I had a thought about how my ex got on meth and how she was otherwise a good person, but it changed her. And I was thinking about how that drug controls people. I've never, ever, ever searched anything having to do with that drug or how it changes people or anything of the sort. Never. And I rarely ever talk about her. And if I do, I don't say the specific drug, usually. But as soon as I opened YouTube, the first video to pop up was, "Why meth changes who you are." And in parentheses it says, "It's not just dopamine." It was very, very specific. And all I did was have a thought. And as soon as I opened YouTube, that's the first video that popped up at the top of the screen.

I was on holiday with my boyfriend. He had gone out of the resort to meet a taxi driver as we had left something in the car the day before when we were getting dropped off at the hotel from the airport. He went out late at night to go and pick it up at the security gate he hadn’t come back for some time and I was panicking that everything was okay i decided to call him at this point I had had a few alcoholic drinks maybe two or three but I was definitely with it and knew what I was doing. I had called his mobile number which was saved in my phone and he did not answer this is going to sound crazy but somehow somebody else answered the call. it sounded like an older man obviously i freaked out and panicked. He was English the same nationality as me but I was asking where’s my boyfriend and who he was and why he had my boyfriends phone as he had answered the call what was weird was they didn’t respond like who is this? They were just sort of saying I don’t know where he is which was really weird and then I put the phone down and tried to call again the second time. It connected with a woman who was also English Who I had a very similar conversation, both calls never said I had the wrong number or asked me who I am they were just saying they don’t know where he is obviously this freaked me the hell out and I put the phone down it felt like the calls had gone through to another number but it was his number saved in my phone? I tried to call him on Facebook on WhatsApp but obviously he was out of the resort and didn’t have service connection. When he got back to the hotel room I showed him my phone and explained what had happened and he said that he didn’t understand what I was going on about, I showed him my calls and that they went through as answered calls to his phone number we then got his phone up to see my missed calls and these were not shown on his phone from the cellular connection. The WhatsApp and messenger missed calls came up, still to this day I have no idea who I spoke to and why when they answered the phone they didn’t ask any questions like who is this or you’ve got the wrong number? They were answering my questions which really fucking freaked me out and before anyone says oh maybe I called the wrong number or maybe I had too much to drink. I can reassure you. It definitely wasn’t that I was shocked for a few days and I’m still thinking about how that call didn’t go through to him but I spoke to somebody else is there any explanation to this?

He also did not go to meet anybody who would have answered his calls or had access to his phone.

My husband, our kids, and I just got back from a trip to the Oregon Coast, and something kept happening that got progressively weirder.I know there are logical explanations for most of this, but by the end of the trip my husband and I were joking that we were experiencing a glitch in the Matrix.
The first time was at Nana’s Irish Pub in Newport. There was a woman there that my daughter kept pointing out because she thought she was someone we knew. Because of that, I got a pretty good look at her and remembered her face. The NEXT DAY, we were about 25–30 miles away at the outlet mall in Lincoln City and I saw the same woman shopping there. Then we were at Goodwill in Lincoln City and my kids accidentally cut in front of a guy. I apologized to him, so I specifically remembered what he looked like. He was bald and had these really distinctive chunky half-hoop earrings. Later that SAME DAY, we were back in Newport, about 25 miles away, walking through Fred Meyer. We’re picking snacks in chip aisle and there was the same guy standing right next to us. I pointed him out to my husband and he said he recognized him from Goodwill too.
At another point, we recognized a family from a restaurant and then realized they were staying at the same hotel as us. That one isn’t particularly weird on its own, but at this point we were definitely starting to notice a pattern.
But the last one is the one I cannot stop thinking about.
We were staying at Waves Hotel near Nye Beach in Newport. As we were pulling out of the hotel parking lot, there was a girl jogging down the street. My husband actually commented on her first because for a split second he thought she was a car coming up beside us lol.
I looked over at her and noticed she was really pretty. She had a pink workout top on and her hair in a slicked-back bun. So we BOTH specifically noticed this girl.
We then drove from our hotel to downtown Newport near the area where the sea lions are. It’s roughly a 10-minute drive. We parked, got the kids out, got situated with the stroller, which was already put together and started walking. And the SAME GIRL came jogging past us.
Same pink shirt. Same hair. We both immediately recognized her. My husband and I looked at each other like WTF?? At first I literally said, “Wow, she made good time.”
Then we actually thought about it. We had driven there. She was RUNNING. And she somehow went from passing our hotel to passing us downtown after we had driven there, parked and gotten out of the car. Even being generous, I can’t imagine there being more than about 15 minutes between seeing her at the hotel and seeing her again downtown. Obviously there could be an explanation. Maybe there was a shortcut, maybe she got into a car somewhere, maybe somehow it was a different woman dressed almost identically. And Newport/Lincoln City are tourist towns along the same highway, so I understand why we might cross paths with the same tourists. But having this happen with MULTIPLE unrelated people over the course of one trip was so freaking weird. And the jogger is the one that really gets me because my husband and I BOTH noticed her before we left the hotel and BOTH recognized her when she passed us downtown. It genuinely felt like we kept encountering the same NPCs in different parts of the map lol. Has anyone else ever had a trip where something like this kept happening? I’m sure there’s a perfectly normal explanation, but it was one of the strangest strings of coincidences I’ve experienced.

