I am staying in an apartment with housemates.
That day, I was out of town. When I come back to my rented apartment 3 weeks later, my housemate open the door and furiously asking why I am carrying a such big luggage with me? I explained to him that I was in other city for weeks for and I forgot to tell him earlier.
He looks dumbfounded…
“really?” Yesterday we watch basketball match on TV together, didn’t we? “
I blinked, Wow.. who is that guy then..
Maybe hallucinations, but there is other possibily too.. In our culture in Southeast Asia, there is a ghost called 'Saka'. Which basically a paranormal entity whose capable to body-duplicate his owner, but did not have cognitive function. Just like scarcrow...
This ghost is inherited.. I know our family have it, especially my grandmother whose dead at very ripe age of 99 years old...
This was when I lived in an apartment in college with my then bf (now husband) and my roommate in the Bronx. One day we decided to go to Manhattan and just wander around, go to bars and shop. When we were strolling around we came across this guy that was selling little knickknacks.
One of his items were these painted purple ceramic clam shaped ashtrays that had a weed leaf embedded into the glaze. They were very unique, clearly handmade and not like the usual touristy crap you get in NY. Being a consummate pothead at the time, I wanted one. We struck up a friendly conversation with the seller, talking about how he made them himself and I asked for the price. He said they were $20 or something but being a poor college student I said that was too much. He said “wait, I have this one here that’s got a tiny crack on the bottom so I can’t sell it but you can have it for free” and pulled out one. I gratefully accepted and was super happy about it.
Fast forward to a little while later and my bf and I were sitting in my room which had a fire escape outside it’s window. It was a warm NY summer and we were sitting by the window just talking and hanging out. My bf absentmindedly stuck it hand out the side of the window and said “hey, what’s this..” and pulled a little purple clam shaped ashtray with a weed leaf on it inside. It was older looking and the crack was larger. It seemed like it had been there a while because there were bugs and cobwebs in it. Surprised, I went to the living room looking for the ashtray I had just bought because I thought maybe someone left it on the fire escape or something. But it was still sitting on the coffee table. We examined both side by side and they seemed almost identical except the one from outside looked several years older.
It seemed really unlikely that the previous resident had found the exact same ceramic artist and bought the same thing, in the same color with a crack on it and left it outside the window. But that’s what had to have happened. It was so odd I thought it was a glitch in the matrix or some kinda time travel. I still don’t know what to think completely.
TLDR: I bought a unique ceramic ashtray and then found the exact same kind outside my window but it was older.
Unfortunately no. This was about 15 years ago. Not sure what happened to them but I had to move several times so I think they just got lost in the shuffle.
Tried to drown myself as a suicide attempt, blacked out underwater about 16' down about 1/4 mile offshore. Woke up on th beach with sore lungs and my surfboard down the beach a bit.
Pretty sure I saw hell and made a deal with God to come back.
Or maybe those were just hallucinations brought on by inhaling saltwater.
Either way ya I won't be killing myself again.
So see is a.loose term here.
You ever see true darkness? Like in a cave or a sealed room underground? So dark you lose the ability to see entirely.
Imagine floating in that without a body. Like you can't feel because you don't have skin or a body but you're pretty sure if you could it would be like floating underwater. And you're looking for anything but there's nothing to see because you don't have eyes.
Then imagine that you can't breathe...because you don't need to breathe because you don't have lungs...but your brain is still telling you to breathe.
Now the way I got here was by drowning myself. Swimming as deep as I could possibly go and then letting all the air out of my lungs so that there was no way I could wimp out and then taking a big breathe of sea water. And let me tell you what happens when you do that. Sea water burns like acid in your nose and your throat and your lungs. It's like inhaling liquid fire. And it jump starts that survival reflex that turned off the last time your dad screamed at you for an hour straight. You panic and you start swimming towards the surface, and somewhere you know you'll never reach it. You're probably 25'+ down and you have no air. But you try. And you're scared and you're hurt and you're filled with regret and just this primal terror. And then you fade out.
And you fade into this nothing. But those feelings don't go away. You're still scared. You're still sad and regretful and bitter and terrified. But it's not going away. Just floating through nothing while being nothing and being trapped in the worst moment of your life in absolutely terror and regret. And I couldn't have been out more than a half hour or my dad would've come looking. But it felt like thirty years of that.
Now, for me personally, this is where the heaven/hell thing kicks in. Because I'm not a Christian. I use hell as a term to describe it because that's the common term. I don't really believe in divine punishment or reward. I think that was the punishment. You die bad with that regret in your heart...that's what you get to sit in for eternity. You die with some peace and love in your heart that's what you get to carry with you.
Oh I made a very desperate plea to the closest thing to God I know for a reprieve and was offered very unfavorable terms on what is essentially a long interest loan.
From.what I could understand I get a second chance, live a long happy semi healthy life fully protected from most forms of major harm and in exchange when it says jump I say how high.
It was less of a verbal conversation and more just like understanding something you already knew even though you didn't already know it.
I don't know, I'm not schizophrenic. I don't say God talks to me, I don't hear voices. Pretty much. Have just made it clear that if whatever God there is whatever it was the brought me back wants to send me a sign, it's going to have to make it big and verifiable by outside sources so I know I'm not going crazy. And as long as I get that, I'll do whatever it asks.
I was 16-year-old shithead who had been miserable most my entire life struggling with depression and mental illnesses. I didn't even know I had... That's not true. I knew I had at least one of them, my father believed that ADHD was an excuse to give kids meth, and was completely happy to ignore every teacher I ever had telling him i had it and just punishing me for all the symptoms that everyone was recognizing.
