So something super weird just happened and I’m honestly so confused.

​I woke up thinking I was late. I looked at the phone and it said 5:37 AM, and the sky outside was already bright. I rushed out of bed, started cooking rice, and went straight to take a shower.

​Right after I finished showering, I noticed everything went dark. I thought it was just getting cloudy, but when I checked the phone again... it was 3:07 AM. Still pitch black outside.

​What is this phenomenon called? Did I dream the whole thing, or did my brain just completely make up the morning routine? Has anyone else experienced something like this?

(I use AI to translate my story but the story is real 💯)

I’m a outdoorsman. I’m also very passionate about stargazing and the outdoors in general. The area I live in has a lot of light pollution; so I wanted to camp, hike and do all those fun stuff in a place with the least light pollution possible. So id used these online maps that show the lower 48 state’s light pollution metrics. I figured out that an area, 4.5 hours drive away, was the perfect spot. It was a highly secluded place, very quiet and clam. Drones, and motor vehicles of any kind were strictly banned. It was deep in wilderness where I’d picked to camped out. So, around 8PM, I decide to hike a bit find a good spot to stargaze and check out Pleiades, Jupiter, Venus, Mars, Milky Way etc.
As I’m walking, I swear god! I see a dude age 30 or so, fully suited up. No bag, or any other equipment—NOTHING. Just full-suit and dress shoes. He waved from far, i was deeply weirded out, so I waved back!
The place was so wet, muddy, and buggy. This guy was just casually walking in clean black and white suit.
Question is, why would someone be fully suited up like it’s wedding or something, deep in the wilderness where it’s mega quiet, no music, cars or anything is allowed??

I once met a horse outside a bar in Moscow.

My ex took a picture of me, the horse, and the bar in the background (with my phone). I'm giving the horse a carrot (provided by its Russian owner) and looking pretty goofy. It was a fun memory, so I posted it on Instagram. When we got home, I showed the picture again to all of my friends because I'm obnoxious like that, and told the story.

My now-partner and I were talking about that incident yesterday, and I was going to pull up the picture (to look at it myself), and... I'm gone from the picture. It's just the horse. But the CAPTION still says something dorky along the lines of, like, "feeding the bouncer" (the horse). But my goofy-looking self IS GONE.

My partner remembers me in the picture and can even describe what I was wearing. My friends remember! I remember! Everyone remembers me in that picture, BUT I'M NOT IN IT. I checked my album, my ex's posts, and I'm NOWHERE. IT'S JUST THE HORSE.

Please, explain?!

Last night I came home and found my apartment door wide open.

No break-in. Nothing missing. Just my toaster standing in the middle of the hallway.

I put it back in the kitchen, locked the door, and went to bed.

This morning it was in the hallway again. This time with two slices of toast inside, already cold and hard.

I live alone. No roommate. No cat. No one else has a key.

Now I’m sitting here wondering if I should file a police report on my toaster or just accept that it has a life of its own.

Before you guys huddle in the comments concerned about my mental health- no I am not unwell. I do not have or had Schizophrenia, my home’s Carbon Monoxide levels are healthy and I had no significant trauma that caused me what I’m about to tell you.  

This happened about 6 months ago. I have pondered every single day since putting together every single memory and evidence of my husband’s existence. My husband is my everything. We got married about 2 years ago after dating for 8 years- since high school. I saw him grow right in front of my eyes. So did he. I have touched his face, kissed everywhere on it in every phase of our togetherness. I know when he got acne, I know when it started clearing up, I know when his peach fuzz started growing thicker all of a sudden, I KNOW EVERY DETAIL OF HIS FACE, HIS BEING WITH MY EYES CLOSED. Oh God I am so frustrated! I fell in love with this face and this very face haunts me now. He has beautiful wavy hair, big dark brown doe eyes, thin lips, and a chubby face. 