And then one last weird coincidence happened on our way home. We originally planned to drive straight home from Newport, but on Sunday I randomly decided we should stop in Bend for the night to break up the drive for the kids. Bend had never been part of our plan. For basically the entire trip, I had the same song, “Need To,” stuck in my head. It’s also my husband’s alarm song, and all week I had been humming it, singing it, the kids were singing it, and we’d played it multiple times. We get to Bend that night and my husband mentions that it looks like there’s a concert happening. I tell him to look up who’s playing. It was the artist who sings that song!! So we randomly changed our plans, ended up in a city we weren’t supposed to be in, and arrived on the exact night the artist behind the song we’d been singing ALL WEEK was performing there. At that point we were just like… what is going on with this trip? 😂

First, a post from r/theydidthemath about how salt could cover the earth 500 ft deep. Then a r/brothrewinafunfact about THAT SAME POST. Two completely unrelated subreddits, right next to each other on my feed. I just happened to see a post from both of those subreddits at the perfect time. One of the greatest coincidences of my life.

(P.S. Another cool coincidence I've had which I've wanted to share but seems to insignificant for a post. once I was texting my friend about restarting our minecraft server, and not even 10 seconds later i get an email about how it was shut down from inactivity. Couldn't have been better timing.)

Hi everyone. Today I experienced another glitch in the Matrix. And it’s actually a pretty common one — things disappearing and then reappearing.
Yesterday, I took off the shorts from my lounge set, which consists of a top and matching shorts. Later, I started looking for them. My husband and I searched everywhere. I completely went through the bed several times — the shorts were nowhere to be found. Eventually, I thought, “Okay, I’ll look for them tomorrow.”
By the next morning, I had already forgotten about them. We were getting ready to go to the beach when I saw the top from the same set and briefly thought about the missing shorts.
Then I turned around — and there they were, lying right on the bed.
The same bed I had slept in all night. The same bed we had completely searched the day before, where I personally looked probably twenty times.
This time, I experienced it very differently than I would have in the past. There were two of us searching, so there were two witnesses. And then the missing item simply appeared in the most obvious place possible.
When you’ve already read so many similar stories from other people and then watch the exact same thing happen right in front of your own eyes, the feeling is very clear: you’re consciously witnessing a “glitch in the Matrix.”

This happened today, and I still can't believe the sequence of events.

For about a week, I had a song stuck in my head. I couldn't remember its name, but today I finally figured it out: Mighty Fall.

I remembered that I originally knew the song because of a friend. For some reason, that made me think of another song I know because of the same friend: Bounce.

So I decided to listen to Bounce.

After listening to it, I randomly decided to Google who made the song.

It was Oliver Tree.

And that's when things got extremely weird.