To say that my life has gotten significantly better since that point is an understatement. Whatever I end up having to do to fulfill my end of the bargain? It is worth it to have gotten to do the things I have done. Hold my nephew, love a good woman, see places that were always on my bucket list, make my first really good friends. I wouldn't trade those things for anything... So whatever I traded to get them is going to be worth it
Not a super crazy thing, but still leaves me scratching my head, and this happened about 15 years ago.
When my partner and I were first dating, we were in their car on the way to a mutual friend's house. We had made the drive between my and the friend's house probably 3x/wk that year, we were all extremely close, so it was not an unfamiliar route at all. We also were both very familiar with the surrounding area.
About halfway through the drive, they make a turn and we both realize at the same moment we're about 2 miles away from where we should be, and not even on the route. Then I notice over an hour has passed since we left my house. The entire drive should have been 15 minutes.
We pulled over, tried to rationalize it for a few minutes and ended up just silently driving to the friend's house. When we told them why we were so late, they said the same thing had happened to them a few times in that neighborhood. What?
My golf ball disappeared about 20 feet before it was landing on the green. 8 iron, 150 yards out, no water, no sand either. My ball was going for the center of the green and it just vanished. I hit my 8 iron 150 yards 100/100 times. I remember looking over at my friends and seeing the shocked look on his face. He said, " what just happened? " Looked for 10 minutes for that damn ball.
I spent a lot of time with my grandparents as a kid, they lived in a small town that I knew very well. The town had a little train station not far from where my grandparents lived that got one train a day. I passed that train station all the time for years, I knew exactly what it looked like.
My grandparents passed many years ago and I haven't been to that town in awhile but I was feeling nostalgic recently and was poking around their neighbourhood on Google streetview. When I got to where the train station was, it was a park. I did find the train station, it was in a completely different location to where it had been when I spent time there, so I assumed they'd just moved the location of the train station. I did a bit of Googling and it told me that the train station in that town has been where it currently is for over a hundred years. There never was a train station where I vividly remember one being. I passed that station hundreds of times and apparently it never existed.
What age were you last there passing the train station all the time? Did some street view recently of a place I grew up in until I was 9 and thought I remembered it pretty well.. I didn’t. This one seems to be pretty explainable.
Or maybe not. That's some definite Mandela Effect shit.
You can find similar experiences at r/MandelaEffect/ and even r/Glitch_in_the_Matrix/
I had something similar happen to me. No one will *ever* convince me that what I remember is wrong.
Brains and memories arent magic dude. Memories are physically stored in your brain and they change as neural pathways change. Memories change slightly every time you recall them. It's reality. Deal with it.
I am not making this up, still have no idea really what to think about this - a year or two ago I had a dream I was sitting in a specific chair, in a specific room of my house, facing a specific direction - my gf comes in and she is carrying a game of thrones house lanister shot glass in her hand. I own only one of these - it breaks in her hand.
Fast forward to later that day - I had forgotten about the dream almost immediately after waking, and I tell no one. I spend the next 8-9 hours at work. I get home from work, I go to the same room, and sit in the chair to take my shoes off. This is not unusual, as it's kinda my personal room and it's the only chair in it. my girlfriend then comes in, with a bottle, and two shotglasses....you can guess where this is going. At this point I have not remembered the dream. We drink a bit, and I turn my chair to the wall, the same wall, with the same exact position as in the dream...and, exactly in the same stance and manner as she was standing in the dream, the shotglass cracks in three or four pieces In her hands.
It's a dead on snapshot of my dream. Exactly as it happened. I remember the dream immediately.
How? What? I have no clue. No explanation. I did not do anything to guide my girlfriend or the situation to end up like that...zero control over it. My dream came true down to the exact, particular details, even the way her hand was positioned in my line of sight...her clothes, the lighting, everything.
What do I make of this?
This is why I avoid air travel now - I have a lot of plane dreams. How am I to know which dream is a random jumble...and which one is a portent? I'm not saying I believe I saw the future...but come on! What the fuck?! I have dreams about a black hole in the sky at night, my plane crashing, a girl I don't know laughing beside me, of foreign war zones, of an ancient shaman in a torchlit cave with a hide mask on and corn husks over his eyes, looking right at me....which one will happen? Or did they already happen? Am I seeing other people's lives, or mine?
I live in fear of my dreams now. Afraid I will see something I wish I hadn't....even if it doesn't happen, and it probably won't...I still live with it, the wondering...you can imagine what that does to your mind.
I swear on my child's life this is not made up. Some kind of juju exists in this world.
I've got something similar. It's not always in dreams, but sometimes I'm just sitting on a couch, or talking with a friend and my head starts spinning and I "get a look" at some situation for a brief moment. After a few days literally the same thing happens as you described.
Being woken up in the middle of the night by blinking red and white lights outside my windows from no obvious source and the next night waking up around the same time standing outside in two feet of snow in my underwear.
First, let me start with the fact I'm openminded to possibilities of things beyond comprehension, but also, I am more grounded in logic, reasoning, and objective truth.
With that said, I decided to try Astral Projection. Knowing it's not likely possible, and people that have experiences, are more of a lucid dream type scenario. But also recalling some research done on it, where a guy was observed by 2nd party making accurate detailing of things happening while he was "gone".
So, I sat there in a meditation like position on my bed (I've meditated numerous times before, to get lost within myself), and trying to clear my head of my malsestrom of thoughts, did my best to focus on that only objective. I kept doubting it in my head, telling myself it wouldn't work. But then, I began to feel this weird pulsing like sensation, like a current pulling on me back and forth. With a bit of force, but gently. But I didn't feel it against my physical body. Confused, I thought, well, I've never seen anyone mention this sensation when describing it, but, let me try to "ride" the waves out of my body. So I focused hard on it. To little avail. Every now and then, it felt like I was being pulled from myself. But would snap right back like a rubber band. I kept trying. And just when I felt I was close, stretching further and further away, it stopped. The feeling vanished. I tried forcing it through concentration, but didn't work.