Now back to 6 months ago. It’s a weekend. The warm sunlight hit my face. Around this time my husband and I usually have a lighter sleep, we both consciously cuddle and he pulls me close to him inside his huggiest, softest arms. I remember enjoying every bit of it. I started feeling his face while he buried it in my neck. When I ran my fingers by his jawline, I said, “Damn shawty, you outmogging me today.” (Ik cringe, ik ik). He laughed low and lazy. I felt slightly alarmed, his voice sounded a bit different. I thought he just had a bit of cold and ignored. I said again “ No fr it feels sharp. Maybe you don’t have to start working out at all.” He did not respond. Just dug his face deeper and and started breathing heavy. We slept for 2 more hours. I woke up with his kiss, my eyes still closed. He was asking if I want to shower together. I told him to set up the bathrooom with towels while I get up slowly. When I opened my eyes, my heart skipped a beat for a quick second as I glanced at him walking into the bathroom. I only saw him for a second before he went in. He looked so different.  

I blamed foggy morning brain and got up and stretched. I grabbed my phone to check the time real quick. I felt shocked. The man in my lockscreen, smiling at me was someone else- A completely different person. This man had completely kinky curly hair, full lips, hazel eyes and dimples on a chiseled face- almost uncanny looking. I stood there holding my phone for a minute. My husband from inside the bathroom started calling me, “Hun, you coming? I’m done taking a dump!” I start panicking but think this is a stupid prank of his. I asked him “Baby haha funny but seriously who is this man in my phone?” as I walked inside the bathroom. I felt my whole body, every single cell stand up. The man sitting inside the bathroom waiting for me was not my baby, my love. He’s the same man as my lockscreen. I started to back off, he saw my face and got extremely worried. He asked me what happened and I didn’t respond. I ran out of the bathroom to the living room where another shock was waiting for me. Our huge wedding pic that was hanging on the wall had that strange man and me in it! I opened my phone and started to skim through the gallery. EVERY SINGLE PICTURE IS THAT MAN AND NOT MY HUSBAND. How did his face change overnight? Am I okay? Am I losing it? Am I pregnant so my hormones are making me messy? I started thinking every little to big possibilities. He came running after me to the living room a couple seconds later. Who is this man? He looked different, sounded different. However, the same loving, endearing tone.  

I realized something was seriously wrong and I had to cool my head first before I told anyone about what had just happened. He came and hugged me and I hugged him back skeptically. I told him I had a bad dream and kind of carried it along in real life half asleep.  

Over the next few days, I figured out the only thing that’s different in him from my husband was just how he looked and sounded. Everything else about him was the same. My heart started convincing my brain at one point that this was the same person. My brain kept me alert. I had been to his parents’ place more times than the whole duration of our marriage just to snoop around. Let’s say this man I am currently living with somehow abducted my real husband and replaced every digital and printed pics in my phone and house with his face. The only hope was the very old album pics that my mother-in-law had- categorized in different album books. I went to her one day without my supposed husband. After a bit, I asked her to bring out all the albums to revisit memories. I had my heart beating so fast while I was holding the first album book. I was hoping and praying that the pics showed my actual loml’s face.  

I think I am losing my mind and I cannot tell anyone. I only confided in my friend after holding it in for months. She is empathetic towards it but I don’t think she believes me- I don’t blame her. I told her how my husband’s childhood pictures turned out to be a smaller version of that uncanny fuck. Even the picture that had spilled coffee mark in the back of him holding dandelions is the same exact pic, just the younger version of the other man, not my husband. She, just like anyone else in this fuckface world, told me my love always looked like that and that something happened to me. It breaks me every time I think of distancing myself from that man in my mind- what if he is actually my baby? He behaves like my husband, talks like him, takes care of melike him, DOES EVEYTHING LIKE HIM. WHAT IF THIS MAN IS HIM? What if I am just stuck in a bad dream and unintentionally pushing my love away from me? I got x-rays of my brain to ensure I do not have anything funky inside. Came out all positive. I am okay. Then what? I just want some outside perspective, some comfort from strangers. 

Edit: Hi I would like to address some comments for clarity.

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1. A lot of comments think it’s fake Ai writing. I am capable of making proper sentence structures with correct grammar. My entire life Ai was not a thing, it’s recent.

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1. I called it xray instead of CT scan or any other medical term because we call every scan related thing xray in my native language.

Just like calling it pampers instead of diapers. It was a quick and cheap way to determine primarily if there’s anything wrong with me before we moved on to mri and other procedures.

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1. To only a couple people believing me, thank you. The others who don’t, I genuinely don’t blame you.

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1. I am also not just sitting here doing nothing. Posting here is one of the ways I am dealing with this. If I genuinely get no helpful advice I will be deleting the post because I posted here for advice.