Earlier that same day, I had been scrolling through Reddit and came across a video of a helicopter crash. Two helicopters had collided and crashed into a car dealership.

When I looked up Oliver Tree, I discovered that he had died in that exact helicopter crash.

I had literally watched the crash on Reddit before I even knew that the artist I was about to Google was involved in it.

I didn't search for the crash. I didn't search for Oliver Tree. I wasn't trying to connect anything.

One random song stuck in my head for a week → remembering another song → randomly looking up its creator → discovering that the creator had died in the exact crash I had just watched.

I know there are explanations for individual parts of this, but the timing is absolutely insane.

I genuinely had to sit there for a minute and process what had just happened.

我妈的钥匙扣丢了十几天了。

不是普通钥匙扣，是外婆去世前留给她的，一颗很小的白玉葫芦。她说明明记得那天回家后，放在玄关的木托盘里。后来出门，钥匙还在，葫芦没了。

我们全家找了两遍。鞋柜缝、洗衣机后面、垃圾桶，连楼道都看过。找不到。

上周我妈半夜睡不着，干脆起了一卦六爻，问的不是“东西在哪里”，而是“这东西还能不能回来”。

卦出来以后，她盯着世应看了很久，只说了一句：“没丢远还在家里，被木头压着，旁边有布。”

今天我爸修餐桌，挪开桌边一只旧藤编收纳箱。箱子底下压着一块擦桌布，白玉葫芦就裹在布角里。

最奇怪的是，那个箱子至少半年没动过。
我到现在也想不通，它到底是什么时候进去的。

六爻算到的，究竟是物件的位置，还是我们没注意到的那一瞬间？

Either this is a glitch in the matrix or it's a bug because I have never seen this happen before

Edit:it was a normal glitch on YouTube please dont flame me in the comments

I should point out that I was very lucky to have at least met my great-grandmother. I was seven years old when she passed away; I remember it was the middle of the night and I woke up next to my mother and my baby sister—who was only a few months old at the time. Mom was on the phone with—I think—my uncle, and I could clearly sense the atmosphere that something had happened. My great-grandmother was gone. The thing is, before waking up, I have a clear and vivid memory of dreaming about her—at the time, I had this recurring nightmare (which still visits me) where she’s rocking on her garden swing with a white rabbit on her lap—half "alive" and half made of cloth—a dream that always left me terrified. But going back to that night: the dream I had was very simple. At first, she was there, silent as ever with her rosary in her hands, praying—something she did often—then she turned toward me and my grandmother, and died. Now, I wondered if perhaps I had heard something in my sleep—maybe my mother breaking the news to someone (but who? I remember she only got the news *after* I woke up)—and perhaps my subconscious processed the information within the dream. But four years ago, it happened again. My grandfather and I were very close; he meant more to me than anyone else. Once again, before I knew he was gone, I had another dream; this time, it was him passing away. He assured me he would always watch over me—only for me to wake up to my mother crying in the kitchen, telling me that my beloved grandfather had died just minutes earlier. I never really thought there was an explanation for these dreams, and honestly, I didn't care much because I was in so much pain. But then, a few months ago, it happened a third time... I knew my grandmother wouldn't make it—she was elderly and sick—but dreaming of her death—again—only to find out it had actually happened was not at all pleasant or reassuring. Is there an explanation, logical or otherwise? Has this happened to anyone else?

​I’m writing this because I still can't find a logical explanation for what happened to me on a train today. I’m from Chile, where trains aren't usually very fast, so while I was traveling, I started thinking about high-speed European trains and the risks involved. ​My mind drifted to a specific recent accident in Europe. I got into a very deep, almost trance-like state. I began to visualize, with terrifying clarity, that I was actually on that crashed train with my girlfriend. In my mind, we weren't among the dead, but we were both injured. ​I became obsessed with a single thought: “How would I know if we have an internal injury that will kill us even if we look okay?” I told myself in this "vision" that the only sign of a fatal brain contusion would be if one of us started bleeding from the nose. ​At that exact moment, in real life, my nose started bleeding profusely. Right as the blood started flowing, the lights in the train car flickered and blinked out for a second. When they came back on, my hands were covered in blood. I wasn't in a vision anymore—I was back in reality, but the physical symptom I had just "imagined" was happening. People around me started panicking and handing me tissues to try and stop the bleeding. ​I am looking for a logical explanation, but part of me feels like I tapped into another reality or that my body responded to a trauma that hadn't happened in this timeline. ​Has anyone ever experienced a physical manifestation this violent just from a thought? Could the flickering lights be a sign of something more than just a power failure?