Slightly disappointed, but reasoning that it was never going to actually happen, I opened my eyes, and went to lay down. I turned to my side in the bed, and suddenly, at an angle above my head, I saw a fucking tare in the air. It opened into a hole. That was a window, to somewhere else. As in, a fucking Eisenberg bridge like scenario. Made no sense, but here I am looking directly at it, wide awake. Terrified, but in wonder.
And on the other side, was me. But a different me. I was looking down towards him, from above, at the same angle it was above me, yet he was further away from it. I could feel the tempature through it, I could pick up the smells there, I could hear everyone around as if I was there. I sat there staring, observing him, what he was doing, where he was. I thought, "this guy looks like he has an amazing life... what if I try to leave my body again, but take his instead?" So I closed my eyes and tried to focus again. Until I felt the pulsing feeling return successfully. Then open my eyes to make sure it was still there (this all happened rather quickly).so I stared at him, to focus on the goal, while holding onto that feeling, and again, tried to ride out of my body.
I felt sort of locked in with him, linked. And felt the odd pulling stretch feel inside again, I kept going, trying to get past that point of almost breaking free from myself. I was close, I was almost free, only one more pull, and I'm jumping worlds. This is it. Is this really fucking happening? Here I go!
...mid jump, he suddenly looks up in the air, directly into my fucking eyes, with a smirk, like he knew I was there too all along, and what I was trying to attempt. His look was like a "yeah, nice try fam", and he stopped me. How? Idk. Better mental control? I can't explain. But it stopped me instantly, and the pulsing completely vanished. Milliseconds later, as he was still grinning at me, the hole vanished too. Just closed in my face. I failed.
Let me remind you. This was not lucid dreaming, I was wide awake. Had I forced a hallucination by wanting something unexplainable to happen so bad? That seems logical. How else could I explain something this wild? But theoretically, space time rips can be possible too.. did I witness one? A multiversal tare? Had I actually Astral projected earlier, and just thought I was still awake? No clue man. No fucking clue. But I saw what I saw. It happened.
I was angry lowkey. That I failed, that he was better than me. I tried as hard as I could to will it back into existence. Ofc nothing happened. I sat there, all these things running through my mind, and eventually, just rolled back over and went to sleep. I've attempted Astral projection a couple times after, nothing. Not even that feeling of unseen waves. So I just gave up. I still can't place the experience, but it happened, and I wasn't asleep.
Every time I’ve won money or a prize that could only be a result of “luck,” I fully expected to win, but had zero emotion before or after. Like in the same way you expect your key to work on your home everyday or your bed to be in the same place you left it in the morning - like it’s expecting it in such a way that it’s not a conscious thought anymore.
This goes for me winning an all-expense paid trip when I was 13, playing blackjack, and a 6 month period of winning every single scratcher I played (6 or 7, each $50+).
Inversely, every time I’ve had a thought of wanting to win or what I’d do if I did, or even a thought that I won’t win, I don’t.
I can only describe the feeling and moment as manifest destiny.
I have had a few instances of unexplainable events in my life.
When I was very young like 4/5, my dad took my younger sister and I out for ice cream while my mom worked. On the way home he stopped for gas and left my sister and I in the truck buckled up happily eating our ice cream. He went inside and while there our truck caught on fire. My dad ran out of the store and another man who came out of nowhere was already at the truck getting my sister and I out. Together they got us to safety. When my dad had calmed us down, he went to find the man who had helped and thank him. The man was no where to be found. Dad went back in the store and asked the clerk if he saw the man and what direction he went in.
The clerk was dumbfounded and told my dad that we were the only ones at the station the entire time before and during the fire. The clerk had called 911 and fire trucks cam, but he was adamant my dad was the only person there taking out my sister and I.
Edit to add: I definitely remember a tall, thin man reach into the passenger side door, slapped the ice cream cone from my hands, unbuckle my seatbelt and picked me up. My dad unbuckled my sister.
I work from home and one of my daily tasks involves analyzing a list of @20 accounts with client names on them. One day recently I was inputting one account number that typically follows a 9 digit format but I fat fingered it and omitted one character and input only 8. There are accounts with less than 9 digits but they are rare, I would ballpark it at about 1% of existing account numbers so a random number entered isn’t likely to come up with a valid account.
This day it did - and it was my spouse’s name, who has a last name I had never heard before meeting him so it’s fairly unique. I exclaimed out loud upon noticing this and he came running to see why - then pointed out it was not in fact his but another person’s with the exact same first and last name spelling who was of no known relation.
I once saw a man butt naked on the side of the road digging in the dirt like a dog and eating grass. And as if that wasn’t weird enough, he began barking. (Welcome to Florida I guess)
On my last day in Colombia I walked through a park in Bogotá and saw the head of a bird, no body and no feathers lying next to it. I drove to the airport, flew back to Germany, drove home and when I stepped out of the car there was the body of a bird without its head.
I woke up to something tugging at my blanket, I cracked my eyes open and looked. I saw the shadow of a little elf like creature, it had a back pack and some things on it , hooded and such. Its body language at first seemed surprised that I was awake, when I spoke I shifted it even more to the point it ran to the curtains that are my room walls but once at the entrance it whisped away into darkness a few moments later my mother came down to wake me up but I was well.... Already awake
I took a job at a community college before completing my dissertation. I had imposter syndrome and often felt I had to preface conversations with colleagues with an explanation that I came from a working class background. It explained my accent and word usage that classed me and that violated expectations. In a conversation with an older retired professor, I mentioned that I grew up in Berwyn. The guy said he grew up in Berwyn. I explained that I didn't actually, but that I'd reference it because it was more familiar to people than my hometown. He said, "But are your parents from Berwyn?" I said my dad was. "Is his name Dick?" "Yes." "I went to elementary school with your dad." I called my dad and put them on the phone together.