Before you say I am crazy or smth, my girlfriend saw the same. I was in my apartment with my girl and my friend chilling and playing some games. My dog was sleeping in the hall. Our position on the L shaped sofa was my friend and my girl on one side with the space between them and I was on the other side. My dog of 8 months woke up suddenly came to us and we called her to climb on sofa which she did right in the middle of my friend and my girl. I started making moves with my fingers which always attracted my dog to play with. But that's when it happened. In a blink of a second she teleported next to me play with my hand... I can deny all assumptions that I blinked or smth because it is a rotweiler that is heavy and not that agile even with 8 months. It is a heavy dog even now. I would see some movement especially that close to me. I was looking her right in eyes. All I saw was a siluethe where she went and felt when she smashed into my body, she also felt dog hitting her leg. In one moment you can see my dog on the other side of sofa in other moment, literally 0.01 sec she is next to me. And you have 1 or 1.5m from those 2 positions. My girl saw the same. We looked at each other and started panicking wtf just happened... It's giving me chills even now when I am writing

I’ve had this memory burned into my head for over two decades, and it still completely messes with me. This happened back in 2002 when I was in 7th grade.
Every single school day followed the exact same routine. Without fail, I woke up at 6:55 AM. That specific morning, though, I woke up with an intensely heavy feeling of déjà vu—like my brain was screaming, you’ve literally lived this exact second before.
I got up, skipped checking the clock because I didn't need to, took a shower, got dressed, brushed my teeth and hair, packed my backpack, and walked out the door. My walk to school was a straight shot of about six town blocks.
Stepping outside, the air smelled like an early morning. I rounded the first corner, and my neighbor was out front spraying down the driver's side of his car, exactly like he did every single day. Only this time, he gave me this weird, lingering smile as I walked past. I didn't see a single other kid outside, which I just figured meant I was running a bit late and everyone else had already made it there.
So, I picked up the pace, hustled down the blocks, and finally hit the school doors.
That’s when things got deeply wrong.
There wasn't a single soul outside, but the teachers' and staff parking lots were completely packed with cars. Total silence. I walked up to the main front doors and tried the handle—locked tight. Confused, I pulled my old Nokia phone out of my pocket to check the time so I could figure out what period had already started.
It wasn't morning. It was almost 8:00 PM.
I had walked that exact same six-block route, watched my neighbor water his car, and felt the morning air—only to apparently lose twelve hours of time somewhere between my front door and the school steps. Still makes my stomach drop thinking about it.
Anyone else experience a massive time-skip like this out of nowhere?

I think I accidentally stepped into a parallel universe, and I only realized something was wrong because of John Cena. Everything was completely normal. The world, the people, the news, the movies, everything. Then, at some point, I came across the story of John Cena, who apparently used to be a mid-card WWE wrestler before getting fired in 2006. He then got cast as Captain America in 2011 and went on to become one of the biggest Hollywood stars in the world. Now here’s where things got weird: I distinctly remembered John Cena being one of the biggest WWE superstars ever, so I Googled him, expecting to find the same history I knew. But in this reality, that version of his career apparently never existed. His wrestling career was insignificant compared to his Hollywood success. I remember feeling confused because everyone else seemed to know this as common knowledge. Nobody thought it was strange. I even recently saw a promo for Street Fighter featuring him as Guile, which somehow fits perfectly into this version of his life. The bizarre thing is that I didn’t question anything else about the world. It all felt completely ordinary until this one detail made me realize something was off. And then I woke up. This wasn’t just some random, nonsensical scenario my brain threw together. It felt like I had genuinely been living in another version of reality, with its own history, where everything made sense except for the fact that John Cena’s life had unfolded differently. Because the unsettling part is that I didn’t realize I was dreaming until the end.

So, I just went pee, right? And the TP roll was almost empty, only like 4 squares left. So I used the last of it, washed my hands, and I go to replace the empty roll with a fresh one. I pop the holder bar out, turn to my left to throw away the empty, turn towards the mirror pick up a new roll, squint at it to make sure it's oriented correctly. Then I turn around to pop on the new roll...

And there's ALREADY a brand new roll on the holder. And at first I think "Did I replace it already?" But no, I know I didn't, it was one series of movements, remove empty, toss empty, pick up fresh. Wtf.

