Have you ever experienced a glitch in the Matrix? A strong sense of Deja Vu, a premonition or a coincidence that’s so big it seems like part of a grand design?

These things happen frequently and we can be at a complete loss to explain them, but we never forget the feeling…

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Not creepy, but so vivid and distinct that I still think about it, years later. I had a (subjectively) long, involved dream where I was a vendor in a fish market. I remember getting up early, dressing, doing a whole morning routine, going to get tea, heading out to the docks, buying fish, loading them in a cart and going to get ice, then haggling for ice, buying some less fresh fish while I was at it, then going to a market to my stall, setting up and selling fish all day.

It was so real. I talked to friends, smoked nasty cigarettes, haggled customers, ate lunch, had tea and just lived through the day. At the end of the day, I cleaned up, counted my cash, paid the stall rent, went home, cooked some of the fish I hadn’t sold, sling with some veggies and rice that I’d traded for. I drank more tea, relaxed for a while, then drew a hot bath, soaked and smoked some more cigs, then went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed, ready to go down to the docks to buy fresh catch…. Except I was in my house, next to my wife, truck parked outside and it was Saturday – no work. My wife and I were getting geared up to go skiing in Oregon and the car was already packed. The weird thing was….

In the dream, I was single. And a smoker (I’m not). And the whole long dream had been in fluent Chinese. The effortless kind of fluency that only comes from a lifetime of speaking it. Oh, and I had been Chinese.

I’m a big, hairy white dude – somewhat fluent in Spanish and I know a little bit of Russian, but I’ve never…. It was just weird. I’ve never worked in a fish market.

I wonder who I was. I wonder what that was.



I mentioned this in another thread but here it is again.

I and my friend were at a Chinese Restaurant and we ordered a General Tso chicken Dinner and a shrimp lo mein dish. When we both sat down we took out both boxes and set them on the table about two feet apart. he opens the first box and we see a shrimp lo mein dish. it has all the things in there…noodles shrimp. Fried rice. He closes the box and opens the other box. Inside that box is a shrimp lo mein. Shrimp. Noodles. Fried Rice.

“oh,” I think “they must have mixed the order.” I was just about to say this when my friend says out loud “looks like they made a mistake and gave us two…” as he opens the first box again. Inside of it is a General Tso chicken order. General Tso chicken, white rice, and an egg roll. He froze and looked at me…I looked back at him…and we sat in silence. it took us five or so minutes to collect ourselves. I have no idea what the fuck happened.



I’ve experienced deja vu a couple of times when I was younger, and while that is certainly freaky, nothing beats its opposite, jamais vu, which I experienced twice during a period of work-related stress a few years ago.

On both occasions, I was driving in my car, in perfectly familiar surroundings near my home, when suddenly I had no idea where I was or where I was going. It was like being instantly teleported to a foreign country.

It only lasted seconds, but very creepy nonetheless. Until it happened to me, I had no idea that this even existed.



Ten years ago I was returning home from a road trip with two friends. I received a phone call from my parents asking when we would be arriving, and I explained that we were about 25 minutes away. About a minute later we came around a bend; it was a full moon and we could see the reflection from a lake below us and other than that the road was completely empty. Suddenly everything went completely dark in the car, no lights from the dash or gauges or headlights on the road.

The music also stopped and re-started at the beginning of the cd we were listening to. There was now a vehicle pulled over by the police about 1/4 mile in front of us that hadn’t been there a split second before. I assumed I had dozed off for just a second as it was late. I thought it was still quite peculiar, though. After about a minute, the driver of the car turned the music all the way down and said: “did that just happen to anyone else?”

The other passenger in the back seat sat forward abruptly and exclaimed: “I thought I just fell asleep…”. We then realized that the clock in the car was reading an hour later than it just had a minute before. To keep ourselves from freaking out we decided that the car had possibly had a momentary electrical failure and reset the clock to an odd time, turned off the dash lights, headlights, and gauges, and restarted the CD player. But when we arrived home 25 minutes later, we were one hour late. I am missing an hour of my life, and to this day have no idea how it happened.