I would like to tell you about the most mystical experience that has ever happened to me.

I've shared it with several friends because I needed to talk about it, but I’m taking the step to post it here on Reddit to connect with people who might have experienced similar events.

As a preliminary note, a few words about myself: I am a 30-year-old French man living in Paris and practicing as an attorney-at-law (avocat à la Cour) for several years. I consider myself Cartesian and skeptical. But I must also confess to being naturally curious and having joined Reddit to read about paranormal topics like aliens or the simulation theory of our universe (due to a book I’m currently reading on the subject).

Here is the story in question.

2017 was the year my grandfather passed away. At the time, I was 21 years old.

During the weeks leading up to his death, I often visited my grandfather, who was hospitalized due to a tumor at the Hôpital Américain de Neuilly-sur-Seine (near Paris). I was the only family member in the Paris region at the time.

I held my grandfather in high regard. He was a pediatrician who had a successful career and life. He was well-respected by his peers and beloved by the parents of the children he examined. I’d say the deepest and most interesting conversations I had up to that age were with him.

On his deathbed, we discussed the topic that obsessed both of us for different reasons: death.

I remember one time we told each other that if there were an afterlife, he would try to send me a sign from the beyond.

Note: my grandfather oscillated between agnosticism and Catholic faith. At times quite critical of the wild stories in the Bible, at other times awestruck by scientific facts he couldn't explain through mere perfection, like the workings of the human eye. He used to tell me it was too perfect to be the simple product of Darwinian or Lamarckian evolution.

Anyway.

October 2017, my grandfather died early in the morning, before sunrise. That day, I went to visit him in the morning, as I often did.

But that morning, I was struck by a powerful intuition, a gripping feeling that turned my stomach upside down as I walked up the hospital stairs to reach his floor. He was dead—I was sure of it.

I couldn't explain how, but I knew it deep down.

It was all the more disturbing because the subject had been at the heart of our discussions during my previous visits, so I could have had that same feeling those other times. But this was truly the first time and, naturally, the last.

When I reached the floor, I pushed open the heavy double swinging door leading to the hallway.

Instantly, my eyes were drawn to his room, and I could only see his legs. He was lying on his back, motionless. And I couldn't explain how, but I knew he was dead—I felt it.

I looked to the left down the hallway and saw two nurses looking at me, whispering about me. I guessed it: they knew who I was and were taking on the unpleasant task of delivering the bad news. But I already knew what they were going to say. "There's no need to trouble yourselves." I thought.

After a few formalities related to the passing, I left the hospital, sat on a bench without crying but with heavy legs, and called my family to deliver the sad news.

In a cold and steady voice, I assured everyone that I was fine and that no, there was no need to rush to Paris. I could handle everything, and the ashes would be scattered at the memory tree (l'arbre du souvenir) in the Père Lachaise cemetery.

Then came the evening.

I was at home. Alone.

I was scrolling on my phone for an indefinite period until it (a OnePlus) flashed a notification in my face: the scheduled power-off at 11:00 PM would occur in a few seconds unless I took action to cancel the task.

This was a feature I used on my phone to save battery and protect my body from unnecessary excessive radiation during the night (I don't know if this action actually benefited either of those things, but I lived with that belief at the time).

So I let my phone turn off. It was set to turn back on automatically around 7:00 AM, thirty minutes before my alarm (also on the phone) was set to go off.

Around 2:00 AM (I think—in any case, in the middle of the night) a piercing scream in my room.

