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10 Glitch In The Matrix Stories That Will Make You Think Twice


10 Glitch In The Matrix Stories That Will Make You Think Twice


Is reality what we really think it is or are we living in ‘The Matrix’ ? As you read these glitch in the matrix stories, you may just start think twice about your reality…

Glitch in the matrix stories are firsthand accounts of some small but puzzling occurrence that has no logical explanation. The name comes from the movie ‘The Matrix’ where a ‘glitch’ drew someone’s attention to the fact that they were in a simulation. Glitch in the matrix stories evoke the feeling that the world is not as we’ve envisioned it to be. Like Morpheus said “Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?”

Something is wrong with my girlfriend

Me (M26) and my girlfriend (F25) have been living together in an appartment for two and a half years. Everything has been normal until quarantine started (around 4 weeks ago), when I started noticing some odd things.

For instance, for the last three weeks or so, my GF has been putting sugar in her morning coffee, while throughout our entire relationship she’s always been very much against it. It may seem like a small detail, but she’s always been complaining about how I don’t know what real coffee is since I put quite a lot of sugar. On the first day that I saw her drinking coffee with sugar I asked her why would she do that, and she looked at me weirded out and said something like “What are you talking about? I’ve always been putting sugar in my coffee”. I felt a bit confused for a moment but then we started talking about some other things, so I didn’t think anymore about it until the morning after, when she did the exactly same thing, and had once again the same reaction.

Fastforward a few days and another odd thing happened. We were having sex and she suddenly suggested a sex pose that we had already tried once, but it had gone wrong and it hurt her a lot so we had simply decided not to try it anymore. Naturally, I was very surprised with her suggestion, and reminded her about the time when it went wrong, and she just completely dismissed it, saying that i probably mixed her up with some ex-girlfriend or that I was just tripping. We then did the pose and we actually enjoyed it.

Today, the weirdest thing happened, which is the reason I’m writing this post. In the afternoon, I was working at home (I’m employed as a PhD student at the computer science department of a university), when my gf asked me what’s up with a guy who I’ve never heard of before. I asked her who is she referring to and she said “Well, it’s that collegue of yours who you always talk about, the one from the company where you are employed at”. I froze, and asked her to repeat, and she said the exactly same thing all over again. Then I told her that I don’t work at any company nor have I ever worked at any company, since I started a PhD straight after my Master degree. At this point, she also completely froze and we were just staring at each other completely confused and shocked for a few moments. She then asked me wtf is going on and I reminded her about the coffee thing and about the sex pose and that I don’t know anymore what is going on. At this point, she started crying too and asked what is wrong with us.

Nor she, nor me nor anyone in both families have ever had any mental problems in the past. We don’t know what to do about this.

Can anyone explain what’s wrong with us?

Posted By Reddit User horinas69

I died last night… But I’m still here.

So this actually happened last week… It just took me some time to come to terms with it…

I got a phone call from my next door neighbor late in the evening asking if I can help him move a mattress into his upstairs. His mom is ill and has a big heavy sleep number bed. I of course ran over to help because they’re great neighbors.

I get over there and his friend, who is also a priest, was there to help. I helped them figure out how to separate the mattress from the bed so we could fit it up stairs. We get it all moved up and back in place when my neighbor asks if I can help them move an armoire upstairs too. I think nothing of it and we pull it out of his travel trailer and start bringing it up the front stairs of his house.

This is where I died. The front stairs are 11 steps. I was on the lower end of the armoire about 6 steps up when my neighbor and his friend lose a handle on the armoire and it comes crashing down on me and I fall backwards towards the pavement…

I then wake up in my dining room to my phone ringing and my wife asking me if I’m going to answer the phone. It’s my neighbor asking me if I can help move a bed upstairs for his mom…

I go over there and meet his priest friend again, as this has been the first time I met him. I say I can help with the bed but I cannot help with the armoire. My neighbor was like “how’d you know about the armoire?”. I then proceeded to tell them I’m pretty sure I just died.

I spent the next hour talking with the priest. He had so many questions. My neighbor didn’t believe it until I described the upstairs bedroom in perfect detail down to the metal mattress frame on the floor and the intricate headboard leaning against the wall and I had never been upstairs in their house before.