I swear to all the Gods that a similar “glitch in time” happened to me. However, in my case, I was walking into the hallway from my bedroom, and as I got about 6 feet down the hallway, I was seamlessly transported back to the hallway entrance. This was no deja vu event. At least not like I’ve ever had before or since.

I distinctly remember physically walking into my hallway when I suddenly start from the entrance again. I nearly threw up and shit myself at that very moment. It literally made me sick and scared. I also remember what happened about a second or so before this “teleportation” glitch. My body started to softly vibrate as if I were some rusty ass robot.

If you can imagine the low-powered vibration of console controllers, but your entire body doing it, that’s what it felt like. It lasted for about 2 seconds, right until I “teleported”. It was somewhat painful to move in that state. I never mentioned it to anyone because, well, obvious reasons.



When I was a teenager I had two really intense dreams one night. The first one was about an online friend of mine calling me to say she’d broken up with her boyfriend, and I sang a few lines of Seal’s “Don’t Cry” to her over the phone. The second dream was finding a (real-life) friend dead body floating in her bathtub.

I didn’t think anything of it up until I logged online that evening and the online friend came online to tell me her boyfriend broke up with her. I immediately asked if I could call her, and she said no. I remember thinking that it meant something like I could change it.

Not long after, my phone rang, and it was Real Life friend from the dream calling me. I was completely freaked at this point, but talked to her normally… she was just talking about school and shit… up until I realized I heard a splash in the background. I asked her, “Are you in the tub?” and when she said yes I felt like my heart had stopped. I asked her, “What did you do?”. She didn’t answer me right away, and then after a very long pause, she told me she’d taken an entire bottle of pills and chased it with mushrooms and vodka.

She’d gotten scared waiting for it to hit her… so she called me so she’d hear someone’s voice. I hung up and called 911. By the time they got there, she was unconscious but alive. Today she’s a mom to a beautiful little girl, and she’s ok.



I have a sleep tracking app on my phone that has a setting for lucid dreaming. It will start saying “You are dreaming” repeatedly in a woman’s voice with a bit of an echo. I was at work one day when I started hearing the voice randomly every few minutes or so.

I checked my phone and as soon as the screen turned I woke up in my bed as the sun was rising. A bit freaked out I went to take a shower. Then on my way to work, I started to hear the voice again through the radio. When I turned my car off (a bit freaked out again) I once more woke up in my bed as the sun was rising.

This happened about 3 or 4 more times, all at different times of the “day”. I didn’t trust reality for about a week after that and still refuse to use that particular setting of the app.



Oh, I have a story! One time my wife and I were coming back from a dinner night out. When I opened the door of the house, she was sitting at the computer working, as I usually find her when I get home, nothing unusual. Except she was entering the house with me…

I shrugged it off and carried on, we went to bed and I told her that I saw her sitting at the computer, and she goes dead serious and told me that when I opened the door, she saw herself sitting at the computer working…

The creepiest thing I’ve ever experienced… The fact that our neighbor’s 2 y/o daughter used to point to the TV when it was off and tell us that the person on the screen was making scary faces and that she wanted it to go away, didn’t help us getting much sleep that night…



I was sitting in my car with just my dad and I distinctly heard my sister (who was at home) say, “are you guys almost home? I’m scared” in a very specific, concerned tone of voice. Two seconds later, my dad’s phone rings. Guess who’s on the line? My sister. She said, “are you guys almost home? I’m scared” in the same concerned tone of voice. I was pretty freaked out.



I was heading home with my dad, we stopped at a drive-through. I start feeling more and more anxious for no reason, to the point where it makes lightheaded and sick to my stomach. We have to wait a little bit ahead because they gave us the order wrong. So I sit there, feeling like shit, and it suddenly comes to me an urge to call my brother.

He was trying to call us, he was in a car accident. No one died, some got seriously bruised, he was only shaken. I told him to shut up and get as far away from the car as possible. He didn’t understand but followed through, trying to call some of his buddies, and I could hear them calling him a wuss, him giving up and getting far and then a loud noise, people shouting.