So I go and I tell my roommate "wtf I just experienced a glitch in the matrix!" And I tell her what happened. And SHE says "you can't have used the last of a roll. I REPLACED IT AN HOUR AGO. I just put on a new one."

And I'm like, "no, it was empty, I used the last of it. And she's like "no, you can't have," and I'm like "I KNOW I did."

So I looked in the bin, and sure enough, the empty cardboard tube is there, and so are the four or so squares I wiped with when I used the last of the roll...

And I told her this and she just looks at me like smh you're being ridiculous and says she has to go to work.

Meanwhile I am questioning reality.

Okay so this is going to sound genuinely insane, and no I’m not on anything. Me and my best friend grew up together in Henderson Nevada and basically the entirety of school when I was there we had to do Nevada state history. State semi precious gem is turquoise and its precious gemstone is virgin valley black fire opal. State bird is a mountain bluebird. Shii has been hammered into my brain. Yet a city me and my friend remember (FONDLY MIND YOU, FROM PERSONAL EXPERIENCE). Yeah, apparently it doesn’t, and has never existed. I wanna chalk it up to misremembering but we both remember visiting and driving through it and even remember where in Nevada it was (it was like in the middle of Reno and elko) we could be losing our shits but this is genuinely so weird, a cool ass city we remember doesn’t even actually exist. City was emerald city (ik there’s an emerald city in Washington and stuff referred by the nickname emerald city, but no actual city)

Edit: 13k views wtf😭 anyway there used to be an emerald city but like a while ago so me and bro are just a lil dumb with the right idea, and mistaken that old ahh town for another thing with emerald in the name🤷🏻‍♂️ the more you know I guess

Edit again: bro I don’t really use Reddit and posted ts cuz me and my friend were confused… why tf does TS have almost 30k views😭

Me and my fiance both experienced a complete glitch in time along side fractal memories of a similar but not the same universe. This just occured this evening. Has anyone else suffered this tonight? I dont know weather to link it to spiritual travel, CERN hiccups or even aliens who knows? Thats why I am here. I need to know if anyone else has or experiencing this right now.

Things are normal now but the situation has too many factors and people involved to be coincidental.

I was in a horrible mood after work. As I was walking home feeling hopeless, I thought "look, I'm not gonna myself, but I would still really like some sort of sign affirming I shouldn't." After a few moments I then added on "and make it something extremely obvious. You know I'm dense."

Cut forward a couple hours, I'm eating dinner with one of my roommates, and I start doing the mathler (a daily math puzzle game I do every evening that gives you the answer to an equation, and you're supposed to figure out what that equation is). I asked my roommate to choose a random number 1-100 and I would base my equation on whatever they chose. I submitted the guess, and it said I got a division sign right.

I jokingly told my friend, "congrats, you got a sign."

They said back, "this is your sign." They paused for a second, then looked me dead in the eye to repeat with conviction, "this is your sign."

I did ask for an extremely obvious sign lol. Coincidence or something significant? Who can say?

A few years ago, around 2023–2024, I was sitting in bed slightly zoning out when I suddenly heard a man’s voice yell “WAKE UP.” It sounded like he was literally right next to me, like he yelled directly into my ear. I was completely alone. There’s no way it was one of my neighbors, it was way too loud, I’m on the second floor and nobody was even outside. I still think about it all the time. I have no idea if it was a hallucination or what, but I’ve never heard that voice again or experienced anything like it. I wasn’t even tired or that zoned out.

Sometimes I think about those theories where you’re actually in a coma and everything you’re experiencing is happening in your head, and that experience really makes me wonder about it………

I 27F have always been very close with my grandparents, especially my grandpa Unfortunately, he passed away last month. My whole family came to stay with my Grandma for a couple weeks so we could support her and all mourn together. But something really strange is happening.

A little back story. My grandparents own a very large farm house on 7 acres. A large portion of that land is wooded. My four older brothers and I would spend a big portion of our summers out here so we know these woods like the back of our hands. There was a particular path that lead to a small clearing where my brothers and I would camp out with our grandpa. This clearing had one massive tree right in the middle of it. One summer when I was six grandpa took us out to camp as usual but when we got there he surprised us with a tire swing on the big tree. We were all very excited and it made our little camp outs with Grandpa even better. I have many many fond memories of my grandpa at that tree on that tire swing. Even after I grew up, whenever I would come to visit my grandparents I would often walk down that trail and visit that tire swing. My grandpa would even come along sometimes.