The priest asked me what I saw after I died. I told him I never actually died. Before it happened I woke up at my dining room table.

Posted By Reddit User liquidgold83

Sister with DS knows things about people she’s never met

A bit of backstory:

My little sister has Down’s Syndrome. If you’re not aware what DS is, here is some info on it.

From my understanding about DS, many people with it are on the Autistic spectrum. My sister is considered high-functioning Autistic as well as having DS.

Ok, here are the stories:

Our mom had tons of difficulties with her pregnancy with Diana, and had multiple strange occurrences while she was pregnant with her. The main one being that, at around 6 months along in the pregnancy, our mom walked into her bathroom to find the box holding her wedding dress on the floor. That box had been in the attic since we had moved into that house. No one in the house knew how it got there. Mom starting having contractions just after that incident, and started bleeding. Dad took her to the ER, and after a day of her being in intensive care and having multiple tests done, my parents discovered that Diana has DS.

After mom gets out of the hospital, she’s sits me and my older sisters down to talk to us about this, telling us that Diana will have an “abnormality” (her words), and explains to us that she will be different than “normal” kids. I remember very clearly that everyone but me was crying. I remember saying something along the lines of “but none of us are normal“. Mind you, I was 12 and for sure my family is not very normal.

Fast forward:

Diana is born premature (I believe she was born at 7 months, but could be off a bit), has a ton of medical issues and has to have surgery immediately after being born. She was in NICU for the first two months of her life.

We finally get to bring her home after she recovers. She was the tiniest little thing.

By the time Diana was about 6 months old, my parents started doing physical and speech therapy with her, because she wasn’t developing the way a “normal” baby would have been by that age, I guess.

I remember we were learning sign language with her until she was about 2 yrs because my mom was afraid she wouldn’t be verbal. Mom couldn’t have been more wrong! Diana started babbling by about 8 months, and she’d always just lay flat on her back and “talk” to the ceiling, and just giggle like someone was playing with her. Mom always joked that Diana was “talking to angels”.

Fast forward again to when Diana is about 3 or 4 years old:

My mom, Diana, and myself are at a little Christmas party at a place for physically and mentally disabled people, where Diana took classes and the rest of us volunteered. The three of us are sitting in these pews waiting for Santa Claus to come on stage, so all the kids can go have their photo taken with him. Out of nowhere, Diana stands up and runs away from my mom and me, into the crowd. We chase her, and she runs straight toward this older woman we had never met. Diana grabs the woman’s leg and starts bawling. My mom and I are apologizing to the woman, saying we don’t know what got into her. The woman looks down at Diana and asks her what’s wrong..this is where it gets weird.

Diana tells her, word for word, in the clearest way I had heard her speak: “I’m so sorry that your mommy left you”

The woman starts tearing up, and tells us that her mother had passed away a couple nights prior after a long battle with cancer.

The second time Diana freaked us out:

I was visiting with my mom and Diana when she was about 10. Diana starts telling me how she talks to grandpa all the time (he passed away when she was about 5), and starts telling me that she met grandpas wife. Grandpa’s wife (our step grandmother) was still alive at this point, and that’s the only grandma Diana ever knew, so I tell her “of course you’ve met grandma”..she corrects me and says “no, mommy’s mommy”. My mom and I both froze. Our mom’s mom passed away when our mom was pregnant with my older sister, meaning none of us had ever met her.

So our mom starts asking Diana questions about grandma..she asks “what color was my mommy’s hair?”, and Diana responds “yellow, but not real”; mom goes on to explain to me that grandma wore wigs because she had been balding after years of battling anorexia, and she’s always wear big blonde wigs. So, mom asks Diana, “do you know grandma’s name?”..she says “Jeannie”, which was in fact our grandmother’s name. Diana had never heard about Jeannie..(it’s a very sore subject to bring up around our mom, so none of us really know much about her.)

There have been so many other instances of her just knowing things..like when I was in a very abusive relationship – that none of my family knew about – and she once called me in the middle of the night, crying hysterically that I needed to leave my house and “come home”..after that phone call, my fiancé came home drunk and beat the living shit out of me. I left him after that, and honestly can’t say I would have had the strength to leave had it not been for that call from my little sister.