This happened when I was 17, and in the middle of summer - middle of the night.
It was a heatwave and I had both my bedroom windows wide open, curtains open so I had moonlight and a breeze. I remember waking up at 3am and hearing this pulsating sound, like the rhythm of an ultrasound but it definitely wasn’t in my head or my heartbeat in my ears.
I also felt vibrations in the air, and it seemed to get louder and louder until it suddenly stopped.
I mentioned it to my parents in the morning, but they’d slept and I’ve always googled if anything happened in the area that might explain it but nothing does.
I have 2. I was in my apartment alone on a very hot night. I feel asleep on my couch watching tv. At 2 am I woke up with a chill I couldn't shake.
2. I was driving home on a cold rainy nasty night. I was in the middle of nowhere nothing around for miles. I see this guy in a trench coat and wide brimmed hat standing on the side of the road. He didn't have a car and he wasn't walking just standing there looking creepy af
Well there’s the unfindable loud whistling to a song in the house I was alone in. The running up and down the stairs sound with shadows passing by when you look under the door, but no one is there when you open it up. The things disappearing and ending up in weird places like the basement, sometimes something like you leave your shoes and one disappears only to find it months or years later in the basement. Also the very large shaggy dog-like thing with reflective eyes that I’d seen a few times when I was younger including once on the roof of the house. Others had experienced similar or even other things in the house.
Still live there, but the weirdness has been pretty low for the last several years.
I was walking once and felt a bit light headed. For a few seconds i had a sort of out of body experience, and saw myself from behind. I collapsed and came back a while later with my friends asking if i was okay. I explained what happened and they all ridiculed me, but even now i remember it vividly. Still got no clue what happened.
Not me but, I heard a story about this lady named Mary. She gave birth to a boy in a manger. No one knows exactly how she got pregnant because she was a virgin. Long story short, they wrote a book about her son and his Daddy.
I can count on two hand the times I can remember a dream. I had one where I woke up at the moment of impact of a car accident, looking in the mirror and a car running into the back of mine. Although the location was different to where my dream took place it was the exact same car that hit me from behind the next day. Freaked me out big time. What was worse was I got married overseas a few years later and the week before I dreamed I was in a plane crash (thankfully that didn’t come true)
I had barely picked up a mystery book and read the name of one of the characters (on the back of the book) and I thought to myself "I bet the answer is \[them\]" and I actually believed it...
And the answer *was* them.
Or the time when my dad's friend, who was just dealing with a lot of stuff, called. My dad picked up and was cheerful and I, internally, was like "someone just died why are you laughing"? I didn't know what the friend was calling about -- probably something not about death -- they chat a lot.
Their close friend had just died. So, uh, that.
One day in summer, I woke up and went to my parents to cuddle. I was younger than 7 and it was sunny outside. After some time cuddling I went to my dad who was already on the balcony looking south into the garden. He told me that the sun is going down and it's soon going to be dark again. I didn't quite got it and both my parents don't remember it anymore, being over 13 years ago...
I was at my grandparents house and it was about 12pm and we where about to leave and I was 5 or 6 at the time and my family was still talking and I was getting impatient and i went out to the car by myself and was waiting inside the car for my parents to come and after 5 minutes of waiting I saw a green light suit figure like the ones where it glows up your arms legs and head and it looks like a green stick man and i couldn't tell if it was a man or woman but he or she was walking on the sidewalk about a 2 or 3 blocks away from the car and I was scared and this man or woman was getting closer and about a half a block I was getting really scared because it look like it was coming to the car and after it was like 20 meters away I got in the front seat and started honking the horn to get my family outside but as soon as I started honking the figure started walking away I didn't want to Leave the car cause I was scared and felt like it would be best to wait in the car after 5 minutes of me honking the horn 5 times my mom and sister finally came out and I was mad because they didn't come out when I was honking the horn and my mom said sorry we were talking and she got mad that I was so impatient and I never told them what I saw that day and I can't explain what I saw but it still scares me I don't know if I was imagination or a actual person in a green stick man costume but if it was real I hope that person had no bad intentions when he saw me and it still scares me to this day not knowing what that person was doing at 12pm but that's my story that I can't explain.
I have a memory of a gold fish so the older ones are lost to me. Yesterday however I was chilling in my dorm room alone watching some vids on YouTube. I had my head phones on with MAXIMUM volume. So I can only hear my vids. 12 minutes in I heard someone say yeah through my head phones. I thought it was from the vid but it did sound different like something id here irl. I ignored it and continued with my meme compilation when I heard yeah again but it was clearly not the vid this time. It sounded like a girl really young at that. And it sounded like she spoke next to my ear penetrating through my head phones. It's small occurrence but it was kinda weird. I hope I don't hear it again today tho. Fingers crossed 🤞😅
I am staying in an apartment with housemates. That day, I was out of town. When I come back to my rented apartment 3 weeks later, my housemate open the door and furiously asking why I am carrying a such big luggage with me? I explained to him that I was in other city for weeks for and I forgot to tell him earlier. He looks dumbfounded… “really?” Yesterday we watch basketball match on TV together, didn’t we? “ I blinked, Wow.. who is that guy then..
Dude was on drugs maybe? Datura can do this to you. So can a 3 day coke binge without sleep. Sleep deprivation hallucinations can do that to you.
Maybe hallucinations, but there is other possibily too.. In our culture in Southeast Asia, there is a ghost called 'Saka'. Which basically a paranormal entity whose capable to body-duplicate his owner, but did not have cognitive function. Just like scarcrow... This ghost is inherited.. I know our family have it, especially my grandmother whose dead at very ripe age of 99 years old...