About a year before my grandpa passed, I got a big opportunity with my job and had to move a few hours north of my home town so I didn't get to visit my grandparents as often and when I did visit, I didn't go out for those walks like I used to. So it's been about a year since I last saw the tree with the tire swing.

Fast-forward to yesterday afternoon, we've been at my grandmas for four days when memories with Grandpa and the tire swing came to mind and I decided to walk that path and visit it. I get to the end of the trail and the large tree with the tire swing is just gone. Not even a stump was left in its place. I know I was at the right spot because I know these woods. I've walked that path a billion times. I just figured maybe grandpa cut it down for some reason and maybe had the stump removed? Very bummed I walked back to my grandma's. When I got there I asked her why grandpa had cut down the tree. She said she didn't even know about the tire swing and she doesn't know if he cut down the tree or why. I didn't find this strange as Grandma never came out into the woods and never really knew what Grandpa did out there, (she's not the outdoorsy type) so maybe she just didn't know about it. Things get strange when I go tell my brothers. I said something along the lines of "remember the clearing we used to camp at with Grandpa? He cut down the big tree with the tire swing" When I said that, they all look at me like I have two heads and tell me that there was never a large tree in the clearing and that grandpa never had a tire swing. All four of them agree on this. I ask my parents and they say they have no recollection of a tire swing either. At this point a fight starts because my most precious memories with Grandpa are in this clearing, by this massive tree, on that tire swing. I have memories of my brothers on that swing. I had seen this swing less that two years ago. Now all my brothers and my parents are trying to tell me that the tree and the tire swing never existed???? After a few moments of arguing, my mom tells us to drop it because we're here to remember Grandpa. We agree and drop it.

At 10 o'clock everyone went to their own rooms for the night and I realized if I could find some old pictures of us on the swing, maybe everyone would remember. I stayed up until 1 in the morning looking through all my Grandmas photo albums. We don't have a single photo of that clearing, despite all the time we spent camping out there. Not one photo of it exists.

Reddit, what is going on??? Why am I the only one who remembers the swing? What happened to it? Is it all in my head? If so, where did all these memories come from? Is this paranormal in some way? It's not just made up childhood memories, like I said, some are less than two years ago. Any answers would be great!

so i may be the only one to have experienced this but ive never posted about it so i have yet to find out.

i’m also not sure if this should be categorized as a Mandela effect or if this is more of a timeline glitch in the matrix type thing or if they are all one in the same?

i vividly remember lindsay lohan died in 2014 from an overdose. it wasn’t rehab it wasn’t hospitalization, she fully died and it was a huge thing. she became a kind of Britney murphy type figure in pop culture and her early 2000s movies became like a tribute to her iconic career etc etc. i remember every time i watched mean girls i would be like damn rip lindsay she could have been great.

I’ll never forget i was listening to a random youtube video in 2021 and it mentioned something current about her talking as if she was alive. i was so confused and instantly looked her up and was absolutely in disbelief to see she was alive.

i texted all my friends right after and was like did you know lindsay lohan is alive wtf??? and everyone thought i was crazy saying how she never died she just fell off. but no, i vividly remember she od’d in 2014 and it was all over tabloids and every thing. Still to this day i don’t understand how i can remember it so certainly and yet it never happened unless it was some kind of reality or timeline glitch. it’s something so small and insignificant but i still think and wonder about it every day.

This happened to me a few months ago and I’m still thinking about wondering what could have happened. I needed to run in the grocery store for just a minute to get some bread, so I park under the big solar panels for shade and crack my windows bc my dog is in the car. It’s not a hot day, it’s evening time and i remember carefully lowering the windows for him to a safe amount for air flow but not to jump out. I don’t know if my dog will jump out of the window, but that’s one of my biggest fears and I’ve always been careful and don’t want to find out if he jumps by giving him the opportunity. I took my keys in the store with me and got the bread. When I came out I didn’t recognize my car for a split second bc the windows were down ALL the way. I realized it was my car when his little head popped up and my heart dropped realizing ALL OF THE WINDOWS were down completely! I ran the rest of the way to my car to check on my dog and everything seemed fine with him but the sun roof was ALSO completely open? I never open my sunroof. I just sat there staring at my dog like… did someone get in here with you and roll the windows down?? I know it wasn’t me, for sure it wasn’t me.
The only thing that I can think of is there was a dog lover that saw him in the car and took it upon themselves to open the windows more? But it wasn’t hot, nearly night time, parked in shade, windows were already cracked, I wasn’t in there longer than 7 or 8 minutes, and I had my keys on me in the store!
Any ideas?