Even to this day, she says she’s talks to grandma, grandpa, and other people who have passed away.

Posted By Reddit User meta_metalhead

I didn’t exist for an entire afternoon when I was 16

This happened in 2009, when I was 16 years old. It was the first weekend of summer, and nobody was home when I woke up at around 11am. I grabbed a snack and went down to the basement to watch TV. I had plans to hang out with a friend at 3pm that day. Like I said before, I started watching TV at around 11, knowing I had 4 hours before I was supposed to head over to my friends house.

I had only been watching TV for about 30 minutes when my mom came down the stairs asking me where I’d been all day. I said what are you talking about, I’ve been awake for less than an hour? I look at my watch and see that it’s well past 5 in the afternoon. I run upstairs and check my phone to see that I have several missed calls from my friend and my mom.

My mom’s side of the story is what makes me nauseous when I think about this, even to this day. She was with my little brother at his baseball game from 1-3 that day. She and my brother WERE home when I “supposedly” woke up and went down to the basement, but neither of them have any memory of even seeing me that morning. When my mom got home at around 3, she checked the entire house for me, including the basement where I had been sitting on the couch watching TV.

It’s been 10 years and I still have no idea what happened on that day. It is by far the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me, and although I talk about it with my family like it’s a funny little thing that happened, it genuinely chills me to my bones thinking about it.

Posted By Reddit User LegitimatePick3

He thinks we both died.

I’d like to preface this by saying my husband is an electrical engineer and I’m a teacher. We’re not crazy people.

So, back when my husband and I were dating, my husband was in a terrible car crash. His truck hit black ice and he slid into oncoming traffic. His truck was completely totalled. So was the other truck he hit. The weird thing is though, both he and the other guy were completely fine. Not a scratch on them, all my husband had was a bruise on his knee. The first responders were baffled, as was the towing company and insurance when they realized no one had died/was severely injured.

Fast forward to a few days after the crash, my husband comes over to my apartment, we’re having a conversation about a university class we’re both in and he casually asks when I got the flat screen tv sitting on my dresser. At this point I’ve very confused because I’ve had the little flatscreen since I was thirteen and had had it the entire year and a bit we’d been dating. I asked him what he’s talking about as I’ve always had that tv. He told me to quit pulling his leg and asked me what I did with the old tube tv? I had no idea what he was talking about and told him so. He’s convinced I had a tube tv. I proceed to get on facebook and showed him a picture we had taken two weeks prior with the tv in the background. It’s a flatscreen in the picture.

My husband goes white like he’s seen a ghost and just stares into space for a minute. His eyes started to water. I asked him what’s wrong and he said: “I swear to god, I’m not crazy. You’ve had a tube tv since we started dating. It was a tube tv when we took that picture.” I brushed it off as his head being rattled from the accident and he didn’t bring it up again. However, anytime we hung out in my room, he’d always look at the tv weird.

Fast forward seven years, my husband and I have been married for a few years and decide that we’re ready to be parents. I’m not on birth control and we decide whatever happens, happens. We’re not actively trying, but not preventing it either. So we’re on vacation in Italy, wandering around Rome and I feel like shit. I had had my period the week before and it was the worst one I had had in my whole life. As we’re walking around I am suffering from back pain, chills and horrific cramping. I go to the bathroom in a cafe and hurl my guts out, have diarrhea and realize I’m menstruating, heavily.

Obviously I’m weirded out since I had just had my period the week before. I clean myself up go back to my husband and tell him I think I need a doctor. I have a pretty high pain tolerance but this is insane. It’s getting to the point I’m having trouble walking and I’m starting to feel pain in my shoulders. I don’t want to ruin our vacation but I’m starting to really worry. My husband is smarter than me, sees the state I’m in and says I’m visibly paler than when I went into the bathroom and gets me help. 20mins later I’m on a stretcher and being taken to the hospital. An hour after that I’m being prepped for emergency surgery as Dr tells me I have a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I have heavy internal bleeding and if he doesn’t perform surgery I am going to die.

Six hours later I wake up very sore and tired. Dr tells me I’ve very lucky, and if I had waited any longer to seek medical attention I’d be dead. Husband stays with me in the hospital the first night then gets a hotel for the rest of my stay. A week later we’re cleared to fly home and I go through a grueling month of healing from the surgery.