After the whole shit was over he told me what happened. His drunk friend tried to impress some girls in the car, hit the gas, drifted and hit the bottom of the car on some rocks, completely fucking with the engine. They stood near the car, the driver still inside trying to turn the engine back on. The hood burst in flames and the car started to burn fast, the driver managed to get away but got severely hurt.

Some of the guys and girls who stood around were hurt and burned too, but not as bad as the driver. My brother was the only one with light bruises from the whole thing. He told me that when I ordered him to get away from the car he was in front of it, inches from the hood.

I never experienced anything like this before and after, just this once. It’s just a fucking weird memory, I don’t remember what I was thinking, I remember it like watching a movie and seeing myself and everything from an outside angle.



Have a few, but this one stands out.

I was catching a Skytrain in one particular city about 15 minutes from where I get off. While I wait there is a woman with glazed eyes asking people for money. She came up to me, stopped briefly, and asked “Excuse me, could you spare some money? My brother is in the hospital and I’d like some money to buy him some flowers.”

That’s rich I thought. Drug addicts are getting more and more obvious with their lines. “Here’s $5”. Gave it to her without even looking her in the face, convinced of her intentions.

Anyways, my train pulls up and I get on. I look through the glass at her walking around asking others for money as the train pulls away.

The train arrives at the station 15 minutes later, and I walk down and out to the bus stop. There is only one bus the direction I’m going, and just my luck! It is there waiting when I get off the train. So on the bus, I hop and wait for the bus driver to finish reading his paper before the doors close and we embark down the highway.

About 5-10 minutes travelling, the driver pulls over for a routine stop. The doors open, and to my complete astonishment, the woman from the Skytrain walks into the bus. A dozen roses in hand. She looks me right in the eyes as she walks past to take her seat.

How in the blue hell did she get there? I took the train before her. I watched her at the train stop from inside as we pulled away. I went over a river. I caught the first and only bus going in this particular direction. And not only did she beat me there, but she also had time to go to a store and buy a dozen roses.

To this day I have no idea how this happened.



It happened in early 2000 when I was working at a juvenile detention centre in a small town in Oklahoma as a corrections officer. I was working nights at the time and went to work at nine p.m.

This one night when I arrived for work my supervisor looked confused and asked me what I was doing there. I said, “I work tonight.”. And he said, “But they said you called in a few hours ago saying that you were sick.”. I was a bit confused and said: “It must have been someone else and they got the message wrong.”. After everyone else showed up for work that night it was a bit weirder, but we carried on as usual and assigned everyone their places for the night; I went to work in the control room where I usually work.

The control room is the centre of the prison that has direct control over the cameras, doors, phones and everything. After I relieved the guard on duty and settled in for the night, I looked at the message that said I called in. It said that I had called at 6:50 and said that I had gotten sick while out cleaning up after the storm. There had been a storm the night before and it was a bit bad, but not anything that I had to go out to clean up. It was truly weird.

The supervisor came into control about that time. He was also a friend of mine outside work and we started talking about it, and how odd it was. I decided to call my wife at home and tell her about it while he was still sitting there. I picked up the phone and dialled.

After two rings a man picked up the phone and with a raspy voice said “Hello?”. I did not know what to say for a few seconds. I looked at the phone to make sure I dialled the right number, and I had. After a few seconds, the person said “Hello?” again in the same raspy voice. I said “Hello. who is this?”. “This is Taylor who is this?” the person said. My head started spinning because my name is Taylor also. I said in almost a scream “Where is Ann?”. He said “Ann’s in bed. Who is this?”.

I dropped the phone and told my supervisor to ring me out, I had to get home, and I took off towards the door. I could hear Dave pick up the phone behind me and say “Hello?” followed soon after by “What the fuck!” rather loudly. I ran to my car and drove home faster then what was legal, my mind racing the entire time. I busted through the door and my wife was sitting watching t.v. and was shocked at me being home. I asked her who was there and she said no one has been here. After a rather long talk with my wife, I went to call the prison to tell them what was going on, but the phone was dead.