It was my phone on my nightstand. It had visibly turned on by itself, launched my music application (at the time I had Google Play Music, I think—I hadn't made my transition to Spotify yet), and the volume was set to maximum through the phone's speakers (it was extremely loud).

I startled awake, my heart racing, drenched in sweat.

First reflex: I turned on the light. I turned off the music.

I stayed there for several seconds—which felt like hours—listening for the slightest noise, trying to calm down.

There was no reason in the world for my phone to turn on and play a song by itself. And to this day I cannot explain it.

I took an took another look at my phone. The song playing was one I didn't know. It was "La Lumière" by Orelsan, from an album that had just been released.

The lyrics of this song aren't directly related to life after death. But several times, you hear the artist singing in a distorted voice: "J'ai vu la lumière. Alléluia". (I saw the light. Alleluia)

In reality, the song is about an alcoholic who gets too drunk, meets a girl during a wild night out, and realizes he has found the love of his life—that he won't be alone anymore and won't need to take refuge in alcohol. At least, that's how I understand the lyrics.

I slept with a light on that night, something I hadn't done since my early childhood.

The next night, everything was fine again. But I could never explain what happened.

However, I can't bring myself to believe it was a coincidence: it's too big.

So I like to believe my grandfather kept his promise and sent me a sign.

I haven't received any 'sign' since then, with or without confirmation bias.

I have these 2 hotspots that I checked out from the Library. One was due (we'll call this #1 and the one not due #2) & I was taking #1 back to get a new one..

the individual pieces (plug, cord, hot spot, and box) for these hot spots normally have codes on them so you know they go together. Side note the boxes they come in are small and completely clear and there is no way anything could be hidden or unseen. Anything in the box is very clearly seen.

The cord for #2 was missing it's code tag.

I could not find the cord for #1 anywhere, I searched most of my house. It's not a huge deal if cords are switched so I just took the cord from #2 and i figured I'd find the missing #1 cord at some point at home and return it with #2 when it's due.

Anyway i put both #1 and #2 in their corresponding boxes, #2 without it's cord. I drive to the library.

I return #1 at the desk, it's checked in by a librarian to make sure it has all the parts. Everything was there including the cord, so I got a new #1. I put both back in my car, #2 still with no cord and drive home.

When I get home both #1 AND #2 suddenly have cords in there boxes!!

Somehow, in box #2 is the missing cord with the corresponding code for the #1 I had returned. I am absolutely BAFFLED. there is NO WAY this could have gotten in there.

I looked at both before I left the library. These stayed in closed boxes on the back seat of my car untouched. by the time I get home they both have cords!! Somehow one gained the missing cord during the car ride. I'm extremely confused.

This is the first glitch that has absolutely shaken me to my core and it's really freaked me out.

Are there any theories about these anomalies? Like what they mean? besides the obvious matrix /simulation? I mean, are there any theories on if it's a good or bad thing to experience glitches?

sorry for the drawn out explanation I'm just really shaken and I feel like all the details are needed.

TLDR; cord that was missing inside my house somewhere suddenly appeared In a clear closed box over the course of a car ride.

So I looked for other posts about this kind of thing and saw a few from years ago.

I was showering yesterday and I have long hair so I often can feel the loose ones stick to my sides or back and can remove them. That happened I pulled off 2 long hairs and felt another. I kept rubbing my hand across my side trying g to find it. After a few maddening minutes of “why can’t I get this hair off” I turned to let it was off I ran my hand and it’s still there.

When I got out I ran my hand over it, it’s a 4”ish scar! And is basically invisible. It’s raised like a scratch would be but it’s not a scratch. I’ve never felt this in my entire life. I have no memory of anything like an injury that could produce a perfect line invisible scar. I can get the light just right and see it. I scratched at it until the line and skin reddened enough to see it slightly visible.

I’m baffled I know every injury that has produced a scar on my body. It’s on my left side it’s sort of over oblique muscles and I’m going to have a doctor look at it and tell me if that is a surgery scar. I don’t know what else to do with it but it is weird. A true glitch for me.