Two months after our return, somehow my husband and I get on the topic of fires and he goes on about the dangers of kitchen fires and I say, “no need to worry, we’re all set with the extinguisher in the closet.” He looks at me like I have three heads and asks me what I’m talking about. I remind him about the extinguisher in the front closet where we keep the coats. We’ve had it for three years. He insisted we buy one when we bought our house.

My husband shakes his head and tells me he has no idea what I’m talking about and we don’t have a fire extinguisher. I remind him about, not only my memories of fighting about if we really needed one, where to put it, buying it from Home Depot but also installing it to the wall in the closet. He looks at me with confusion and tells me none of that happened. I get up, go to front closet to show it to him all the while cursing him for being an asshole for forgetting our two week fight about it and lo and behold: no extinguisher. Not only is there no extinguisher, there’s no holes in the wall where I know we installed it. No fresh paint, this wall has never been touched…

I insist he’s moved it and fixed the wall and ask why the fuck he would play such a stupid prank. He continues to insist we’ve never had one, let alone talked about getting one. This goes on for several minutes. I’m approaching hysterics, telling him to quit playing with me when finally he says: “Now you know how I feel about that tv.”

We didn’t speak about it for a long time. Then after I found this thread he brought up his theory that perhaps in another timeline/dimension whatever you want to call it, we both actually died and we reset like a video game and the tv and extinguisher are glitches. I don’t know if I agree with him, all I know is that I have never been so rattled in my whole life and every time I get something out of the closet I’m overwhelmed with this feeling of wrongness. I know it should be there but somehow it’s just not. I can’t explain it. He says he will go to his grave swearing I had a tube tv.

Posted By Reddit User TheCurvedWritingDesk

Where is my kid??

I have 4 kids. I know I have 4 kids, but recently I just feel like there should be another one – but it’s missing. When we go out, i headcount and get flustered because I can’t find the extra one. I have to consciously remind myself there are only 4- but my heart just doesn’t believe it. Well, I just put it down as one of those weird feelings & push it aside. Then: my parents set money to my kids. They sent $500. I called them and asked them why they put in so much, they were confused and said that they told me they were sending $100 per kid. I reminded them that I only have 4 kids. They were silent for a moment then just kind of laughed and said they must be getting old because they were thinking there was 5! Then tonight, my daughter walked in to the lounge room. She looked around said, I know we’re all here but our family feels small. My son agreed. I hadn’t said anything to anyone about my feelings lately because they already think I’m ancient and forgetful at 40! Thanks for reading if you’ve made it this far! Does anyone else ever have these feelings?

Posted By Reddit User for-the-weirdstuff

I called my dad in his past about more than 30 years ago

I recently posted about me disappearing into thin air when i was sleeping and my family couldn’t find me and when i woke they swore up and down that they have searched all over for me but weren’t able to find me.

This is not an update but something that just happened yesterday. Three days ago I was having conversation with my father and he was telling me about his university life. Basically my dad came from nothing, he had a very difficult up bringing and went to the worst school and highschool in our city. When it was time for him to join univeristy, my grandfather passed away leaving my dad to take care for the rest of the family as he was the oldest son. He took a wrong a major because of the wrong advices of the people and how he regrets that to this day. The courses were taught in English which is a second language for us and how he didn’t even know the language. My dad told me that it was the darkest times in his life and he just wanted to run away and was even thinking of taking his own life. Now very recently he got his masters in English literature and he was telling me that he didn’t think it would be ever possible for him. My dad just recently finished this degree at an age of 55.

The next morning my dad had to drive to this town because his distant relatives live there and they are struggling financially, my dad is very a kind soul and he wanted to help them . The town is 3 hours drive away. He usually takes public transport but didn’t because of recent crisis. He drove there and my mom was worried so we decided we will keep calling him after every hour to check. Well i decided to call him , now keep in mind because it’s highway network signals get very weak. He told me to wait and parked at a nearby restaurant it was like a check point for trucks. I don’t know what came over me but I started crying and went on to tell him how proud i was of him, i just babbled and kept saying that he shouldn’t think he is lacking because he is not. He was an amazing father and a great person to look up to.

