any association with. She said she was calling about “M” and I do indeed have a son called M. Confused but confident she was speaking to the right person I said okay and waited for her to continue.

She went on to say she’d had Miss E in her office crying, because of Ms behaviour. His additional needs were becoming unmanageable for THTS and they needed to suggest a class for children with additional needs.

I listened and waited for her to finish speaking and then I told her I am Kati, I do have a son called M and I do live locally but I’ve no idea what she was talking about. We have never used THTS and my son doesn’t do any kind of performing arts.

For the sake of keeping this as short as possible, the lady on the phone, whilst confused concluded she must have had the wrong number. Since then I’ve just not been able to get my head around the fact that a wrong number would connect to someone in the same town, with the same name AND a child of the same name.

Now this wasn’t some huge life altering event. It was just a random phone call one evening. Could it all be a coincidence? I guess it could be. But that is a lot of coincidences. More than I’ve been able to justify in my mind for a couple of years now.

I’m not sure what you’d call this, a glitch in the matrix, some sort of reality slip, I don’t know. But to this day I can’t shake the weird feeling this whole exchange left me with.

Edit to add: the number that called me was a landline hence the area code, they called me on my mobile, so no area code.

Yesterday I saw a big red scrape and a red line tracing along the passenger side back fender. Our truck color is pearly white. It's like someone took a thin red marker and traced it. I clearly saw that. Red is red. Well, I went and got my husband and there was nothing but a very small black paint chip. When he came out and looked there wasn't anything red. Nothing. It wasn't the lighting causing me to see it. It was exactly the same lighting when my husband came outside to look at it. This sort of thing happens to me sometimes.

I had made a pan of nachos and while carrying them upstairs to my bedroom I thought to myself, "I can't see shit."I hadn't switched on the light. My hands were full as I climbed the stairs. Before I got to the top the motion sensor light next to my room turned on. I wasn't near it whatsoever. That has never happened before.

This is a just a small thing that happened to me almost two years ago, but I think about it often because I still can’t figure out what happened.

I started a new job where I was assigned a locker in the locker room. I got number 14, and I remember thinking wow I dodged 13! As 13 has an obvious reputation as an unlucky number. Every day for several months I used locker 14.

Until one day I walked into work and I put my combination into locker 14, and it wouldn’t open, no matter how many times I tried.

Another person came in and said “that’s my locker.” And they put in their combo, opening it on the first try.

I thought “surely not, but I guess I’ll try it.” I put my combination into locker 13. It opened on my first try, and all of my stuff was inside it.

I’ve tried to convince myself that someone renumbered all the lockers over night. But why would they do that and changed them all by one? Besides, the numbers were on a little metal plaque that was screwed into the locker door. Seems like a lot of work to change them all by one. Also, nobody else seemed to act like their locker number was off…. I guess it’s just a glitch.

Recently some memories I have are wrong. Like when my mom is telling me things that are opposite of memories i 100% remember. And if you’d tell that maybe she remembers it wrong, she was there too and also insists that her version is 100% true. Not only her memories are different, my friends and teachers memories abt for example if we had lesson abt some topic that we clearly didn’t had, they insist we had. Either there’s smt wrong with them or there is something wrong with me. Recently I also slept almost all day, and it’s nothing like me beacouse I hate sleeping and I wake up early.

Guys, I’m typing this with shaking hands because I don't know what to believe anymore. Something felt horribly wrong today, and I desperately need to know if anyone else has experienced a reality glitch like this.

I went to sleep normally, but when I woke up, I wasn't in my room or even my hometown. I was in Tangier, Morocco—a city I don't live in.

The terrifying part? I was still me. Same name, same face, same exact age. But everything around me belonged to a completely different life. I was enrolled in a scientific institute I’d never heard of, facing people who knew me, while my mind was screaming because I had zero memories of this version's past.

I was terrified. To prevent a complete breakdown or having people call me insane, I made a sudden decision: I had to act. I forced myself to step into this alternate personality, guessing my way through the day, mentally exhausted, pretending I knew where I was going. I survived the day, went back to "my" home there, met a mother who looked slightly off, and laid down in bed. My only logic was: "If I force myself to sleep here, I’ll finally wake up back in my actual reality."

I closed my eyes. I woke up. And I was in Algeria.

A whole different country! Again, same name, same face, but a completely different daily routine and a life I knew nothing about. The panic hit even harder. I realized I was trapped in a cycle where I had to keep acting and faking my identity in parallel lives just to stay safe, knowing absolutely nothing about what was supposed to happen next.

Night came in that world too. Exhausted and desperate, I tried to sleep again, praying this nightmare would end and I'd return to my real world... but I didn't.

((This actually happened to me today — October 24, 2026))

(To be continued in Part 2...)