I went back to work and when I came in Dave was acting weird and asked me “How the hell are you doing this?”. He told me that when I left, he picked up the phone and the person on the other end sounded like me. He kinda freaked out and hung up the phone. A minute later as he could see my car leaving the parking lot, I had called back from home and asked what the fuck was going on. He said that I was a bit irate and said I was sick and did not feel like playing these games and was telling him to stop prank calling me and hung up. After convincing him I had no idea what was going on we went back to work.

Later, I find out that the phone line for my area had been knocked down the night before by the storm. This is absolutely the strangest thing that has ever happened to me.



I get true deja vu.

I don’t get the ‘feeling’ of deja vu by itself, I dream of my deja vu. Some of the best examples I can give are probably these two.

  1. When I was 8 I dreamed about walking through a house, I’d never seen this house before. Then when I was 9 my parents told me that they were building a house, when I moved into that house when I was 10 the floorplan, carpet, walls, ceiling, everything was exactly the same as it was in my dream. The house was completely designed by them, so it’s not possible for it to be similar to a house I’d been in previously.
  2. When I was about 13 I dreamed about working in some retail place, which was odd because I wasn’t old enough to work in one of those places for years. During school-based work experience when I was 15, I was working at some retail place and on the third day, when I randomly sat down to take a drink of water, everything clicked. The room looked exactly the same and the next 2 minutes of events and conversations happened exactly like they did in my dream.

These two are probably the scariest, but I get minor ones once a week to once a month. It’s especially scary when the conversations happen exactly as I dreamt them.



This happened when I was 11. I still remember it like it was yesterday. My grandfather was getting old and had been in and out of the hospital a few times that year. At that moment he had been in the hospital for probably 2 days. We had gone into the hospital to visit him where I gave him a big hug and told him I loved him and would see him tomorrow. That night, I went to bed and had the most beautiful dream.

My grandpa came into my room and sat in the rocking chair in the corner. He invited me into his lap and told me he was going away for a while and that someday he would see me again. I shouldn’t worry, because everything was ok and he wasn’t in any pain. I smiled at him and gave him a big hug and told him I understood. I then looked over at my brother sleeping in the bunk below me and asked my grandpa if we should wake him up and tell him.

When I turned back around to get a response from my grandpa he was gone. I ran to the window to look out onto the front yard. There he was waving at me. He whispered, “go tell your mom and dad exactly what I told you”. I looked back at the door to my room and then back at the front yard and he was gone.

I immediately woke up, ran to my parent’s room and turned on the light. I told them exactly what grandpa had told me. They told me it was just a dream and to go back to bed. I told them again exactly what grandpa told me. Again, frustrated it was 2 am, told me to go to bed and we would talk about it in the morning.

Just then the phone rang, it was the hospital, my mother started sobbing, grandpa had passed. At that moment she just sat there with my father staring at me. I still remember their faces. They both looked at each other, then me, then each other, and finally smiled and stopped crying. They gave me a big hug and told me they loved and to go back to bed.

They ended up going to the hospital that night and my aunt came over to watch us. But we have never talked about that night since. In fact, I don’t think I have ever written about it, which explains the tears rolling down my cheeks right now. wow, that was liberating. And I am glad other people have had these types of things happen.



During a spinal tap procedure, I was put under. While under the anaesthetics I had what I can only explain as an out of body experience seeing as how my viewpoint was from above my body looking down on the procedure. I watched the whole thing and saw that the doctor knocked my game boy off the tabletop while walking by, batteries ejecting from the fall.

One fell insight and he picked it up but the other was next to the front left wheel under the bed out of his view.. but not mine. I woke up groggy and told him where my other battery was and he was shocked when he found it there. To this day it still weirds me out.



When I was like 10 or 11 I was going to the beach with my aunt and her friends. There were two cars of us. To get there we had to go through a very large industrial area. We didn’t know the direction, so our car was following the other. Suddenly, they did an unexpected turn and so our driver had to take a sharp bend.