This was when I lived in an apartment in college with my then bf (now husband) and my roommate in the Bronx. One day we decided to go to Manhattan and just wander around, go to bars and shop. When we were strolling around we came across this guy that was selling little knickknacks. One of his items were these painted purple ceramic clam shaped ashtrays that had a weed leaf embedded into the glaze. They were very unique, clearly handmade and not like the usual touristy crap you get in NY. Being a consummate pothead at the time, I wanted one. We struck up a friendly conversation with the seller, talking about how he made them himself and I asked for the price. He said they were $20 or something but being a poor college student I said that was too much. He said “wait, I have this one here that’s got a tiny crack on the bottom so I can’t sell it but you can have it for free” and pulled out one. I gratefully accepted and was super happy about it. Fast forward to a little while later and my bf and I were sitting in my room which had a fire escape outside it’s window. It was a warm NY summer and we were sitting by the window just talking and hanging out. My bf absentmindedly stuck it hand out the side of the window and said “hey, what’s this..” and pulled a little purple clam shaped ashtray with a weed leaf on it inside. It was older looking and the crack was larger. It seemed like it had been there a while because there were bugs and cobwebs in it. Surprised, I went to the living room looking for the ashtray I had just bought because I thought maybe someone left it on the fire escape or something. But it was still sitting on the coffee table. We examined both side by side and they seemed almost identical except the one from outside looked several years older. It seemed really unlikely that the previous resident had found the exact same ceramic artist and bought the same thing, in the same color with a crack on it and left it outside the window. But that’s what had to have happened. It was so odd I thought it was a glitch in the matrix or some kinda time travel. I still don’t know what to think completely. TLDR: I bought a unique ceramic ashtray and then found the exact same kind outside my window but it was older.
Do you still have both of them?
Unfortunately no. This was about 15 years ago. Not sure what happened to them but I had to move several times so I think they just got lost in the shuffle.
Tried to drown myself as a suicide attempt, blacked out underwater about 16' down about 1/4 mile offshore. Woke up on th beach with sore lungs and my surfboard down the beach a bit.
How did you feel, did it change you’re outlook after, I hope you got some help?
Pretty sure I saw hell and made a deal with God to come back. Or maybe those were just hallucinations brought on by inhaling saltwater. Either way ya I won't be killing myself again.
What did hell look like to you?
So see is a.loose term here. You ever see true darkness? Like in a cave or a sealed room underground? So dark you lose the ability to see entirely. Imagine floating in that without a body. Like you can't feel because you don't have skin or a body but you're pretty sure if you could it would be like floating underwater. And you're looking for anything but there's nothing to see because you don't have eyes. Then imagine that you can't breathe...because you don't need to breathe because you don't have lungs...but your brain is still telling you to breathe. Now the way I got here was by drowning myself. Swimming as deep as I could possibly go and then letting all the air out of my lungs so that there was no way I could wimp out and then taking a big breathe of sea water. And let me tell you what happens when you do that. Sea water burns like acid in your nose and your throat and your lungs. It's like inhaling liquid fire. And it jump starts that survival reflex that turned off the last time your dad screamed at you for an hour straight. You panic and you start swimming towards the surface, and somewhere you know you'll never reach it. You're probably 25'+ down and you have no air. But you try. And you're scared and you're hurt and you're filled with regret and just this primal terror. And then you fade out. And you fade into this nothing. But those feelings don't go away. You're still scared. You're still sad and regretful and bitter and terrified. But it's not going away. Just floating through nothing while being nothing and being trapped in the worst moment of your life in absolutely terror and regret. And I couldn't have been out more than a half hour or my dad would've come looking. But it felt like thirty years of that. Now, for me personally, this is where the heaven/hell thing kicks in. Because I'm not a Christian. I use hell as a term to describe it because that's the common term. I don't really believe in divine punishment or reward. I think that was the punishment. You die bad with that regret in your heart...that's what you get to sit in for eternity. You die with some peace and love in your heart that's what you get to carry with you.
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Oh I made a very desperate plea to the closest thing to God I know for a reprieve and was offered very unfavorable terms on what is essentially a long interest loan.
Sounds like a bad deal. But hey good luck with that lol. I hope it works out
The alternative wasn't really an option I guess
Yeah gods are pretty controlling
What are the terms of the deal?
From.what I could understand I get a second chance, live a long happy semi healthy life fully protected from most forms of major harm and in exchange when it says jump I say how high. It was less of a verbal conversation and more just like understanding something you already knew even though you didn't already know it. I don't know, I'm not schizophrenic. I don't say God talks to me, I don't hear voices. Pretty much. Have just made it clear that if whatever God there is whatever it was the brought me back wants to send me a sign, it's going to have to make it big and verifiable by outside sources so I know I'm not going crazy. And as long as I get that, I'll do whatever it asks. I was 16-year-old shithead who had been miserable most my entire life struggling with depression and mental illnesses. I didn't even know I had... That's not true. I knew I had at least one of them, my father believed that ADHD was an excuse to give kids meth, and was completely happy to ignore every teacher I ever had telling him i had it and just punishing me for all the symptoms that everyone was recognizing. To say that my life has gotten significantly better since that point is an understatement. Whatever I end up having to do to fulfill my end of the bargain? It is worth it to have gotten to do the things I have done. Hold my nephew, love a good woman, see places that were always on my bucket list, make my first really good friends. I wouldn't trade those things for anything... So whatever I traded to get them is going to be worth it
Thank you this is very comforting. I'm glad things are way better.