You guys my dad started crying he told me that he will talk to me when he returns. Well he returned and he just hugged me and was telling me that how 30 years ago he was visiting the same town and it was the time when he was at his lowest. He was visiting the same relatives and he was in a bus which stopped at a petrol station. He called his mother and when he picked the phone without even dialing he heard my voice. It was me telling him the exact same thing which I just said yesterday. He said that he didn’t even called my grandmother, he just stood there and cried. It gave him strength to keep fighting. He said he just now realized it was me whose voice he heard.

My parents are now taking this as sign from God who helped my dad when he thought no one was there for him.

Posted By Reddit User iselenaii

I think I just became the background character for another person’s glitch?

This technically happened last night, but I was just starting a graveyard shift and am only now getting it all down.

I work at a gas station chain with only numbers in its name. We’re just outside of a large chunk of suburbs- none if that “middle of nowhere”, like we aren’t exactly near any other businesses but we are rarely completely dead for hours at a time.

It was just past midnight, and with everything going on in the US right now not a lot of things other than gas stations and bars are open at night anymore so it was a slower evening.

I was the only one in the store and a car pulled up to one if the 2 double-sided pumps out front. Pretty standard white fourdoor. I’m not great with car brands but it was a little nicer, like upper middle class and probably only a few years old.

A woman gets out and starts walking towards our door like she’s in a daze. Legit this woman looked like she saw a ghost. She wanders up, sort of freezes at the door for a second with a thousand yard stare before opening it and coming in. She didn’t go looking for anything, didn’t start shopping, just sort of stood inside for what felt like ages.

Again, bars are still open so I think maybe she’s a little drunk or had a rough night or something so I give the usual “Welcome to ‘gas station’ let me know if you need any help finding anything” and she finally notices me and immediately asks me the weirdest damn question I have ever been asked on the job. “You can see me right?”

“Yeah”. Like what else do you say? She breaks down crying in the middle of my store so I’m already headed around the corner to see what’s up. I have my cellphone out incase I need to call the cops or something for her.

I get her to sit down on a nearby pallet of soda and I’m grabbing her a bottle of water and after she catches her breath a little she tells me “I thought I had died”. Again I’m thinking maybe she is on something but she’s a middleaged woman who looks like a standard local suburban housewife. We’re a pretty boring township without your average junkies like you’d find closer to the cities.

So she asks if she can call her husband to pick her up and wait with me. She has her own phone and does so, not really telling him anything either just where she is at and if he can come get her. He says he’ll call an uber and be there as soon as possible.

We’re waiting, so far nobody else has showed up, so I’m keeping most of my attention on her- and eventually she starts to explain to me-

“I was driving home from dinner with my coworkers and as I’m driving through (nearby intersection I recognized) a truck ran a redlight and hit me.” Now, her car is still at the pump without a scratch on it. She goes on to say she remembers her car being pushed into a pole, going airborn, and then nothing.

I tried to calm her down letting her know that her car is out front and it looks fine, but she insisted that she completely blacked out, woke up in an ambulance for a split second, passed out again, and then woke up again in the driver seat of her car- at the intersection waiting for the light to change, perfectly fine.

This whole thing freaked her out so badly that she drove to the nearest anything (us) just so she could get out of the car.

Husband eventually showed up to get her. He asked if I had any idea what happened and even though she sort of explained to me I just shrugged because no, I had no idea what was happening anymore. She reluctantly got into the passenger seat of the car and he drove them back home.

That was hours ago, after which I worked an entire shift at the station trying to wrap my head around what the absolute hell I had just witnessed.

Posted By Reddit User TheKarmaDontMatter

I think I died in early July

Do you guys know the whole theory about how when people die in one time line, they shift into another? I think that may have happened to me.

Back in early July of this year, my family (M45, F54, Me:19, B16), S(13) were going on a road trip to Montana to visit our grandparents. Prior to the trip, I had a horrible, horrible feeling about going. I kept having flashes of car accidents in my head, and I was sure that we were going to get in one if we left. It was so strange, because I have a pretty severe anxiety disorder, but this didn’t feel like my anxiety at all, and I never have anxiety about road trips: I love them!!