At that moment we heard a very clear, loud voice inside the car saying laughing “Sharp bend, hm?!”. The driver immediately hit the brakes. We looked at each other, puzzled: we all recognized it as a voice not belonging to any of us.

In the very same time, we noticed that the other car has stopped as well. The other driver got out of the car with a scared face and shouted to us: “Did… did you hear that as well?”.

They heard the very same thing inside their car. The area around was fully deserted.



One night I had a dream about being in a car with my sister at the church we went to. For some reason, it started going out of control, so I jumped to the wheel and tried to keep us from dying. Later I told my sister about the dream, and she had the exact same dream, but instead, she was the one at the wheel and not me.



As I type this I am already feeling Deja-vu. I’ve always wanted to share this part of my life with someone but have never been able to. So… I’ll just tell a bunch of people on the internet.

One day I was walking to work and all of a sudden had an urge to walk a different path than usual. I work downtown in a big city. It was a strange spur of the moment urge to walk a different way that changed my life forever.

I turned into an alley I had never seen before. As I remember it, I made it about fifteen feet or so when an actual “glitch” happened. Everything in my mind scrambled. I felt like I didn’t have a body anymore, just that I was a semi-conscious entity floating through some weird dimension. All of a sudden in the array of different colors and shapes a vision came to me. It was a bunch of strange-looking people that in my mind resembled businessmen in suits. They looked startled and panicked that I could see them. One of the “people” made a quick movement and everything turned to black.

When I regained normality, I was on a completely different street. It was the same street that I always use to walk to work. I felt sick and severely disturbed/depressed.

I’ve never done any hard drugs, never experienced any hallucinations, never have had anything like this happen to me. The weird thing is when the glitch was correcting itself and I could see those “people” watching me like a caged animal I had the feeling that I knew I was being controlled. It still bothers me very much to this day.



Back when I was in fifth grade, I remember sitting in a class about to take an exam. It was one of those where the teacher would write down the question and we would all write the answer on our sheet. After about the third question, I started to realize that I had already seen these questions, in the same order and knew the answers. I honestly remember it being like groundhogs day, where I had this Deja Vue moment like I had already sat through the test the previous day.

I raised my hand and said we had already done these questions, and I got this dumbfounded look from the teacher and classmates. I looked around like seriously I’m the only one realizing this? “Oh really?” our teacher says, “what’s the next answer?”

I went up and wrote the next several answers that just came to my head. He looked down at his test, verified the board, then cancelled the test. Spent the rest of the afternoon with the teacher and principal being accused of compromising the test. The principal had him go through all his notes and lesson plans to see if he had briefed the test by accident in the past. They asked the other kids, nobody else remembered (they all scored shitty on the test.).



A little backstory…I was a total idealist back in high school so when choosing a college I chose to go somewhere that none of my friends were attending so that I could strike out on my own in a “finding myself” sort of way. Well, I ended up making a few really close friends during my first semester. I mean, these guys became like family to me in a matter of months.

One day during winter break one of those guys, my buddy Kimbo, had gone back home to visit friends and family and on his return trip to our college he hit a bad patch of ice and got into a car accident and was killed….it hurt like a son of a bitch for a long time and I still think about him all the time but anyways a few weeks after Kimbo’s accident I and the rest of the guys were getting back from a party off-campus and as we were standing outside our dorm building smoking a cig I felt my phone vibrating and when I pulled it out I saw that I was getting a call from Kimbo’s phone! Dumbfounded, I showed my friends the phone quickly and then answered.

When I picked up it just went directly to his voicemail which played the same message it always had…..It never happened again and we never really talked about it but for me, it was one of those “someone’s looking after me” moments. I hadn’t been doing very well after his death but seeing his name show up on my cellphone screen one final time made me feel a whole lot better for a time and really helped me get out of the slump I was in. I have no idea how his phone could’ve possibly called me and I doubt I ever will but this was one “glitch in the matrix” that I’ll forever be thankful for.


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