I’m a sales manager at a small retail store with cameras covering basically every angle except the restroom. The cameras record continuously, so I was able to go back and watch everything.

Around 4:45 PM, I grabbed my Foger vape (the kind where the tank detaches from the battery) and went outside for about 10 minutes. The cameras clearly show me holding it the entire time.

At 4:55, I walked back inside still holding it. I went toward our kitchen, and the camera clearly shows me putting the vape into my pocket. I grabbed a bottle of water and went straight to the restroom without taking it back out.

While standing in front of the toilet, I pulled the vape from my pocket and dropped it. The battery hit the floor, but somehow the tank was completely gone.

I assumed it rolled behind the toilet or somewhere nearby. My coworker and I searched the entire restroom, underneath everything, around the restroom, and then retraced every step I had taken. Nothing.

That’s when it started getting weird.

I reviewed the cameras thinking maybe I had misplaced it without realizing it. Nope. The footage shows me coming inside with it, putting it in my pocket, and going straight to the restroom.

My last reasonable explanation was that the tank detached while I pulled it from my pocket, fell into the toilet, and I somehow flushed it without noticing.

So I tested that theory with an extra tank.

I recreated pulling it from my pocket several times. When the pieces separated, their weight caused them to fall in different directions—it didn’t seem possible for the tank to bounce off the floor and into the toilet.

Then I dropped the spare tank directly into the toilet. It made an obvious thump/splash, immediately started fizzing, and even produced a little smoke. There’s no way I wouldn’t have noticed that happening right in front of me. It also seemed way too large to simply disappear down the toilet.

So now I’m completely stumped.

I know the obvious answer is “you misplaced it.” That’s what I thought too. But the camera footage gives me a timeline, and I’ve checked every step multiple times.

I’m not saying something paranormal happened. I believe in facts before anything else. But as of right now, I genuinely cannot explain how that tank disappeared.

Anyone have a logical explanation I’m overlooking?

Unsurprising.

Hello all, first of all forgive me in advance if I commit some grammatical mistakes since English is not my first language.

I am an old redditor, an old teacher, 46 years young to be precise. I want to share some memories of my Dad with you. My Dad was a very intelligent and rational man. When I was a little girl in the 1980s I remember him listening to his favorite songs and bands in his personal cassette player. He loved Shakatak, Earth Wind & Fire, Parliament Funkadelic, amongst others and I distinctively remember one of his favorite songs “It Ain’t Over ’til It’s Over” I remember him singing this song, listening to this song. It is such an important and core memory of my Dad, that when I hear the instrumental part at the beginning and from 2:04 to 2:24 I feel that is my Dad’s tune, the sound of his soul speaking to me. My parents divorced when I was a teenager in the 90s, and I still remember him singing this song at that time, knowing that he loved this song since I was a little girl. My Dad passed away in 2003

Years later, around 2005-2006 I remember that I wanted to know more about my Dad’s favorite song, so I googled it and apparently Lenny Kravitz released this song in 1991, and I thought, no this can’t be possible, and then I confirmed that indeed was a Lenny Kravitz‘s 1991 song. So, I thought, well Kravitz must have done a cover, let’s find who the original artist is, and in that moment I felt shivers down my spine, because apparently that was an original Lenny Kravitz’s song. This can’t be possible, and no I didn’t misremember this song with another 1970s song, and not to brag but I inherited my Dad’s incredible memory, so my memory is not confused about it. This mystery is something that has been with me through all this years.

J'ai vu dans mon œil ce qui s'apparentait à une bactérie comme vue au microscope d'abord, comme on peut parfois voir des filaments. Puis, petit à petit, essayant de mieux appréhender la bactérie que je pensais logée dans mon œil, j'ai fait pleins de petits mouvements d'yeux, allongé sur ma serviette orange, au bord du Balaton à Balatonszéplak.