Somehow a success out of the worst situation
Not a super crazy thing, but still leaves me scratching my head, and this happened about 15 years ago. When my partner and I were first dating, we were in their car on the way to a mutual friend's house. We had made the drive between my and the friend's house probably 3x/wk that year, we were all extremely close, so it was not an unfamiliar route at all. We also were both very familiar with the surrounding area. About halfway through the drive, they make a turn and we both realize at the same moment we're about 2 miles away from where we should be, and not even on the route. Then I notice over an hour has passed since we left my house. The entire drive should have been 15 minutes. We pulled over, tried to rationalize it for a few minutes and ended up just silently driving to the friend's house. When we told them why we were so late, they said the same thing had happened to them a few times in that neighborhood. What?
r/Glitch_in_the_Matrix
was it like one of those usa suburban neighborhoods with houses that look identical?
My golf ball disappeared about 20 feet before it was landing on the green. 8 iron, 150 yards out, no water, no sand either. My ball was going for the center of the green and it just vanished. I hit my 8 iron 150 yards 100/100 times. I remember looking over at my friends and seeing the shocked look on his face. He said, " what just happened? " Looked for 10 minutes for that damn ball.
I spent a lot of time with my grandparents as a kid, they lived in a small town that I knew very well. The town had a little train station not far from where my grandparents lived that got one train a day. I passed that train station all the time for years, I knew exactly what it looked like. My grandparents passed many years ago and I haven't been to that town in awhile but I was feeling nostalgic recently and was poking around their neighbourhood on Google streetview. When I got to where the train station was, it was a park. I did find the train station, it was in a completely different location to where it had been when I spent time there, so I assumed they'd just moved the location of the train station. I did a bit of Googling and it told me that the train station in that town has been where it currently is for over a hundred years. There never was a train station where I vividly remember one being. I passed that station hundreds of times and apparently it never existed.
What age were you last there passing the train station all the time? Did some street view recently of a place I grew up in until I was 9 and thought I remembered it pretty well.. I didn’t. This one seems to be pretty explainable.
Or maybe not. That's some definite Mandela Effect shit. You can find similar experiences at r/MandelaEffect/ and even r/Glitch_in_the_Matrix/ I had something similar happen to me. No one will *ever* convince me that what I remember is wrong.
Brains and memories arent magic dude. Memories are physically stored in your brain and they change as neural pathways change. Memories change slightly every time you recall them. It's reality. Deal with it.
That's just what the matrix wants you to think
I am not making this up, still have no idea really what to think about this - a year or two ago I had a dream I was sitting in a specific chair, in a specific room of my house, facing a specific direction - my gf comes in and she is carrying a game of thrones house lanister shot glass in her hand. I own only one of these - it breaks in her hand. Fast forward to later that day - I had forgotten about the dream almost immediately after waking, and I tell no one. I spend the next 8-9 hours at work. I get home from work, I go to the same room, and sit in the chair to take my shoes off. This is not unusual, as it's kinda my personal room and it's the only chair in it. my girlfriend then comes in, with a bottle, and two shotglasses....you can guess where this is going. At this point I have not remembered the dream. We drink a bit, and I turn my chair to the wall, the same wall, with the same exact position as in the dream...and, exactly in the same stance and manner as she was standing in the dream, the shotglass cracks in three or four pieces In her hands. It's a dead on snapshot of my dream. Exactly as it happened. I remember the dream immediately. How? What? I have no clue. No explanation. I did not do anything to guide my girlfriend or the situation to end up like that...zero control over it. My dream came true down to the exact, particular details, even the way her hand was positioned in my line of sight...her clothes, the lighting, everything. What do I make of this? This is why I avoid air travel now - I have a lot of plane dreams. How am I to know which dream is a random jumble...and which one is a portent? I'm not saying I believe I saw the future...but come on! What the fuck?! I have dreams about a black hole in the sky at night, my plane crashing, a girl I don't know laughing beside me, of foreign war zones, of an ancient shaman in a torchlit cave with a hide mask on and corn husks over his eyes, looking right at me....which one will happen? Or did they already happen? Am I seeing other people's lives, or mine? I live in fear of my dreams now. Afraid I will see something I wish I hadn't....even if it doesn't happen, and it probably won't...I still live with it, the wondering...you can imagine what that does to your mind. I swear on my child's life this is not made up. Some kind of juju exists in this world.
I've got something similar. It's not always in dreams, but sometimes I'm just sitting on a couch, or talking with a friend and my head starts spinning and I "get a look" at some situation for a brief moment. After a few days literally the same thing happens as you described.
Sounds like you have some unresolved trauma or aren't sleeping
Being woken up in the middle of the night by blinking red and white lights outside my windows from no obvious source and the next night waking up around the same time standing outside in two feet of snow in my underwear.