Wow 🤯

I need to start by saying I have been with my partner for over 9 years. Everything has seemed normal and usual up until last night, and I’m not really sure what to think or where to go with this.
So last night I’m doing my usual routine before going to bed. I’m in the bed with him as he is sleeping, but something caught my attention. I have NEVER once noticed anything different about his hands ever. I look down at his hand and realize that he is missing his pinky finger tip down to the top knuckle. I look at his hand and freeze. I started rapidly thinking when did this happen, how did I miss this, did he get hurt at some point and I didn’t notice, and how the heck am I just now noticing it after all this time regardless of how it happened. So I panic. Mind you I can clearly picture his hands in my mind through the years. So I start panicking a bit and going through all the photos from over the years and I call my best friend. At this point I’m thinking there is no way I just missed this in all these years. How can this be?
So I asked him this morning what had happened and he tells me that it happened when he was younger and he doesn’t like talking about it. So now I’m even more confused. So what is it? How do I go over 9 years not seeing this. How do I explain this overwhelming feeling that something is off. I’m feeling lost in a way. I kind of feel crazy in a way. Like just saying it out loud makes me feel crazy. Yet anytime I think about it I can clearly remember it differently.
Anyways pls guys idk what exactly to think. I can’t explain this sudden overwhelming feeling that something is off. Like I have just felt off since last night.
Has anyone else experienced something like that? What would this even be considered? I don’t want to sound crazy to him either trying to explain this all. Because if someone came to me saying this I would think they are crazy.

When I was 4 or 5 I had a strange experience that's followed me throughout my whole life, I'm 28 now but it's still in the back of my mind. Always.

There was a family gathering/function on a weekend at my grandparents' house and on Sunday when things were wrapping up, a young woman pulled up out of a cab directly at the gate and came straight towards me. She looked 19 or early 20s but not above 25. She talked to me in a most familiar and gentle way like she had known me my whole life but was aware I didn't know who she is because she told me she's my sister and she "came to say goodbye". She definitely seemed sad but more like she was sad for me, sad that I won't have her in my life or something, the goodbye was intense but brief and she had friends with her in the cab. Since her cab arrived it felt as if everything else just stood still, like something in me understood the significance of what was about to happen, I was surrounded by cousins but only her and i existed in that moment. She hugged me tightly, went back to the cab and it took off, then the normal pace and loudness of the world resumed. Nobody even asked me who that was, I was dumbfounded and never said anything the whole time since I'm the first born in the family and impossible I could have a sister that old, so after she left I just shrugged it off and went on to play with the other kids. Now I wasn't the kinda kid to "invent" friends, so it wasn't an imaginary friend telling me it's time to grow up. Idk if maybe it was just some teenager experimenting with drugs and her high resonated with me or something... anyone had a similar experience ? Feedback appreciated.

This year, more than ever, I've gone deep down a rabbit hole exploring a particular experience. I've set out to understand the electromagnetic signals of biological systems that we normally cannot hear

My work has focused on transforming these signals so that I can experience these invisible forces through one of our senses. In this case, sight wasn't an option, since we wouldn't be able to see this information without some kind of consciousness-altering substance. So I turned to the senses of hearing and touch instead

I used an electrical circuit as an interface between two realities. I connected this circuit to plants so that they could act as living organisms whose electromagnetic signals could be translated. Within certain parameters, this installation could be explained through technological processes in terms of science and physics. However, after many tests, anomalous results began to occur that didn't seem like such ordinary manifestations of reality

When I touched the plant, the sonic results varied considerably, and I suddenly began to wonder: why can hearing a plant alter our perception of what a living organism is capable of?