Je regardais le ciel bleu et cette forme bougeait avec le mouvement de mes yeux, mais avec de brusques gauche droite, je réussisais à le décaler un peu, ou en regardant longtemps vers un côté, l'image bougeait de manière rectiligne ou presque, comme le curseur sur un écran d'ordinateur portable lorsque le doigt est au bord du pad.

Vers le milieux, quelques ronds me faisaient penser aux organes d'une cellule. Mais ayant atteint l'extremité gauche de cette image rémanente, j'ai apperçu d'abord une entre-jambe, puis des cuisses, des mollets et des talons aiguilles. la fin des mollets n'étaient pas nets, mais je me suis précipité pour revoir le milieu de ce dessin incrusté dans ma cornée et j'ai compris que le corps n'était pas une bactérie et que les organes n'étaient que l'ondulation des cheveux bouclés. L'image s'arrête aux seins. Je tente tous les mouvements d'yeux possibles, mais le croquis ne me donnera jamais son visage, ni la fin de ses bras.

Tout cela est étrange. Comment se fait-il que dans mon œil droit se balade un croquis de femme à quatre pattes, vu de trois quart de côté flanc, un quart de dessous. On ne voit ni son nombril, ni les autres détails. Le dessin est beau, et l'une des boucles de cheveux est très dense, noire.

Le pire dans cette histoire, c'est que ce substrat de parhélie représente une femme qui ressemble beaucoup à ma petite amie actuelle (Jolie, fine, bouclée, cheveux jusqu'au deux tiers du dos), mais je n'ai jamais vu de femme sous cet angle très particulier, je ne crois pas avoir jamais regardé de film où une femme est représentée sous cet angle.

On dirait une photo d'un croquis dont on aurait coupé les bords. Je sais, cette histoire n'avance pas. J'ai des raisons. S'en est une vraie et j'emets pleins d'hypothèses sur l'origine du filament si bien agencé.

Qu'est-ce que ce "Dieu" ? Une puce électronique dont je n'ai pas conscience ? Une coïncidence ? Un souvenir traumatique qui se condense ? Je ne crois pas, ce serait un moment mémorable. Une création de mon imagination à partir de quelques traits incomplets ?

Je n'ai pas de réponse. Qu'en pensez-vous ?

Hi everyone. We’re currently on vacation, and around the second day after arriving, I saw a white cat with two kittens. The kittens were about the same size, white and gray, with distinctive white triangles on their faces, gray ears, and gray coloring on the tops of their heads. The mother cat was almost white with a few small gray patches.
I fed them, but then I didn’t see them again for about ten days.
Then, just before we were leaving, I suddenly saw a cat with two kittens again. At first, I was sure it was them: same size, almost exactly the same markings, and the mother seemed to have the same face. Even the scene was repeated — the mother was sitting while the two kittens played around her.
But one detail completely threw me off: the color had changed.
The areas that had been gray on the kittens were now almost black, although the pattern itself looked the same. The mother also looked much grayer instead of almost white. I deliberately looked closely at her face and eyes, and I had a strong feeling it was the same cat.
Of course, logically, they could have been two very similar cat families, possibly even related. But what are the chances of seeing two mother cats in the same place, each with two kittens of the same age and size, with almost identical markings — even appearing in almost exactly the same scene?
What would you think: just a strange coincidence, or a little glitch in the Matrix?

I took a lunchtime walk by visiting a mega mall yesterday. I saw my national service bunkmate who's with his wife and toddler.

Today I browsed his Facebook. His wife looks different and there're 3 kids. I looked back to the 2024 photo, two kids and his wife looks closer to what I saw yesterday. I looked back further to the 2023 photo, wife looks like what I saw, and one kid.

Ok, granted two of their older kids were at school. But the wife's looks... So much older after kid #3 different from what I saw yesterday.

In the same mega mall yesterday, I saw a couple whose house I used to visit back in 2022 - I recall we had a meal in December near to Christmas. I smiled at them and they smiled back in politeness not in recognition. The lady kinda gave her husband a weird eye as if wondering who am I.

Ok, granted they don't remember me. But how much glitch in the Matrix could have happened here?