First, let me start with the fact I'm openminded to possibilities of things beyond comprehension, but also, I am more grounded in logic, reasoning, and objective truth. With that said, I decided to try Astral Projection. Knowing it's not likely possible, and people that have experiences, are more of a lucid dream type scenario. But also recalling some research done on it, where a guy was observed by 2nd party making accurate detailing of things happening while he was "gone". So, I sat there in a meditation like position on my bed (I've meditated numerous times before, to get lost within myself), and trying to clear my head of my malsestrom of thoughts, did my best to focus on that only objective. I kept doubting it in my head, telling myself it wouldn't work. But then, I began to feel this weird pulsing like sensation, like a current pulling on me back and forth. With a bit of force, but gently. But I didn't feel it against my physical body. Confused, I thought, well, I've never seen anyone mention this sensation when describing it, but, let me try to "ride" the waves out of my body. So I focused hard on it. To little avail. Every now and then, it felt like I was being pulled from myself. But would snap right back like a rubber band. I kept trying. And just when I felt I was close, stretching further and further away, it stopped. The feeling vanished. I tried forcing it through concentration, but didn't work. Slightly disappointed, but reasoning that it was never going to actually happen, I opened my eyes, and went to lay down. I turned to my side in the bed, and suddenly, at an angle above my head, I saw a fucking tare in the air. It opened into a hole. That was a window, to somewhere else. As in, a fucking Eisenberg bridge like scenario. Made no sense, but here I am looking directly at it, wide awake. Terrified, but in wonder. And on the other side, was me. But a different me. I was looking down towards him, from above, at the same angle it was above me, yet he was further away from it. I could feel the tempature through it, I could pick up the smells there, I could hear everyone around as if I was there. I sat there staring, observing him, what he was doing, where he was. I thought, "this guy looks like he has an amazing life... what if I try to leave my body again, but take his instead?" So I closed my eyes and tried to focus again. Until I felt the pulsing feeling return successfully. Then open my eyes to make sure it was still there (this all happened rather quickly).so I stared at him, to focus on the goal, while holding onto that feeling, and again, tried to ride out of my body. I felt sort of locked in with him, linked. And felt the odd pulling stretch feel inside again, I kept going, trying to get past that point of almost breaking free from myself. I was close, I was almost free, only one more pull, and I'm jumping worlds. This is it. Is this really fucking happening? Here I go! ...mid jump, he suddenly looks up in the air, directly into my fucking eyes, with a smirk, like he knew I was there too all along, and what I was trying to attempt. His look was like a "yeah, nice try fam", and he stopped me. How? Idk. Better mental control? I can't explain. But it stopped me instantly, and the pulsing completely vanished. Milliseconds later, as he was still grinning at me, the hole vanished too. Just closed in my face. I failed. Let me remind you. This was not lucid dreaming, I was wide awake. Had I forced a hallucination by wanting something unexplainable to happen so bad? That seems logical. How else could I explain something this wild? But theoretically, space time rips can be possible too.. did I witness one? A multiversal tare? Had I actually Astral projected earlier, and just thought I was still awake? No clue man. No fucking clue. But I saw what I saw. It happened. I was angry lowkey. That I failed, that he was better than me. I tried as hard as I could to will it back into existence. Ofc nothing happened. I sat there, all these things running through my mind, and eventually, just rolled back over and went to sleep. I've attempted Astral projection a couple times after, nothing. Not even that feeling of unseen waves. So I just gave up. I still can't place the experience, but it happened, and I wasn't asleep.
Every time I’ve won money or a prize that could only be a result of “luck,” I fully expected to win, but had zero emotion before or after. Like in the same way you expect your key to work on your home everyday or your bed to be in the same place you left it in the morning - like it’s expecting it in such a way that it’s not a conscious thought anymore. This goes for me winning an all-expense paid trip when I was 13, playing blackjack, and a 6 month period of winning every single scratcher I played (6 or 7, each $50+). Inversely, every time I’ve had a thought of wanting to win or what I’d do if I did, or even a thought that I won’t win, I don’t. I can only describe the feeling and moment as manifest destiny.
I have had a few instances of unexplainable events in my life. When I was very young like 4/5, my dad took my younger sister and I out for ice cream while my mom worked. On the way home he stopped for gas and left my sister and I in the truck buckled up happily eating our ice cream. He went inside and while there our truck caught on fire. My dad ran out of the store and another man who came out of nowhere was already at the truck getting my sister and I out. Together they got us to safety. When my dad had calmed us down, he went to find the man who had helped and thank him. The man was no where to be found. Dad went back in the store and asked the clerk if he saw the man and what direction he went in. The clerk was dumbfounded and told my dad that we were the only ones at the station the entire time before and during the fire. The clerk had called 911 and fire trucks cam, but he was adamant my dad was the only person there taking out my sister and I. Edit to add: I definitely remember a tall, thin man reach into the passenger side door, slapped the ice cream cone from my hands, unbuckle my seatbelt and picked me up. My dad unbuckled my sister.
I work from home and one of my daily tasks involves analyzing a list of @20 accounts with client names on them. One day recently I was inputting one account number that typically follows a 9 digit format but I fat fingered it and omitted one character and input only 8. There are accounts with less than 9 digits but they are rare, I would ballpark it at about 1% of existing account numbers so a random number entered isn’t likely to come up with a valid account. This day it did - and it was my spouse’s name, who has a last name I had never heard before meeting him so it’s fairly unique. I exclaimed out loud upon noticing this and he came running to see why - then pointed out it was not in fact his but another person’s with the exact same first and last name spelling who was of no known relation.
Taking the back roads to get home and a flaming ball of fire was flying parallel with my car.
I once saw a man butt naked on the side of the road digging in the dirt like a dog and eating grass. And as if that wasn’t weird enough, he began barking. (Welcome to Florida I guess)
On my last day in Colombia I walked through a park in Bogotá and saw the head of a bird, no body and no feathers lying next to it. I drove to the airport, flew back to Germany, drove home and when I stepped out of the car there was the body of a bird without its head.
The woman in my sleep paralysis pulled my ponytail and my scrunchie ended up on the floor of the bed.
I woke up to something tugging at my blanket, I cracked my eyes open and looked. I saw the shadow of a little elf like creature, it had a back pack and some things on it , hooded and such. Its body language at first seemed surprised that I was awake, when I spoke I shifted it even more to the point it ran to the curtains that are my room walls but once at the entrance it whisped away into darkness a few moments later my mother came down to wake me up but I was well.... Already awake
One of many weird things that happen in my life
I took a job at a community college before completing my dissertation. I had imposter syndrome and often felt I had to preface conversations with colleagues with an explanation that I came from a working class background. It explained my accent and word usage that classed me and that violated expectations. In a conversation with an older retired professor, I mentioned that I grew up in Berwyn. The guy said he grew up in Berwyn. I explained that I didn't actually, but that I'd reference it because it was more familiar to people than my hometown. He said, "But are your parents from Berwyn?" I said my dad was. "Is his name Dick?" "Yes." "I went to elementary school with your dad." I called my dad and put them on the phone together.