So we left Saturday of that week, I had told my parents I had a bad feeling about driving up there, but they dismissed me as being anxious, but I had never felt so certain about something in my life. Getting into that car felt like signing my death sentence. So we get about 6 hours in, and at this point, I start to think I was being ridiculous, and a wave of calmness just washes over me. This is where shit gets strange. My dad passes an underpass and everything just shifts. I feel like I saw everything in slow motion for a whole 4 or so minutes. My parents were joking beforehand, but their faces moved so slowly, and then the light in the car started to shift. This was the scary part because I thought I must have been going insane. For a few seconds, there was a huge illumination of light into our car, and I looked at my family, and could not tell who they were or what they meant to me. And then it’s like everything just came back. The light shifted back, and I knew who everyone was, but it felt like something imperceptible had changed.

I closed my eyes and tried to make sense of the past few minutes, and when I reached back to remember; I saw blood, our car and another minivan in shambles on the side of the highway right beyond the underpass, and mangled bodies. I remembered sensations I should not have known: what spattered brain matter looks like, the smell of something burning, the way I couldn’t breathe. But this never happened? Yet I remember that the car in front of us had switched lanes even though there was a truck in front of us, realized it at the last second, and hit us with a lateral impact.

I have no history of psychosis, and I have never been in any sort of car accident. This wasn’t PTSD, and I have never had anxiety over being in the car in any sort of way prior to this. And maybe I could have just brushed it off, but I still think about it when I’m driving in my own car. And it’s made me a more cautious driver. I don’t know what happened, it was just a weird situation, and I remember having the distinct feeling in that moment that I had died in some sense. I am not a spiritually sensitive person by any means, I am a scientist at heart, but this truly was something I cannot explain. And I fully accept that I might be reading to much into this, and for some reason, I imagined an event that never happened, but I thought I would share anyway.

Posted By Reddit User Nestle13

Meeting our son.. before he was born .

So, this happened about seven or eight years ago. My husband and I were laying in the bed one night, watching television. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a child in the doorway of our bedroom. Thinking it was our only child at the time, I tapped my hubby and said “Hey, shhhh b look, but I think Connor is going to try to scare us ! He turns and looks and this child walked into our room. I can’t explain it, bc it was one of those moments that seemed … somehow different. We watched in silence, soon realizing that this child was NOT out son. He toddles in, head slightly tilted back, curls bouncing and diaper squish squishing as he goes to the end of our bed.. we see his head go down (like he was crouching) and when we got up to look- he was gone. I looked at chris (my husband) and said “ Did we just see a ghost?!” Then, almost as an after thought, I said “well, we know if we have another baby, and he has curls, that he was here before he was born.” We both laugh, bc We were not trying for another baby at the time. Fascinated, we go to check on our son, and he was fast asleep. A few months later.. I’m pregnant. (Surprise!) So fast forward aNd our new baby, Liam, is two. He toddles in the room, head titled slightly back and curls bouncing, and it hit me like a bucket of ice water.. holy crap, this is the baby that came to visit us! I mean, there is absolutely no doubt in my mind.. now, on top of that, whenever Liam is staying the night elsewhere (like with my parents) he comes to visit me in my sleep .. for example- one time he came and just smiled at me while I was taking a nap.. He was in a little red shirt, and his hair was cut short (he left with it long) the next day I go to pick the kiddos up from mom, and lo and behold- his hair is freshly shorn and he is wearing a little red shirt. I asked my mom “did he wear this yesterday?” And she replies “oh, yeah he did, but he insisted on wearing it today, so he is..”. So, I look at him and say “did you go see momma yesterday in mommas dreams” he just looked at me (he was four) all big blue eyes and serious, and nodded his head.

So that’s my glitch in the matrix story. One of many, but the most profound. Our son, I guess, travels astral, and even stopped to see us before he was born. I would know those curls anywhere. the fact that my husband witnessed it with me makes it even more weird, but utterly fascinating. Thanks for reading and forgive typos please ❤️❤️

Posted By Reddit User VenusValkyrieJH

Now the question is are these stories true or just some great works of fiction, that my friends is for you to decide. My mind is made up and I think The Matrix Has Us ALL.

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