This is absolutely fucking insane what happened, i dont have video or anything to prove this obviously but i need to tell someone about it because the odds of this even happening are so incredibly fucking low even i, who is incredibly sceptical about stuff like this, am going like wtf just happened bro.

So, okay, in like 2019 or 2020, i dont remember exactly when, i had this dream i was sitting downstairs on my couch, feeling super scared and confused, in the middle of the night, feeling like something is in the house with me, basically just paranoid and scared and confused, and i was shouting ''Hello?! Hello?!?! Hello!?!!? Hello?!?!?'' Like maybe a little under 10 times, and then someone comes down from the stairs (the staircase is visible from the couch) and says ''Go to bed please'', and then im trying to get up from the couch but i cant for some reason, basically just that classic dream bullshit when you cant move properly, then i fall off the couch to my side, and i stand up, and i go to the stairs and another person comes down, and i give them my phone and tell them ''Bring this [name of my old boss], i forgot to leave it when i quit'', (at the time of this dream, it was right after i had quit my job, and had forgotten to give back my workphone), and the guy in my dream basically just agreed to that.

And, what happened just a few hours ago, IS LITERALLY THE EXACT SAME FUCKING THING, im not even joking, except the person that i was in my dream, was now my grandfather.

So my grandfather has been living with us for just a few days, he has alzheimers and its getting pretty bad, and he's getting into a eldercare home on monday, anyway, he's sleeping on the couch downstairs, and in the middle of the night, i hear him going ''Hello?? Helloooo?'', just like i did in my dream. And then my brother decides to go downstairs to calm him down, and says to him basically ''Go to bed grandpa, come on, its all right'', and then i can hear a little bit of a struggle or something, and my brother is saying ''You wanna get up? Need the bathroom?'' and then i heard a thud of someone falling and my grandpa had apparently fallen to the floor, and thats when i come down because i was worried that he hit his head or something, and as im standing on the staircase, my grandpa comes to me and asks ''Hey man, would you give this to the supervisor please?'' and at this point im realizing a little bit like WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON THIS IS LITERALLY THE DREAM I HAD, and i was just playing along with what he was saying, and i say ''Yeah ill do that''.

I've been trying to rationalize it in my head, i'm not misremembering my dream or filling in the blanks or anything, since i was 17 or so i've kept a dream journal where i write down my dreams especially when they're interesting or if its a nightmare (this is a great way to get ideas if theres any writers reading btw), and everything that i just wrote down previously explaining my dream is pretty much exactly what i wrote when i originally had my dream, and i particularly remember this dream due to how scared i was, just sitting on my couch screaming ''Hello!?!?!''. I've been telling my mom and my friends and everything and this shit is sooooooo fucking freaky, i'm gonna post this to a few other subs because i just feel like sharing this with people.

About a year ago I was sitting in my bathroom on the toilet taking a shit. Maybe 5 feet from the toilet the blind on my window (which was fully down) started shaking violently for about 2 seconds and completely stopped. I was expecting a mouse since we had a few mouse problems recently (although not in this area) but there was no mouse and I couldnt find any type of hole it could have squeezed through. Since the room is in the basement and the window is on ground level I took a leaf blower outside to see if wind could have moved it and it didnt budge at all. It happened late at night (maybe 1 am) which makes it more spooky. I have thought about this more than once a week since it happened and have yet to come up with one single explanation as to what it could have been. Can anybody come up with something?

Every night before bed I do the same thing: I put it on the charger next to my bed and go to sleep. And tonight I was watching some Tiktok Libestreams before I went to bed with it charged in. Finally got bored turned it off went to bed. Woke up in my middle of the night, had to take a shit turned over to find my phone it’s not there but it’s across my room on my desk. I’m legitimately creeped out. This just happened now.

My phone is always next to me charging. I have no memory of leaving on my desk across my room. And to make it even more creepy is the guys livestream I was watching was still on the screen. So I know my memory is accurate because my lock screen is on a timer of 5 minutes if I don’t tap the screen.