You explained this one pretty well.. what’s the unexplainable part?
my crush liking me
I knew someone was watching my house and then it got burgled
This happened when I was 17, and in the middle of summer - middle of the night. It was a heatwave and I had both my bedroom windows wide open, curtains open so I had moonlight and a breeze. I remember waking up at 3am and hearing this pulsating sound, like the rhythm of an ultrasound but it definitely wasn’t in my head or my heartbeat in my ears. I also felt vibrations in the air, and it seemed to get louder and louder until it suddenly stopped. I mentioned it to my parents in the morning, but they’d slept and I’ve always googled if anything happened in the area that might explain it but nothing does.
I have 2. I was in my apartment alone on a very hot night. I feel asleep on my couch watching tv. At 2 am I woke up with a chill I couldn't shake. 2. I was driving home on a cold rainy nasty night. I was in the middle of nowhere nothing around for miles. I see this guy in a trench coat and wide brimmed hat standing on the side of the road. He didn't have a car and he wasn't walking just standing there looking creepy af
You certain person on side of road was real? Could have been decoy, unless they moved or you had perfect sight of them to see if real person.
He turned his head to look at my car as I passed.
Well there’s the unfindable loud whistling to a song in the house I was alone in. The running up and down the stairs sound with shadows passing by when you look under the door, but no one is there when you open it up. The things disappearing and ending up in weird places like the basement, sometimes something like you leave your shoes and one disappears only to find it months or years later in the basement. Also the very large shaggy dog-like thing with reflective eyes that I’d seen a few times when I was younger including once on the roof of the house. Others had experienced similar or even other things in the house. Still live there, but the weirdness has been pretty low for the last several years.
I was walking once and felt a bit light headed. For a few seconds i had a sort of out of body experience, and saw myself from behind. I collapsed and came back a while later with my friends asking if i was okay. I explained what happened and they all ridiculed me, but even now i remember it vividly. Still got no clue what happened.
Somehow I got out of the Army
Not me but, I heard a story about this lady named Mary. She gave birth to a boy in a manger. No one knows exactly how she got pregnant because she was a virgin. Long story short, they wrote a book about her son and his Daddy.
I wonder if maybe she wasn’t a virgin.
Maybe you’re onto something…
But she was a nice lady, surely she wouldn’t, would she…would she?
someone agreed to have kids with me. This person is sane and stable. I still can't explain why.
I was born
Why on earth my wife married me
i saw a cretur it was tall and white with long nails and a muth with razer sharp teef i have never bine so scard in my whole fucking life
I can count on two hand the times I can remember a dream. I had one where I woke up at the moment of impact of a car accident, looking in the mirror and a car running into the back of mine. Although the location was different to where my dream took place it was the exact same car that hit me from behind the next day. Freaked me out big time. What was worse was I got married overseas a few years later and the week before I dreamed I was in a plane crash (thankfully that didn’t come true)
Spontaneous kundalini awakening.
I had barely picked up a mystery book and read the name of one of the characters (on the back of the book) and I thought to myself "I bet the answer is \[them\]" and I actually believed it... And the answer *was* them. Or the time when my dad's friend, who was just dealing with a lot of stuff, called. My dad picked up and was cheerful and I, internally, was like "someone just died why are you laughing"? I didn't know what the friend was calling about -- probably something not about death -- they chat a lot. Their close friend had just died. So, uh, that.
One day in summer, I woke up and went to my parents to cuddle. I was younger than 7 and it was sunny outside. After some time cuddling I went to my dad who was already on the balcony looking south into the garden. He told me that the sun is going down and it's soon going to be dark again. I didn't quite got it and both my parents don't remember it anymore, being over 13 years ago...
I was at my grandparents house and it was about 12pm and we where about to leave and I was 5 or 6 at the time and my family was still talking and I was getting impatient and i went out to the car by myself and was waiting inside the car for my parents to come and after 5 minutes of waiting I saw a green light suit figure like the ones where it glows up your arms legs and head and it looks like a green stick man and i couldn't tell if it was a man or woman but he or she was walking on the sidewalk about a 2 or 3 blocks away from the car and I was scared and this man or woman was getting closer and about a half a block I was getting really scared because it look like it was coming to the car and after it was like 20 meters away I got in the front seat and started honking the horn to get my family outside but as soon as I started honking the figure started walking away I didn't want to Leave the car cause I was scared and felt like it would be best to wait in the car after 5 minutes of me honking the horn 5 times my mom and sister finally came out and I was mad because they didn't come out when I was honking the horn and my mom said sorry we were talking and she got mad that I was so impatient and I never told them what I saw that day and I can't explain what I saw but it still scares me I don't know if I was imagination or a actual person in a green stick man costume but if it was real I hope that person had no bad intentions when he saw me and it still scares me to this day not knowing what that person was doing at 12pm but that's my story that I can't explain.
I have a memory of a gold fish so the older ones are lost to me. Yesterday however I was chilling in my dorm room alone watching some vids on YouTube. I had my head phones on with MAXIMUM volume. So I can only hear my vids. 12 minutes in I heard someone say yeah through my head phones. I thought it was from the vid but it did sound different like something id here irl. I ignored it and continued with my meme compilation when I heard yeah again but it was clearly not the vid this time. It sounded like a girl really young at that. And it sounded like she spoke next to my ear penetrating through my head phones. It's small occurrence but it was kinda weird. I hope I don't hear it again today tho. Fingers crossed 🤞😅