I won't claim outright that this experience was a way of communicating with plants, although the connection does feel something like that. So I began analyzing the sonic patterns. Sometimes they were unexpected and didn't correspond to my touch, which made me question whether these unexpected patterns and repetitions were anomalies and, therefore, a hidden language, or what kind of supposed glitch I was experiencing

If the sound changes when you touch different leaves, vary the pressure, or switch plants, you can encounter variations that seem random, repetitive, or unexpected. Okay, I can understand that from a rational and logical perspective. But then, when is a sonic change perceived as a natural variation, and when is it interpreted as a malfunction?

I began to think that there were more variables to consider and study, such as the relationship between the electrical properties measured by the device, the plant's behavior, and even the interpretation of the person listening

In case anyone is interested in seeing and hearing how this phenomenon works, I’ve posted videos on my profile, or I can share them via chat, showing some strange sound patterns (so as not to spam this thread). I’m really keen to get feedback and know what you all think about this circuit!

Last year I worked at a hotel for about eight months, and my shifts were completely random.

I really mean random. There was no pattern to them at all. I didn't work nights, but apart from that, I never knew when I would start, when I would finish, or which days I would have off. Every Friday I had to wait for the schedule for the following week, and basically anything could be on it.

I took the bus to work. After a while, I started noticing the same woman getting on the bus.

She would usually get on about two stops after mine. She wasn't a coworker, and she wasn't going to the hotel. She would just get on, stay on the bus after I got off, and continue wherever she was going.

The weird thing is that I kept seeing her.

Not occasionally. A lot. Like, almost every time.

At first I didn't think much of it. But eventually I started wondering how it was even possible. My schedule was supposedly completely unpredictable. I didn't have fixed working hours or fixed days off. Yet somehow, this woman and I kept ending up on the same bus.

I also used to see her on the way home in the evening.

One day I finished work and was walking to the bus stop, but I got there too late and missed the bus. So I had to wait for the next one.

I got on the next bus.

She was there.

That's when I started getting this really strange feeling about it.

I remember thinking: What if she's a bot?

You know how in video games there are characters walking around in the background so the world feels populated, but they're not actually other players? I started wondering if maybe she was something like that in my life. Just a character that was always somehow placed on my bus.

And then there's another part of the story that makes this even stranger.

During those eight months, I had to go to a physiotherapist for the first time. It was a place I'd never been to before, so I had to look up the address and figure out where to go.

I arrived at the physiotherapist's office.

And she was there.

The same woman from the bus.

She wasn't there to see the physiotherapist. She was waiting for a different doctor who was apparently also at the same place.

I remember the doctor coming out and talking to her. And this is another detail that stuck with me: she wasn't really answering the doctor. She was mostly just nodding her head.

I don't know if Italian was her first language, so maybe there was a completely normal explanation for that. I don't remember the conversation, so I don't want to make it into something it wasn't.

But seeing her there, in a place that had absolutely nothing to do with my work or my normal bus route, really freaked me out.

And then, at some point, I noticed she was wearing a T-shirt that said: "Lost in reality."

I know that's just a T-shirt. If I hadn't already been thinking about the whole situation, I probably wouldn't have given it a second thought.

But at the time, it felt almost ridiculous.

Eventually I stopped working at the hotel. And since then, I've never seen her again.

I have two cats. Both are black and white tuxedo cats, but they have distinct differences. I’ve also had them since they were kittens so I’d be able to tell them apart in the dark, regardless.

Right now I’m visiting my parents in my home town, and I took the cats with me. We’ve been staying in a cabin about 10 minutes drive away from my parents’ house, but last night I had planned to move to my parents’ because they’re going away and I’ll house sit.

Last night I went to collect my things and the cats. Only one cat (M) was there, the other (G) was outside so I decided to hang out and wait for G to come home. I then spent about two hours hanging out with M, waiting for his brother.

After waiting that long I thought oh I’ll just move M and all my stuff to my parents’ and then come back to the cabin and see if G’s come inside.

So, I put M in the cat carrier and my things in the car and drove home. I let M out of the carrier and then moved that to the garage so it’d be out of the way.

Once back at the cabin I waited there until maybe 2:30 am, and G didn’t come inside. This was annoying but not unusual, he sometimes roams and then shows up the next day with a mouse or something. So I just decided to leave the window open and I’d come back the next morning, and then I went back to my parents’ house to sleep.

This morning I woke up to drive my parents to the airport. As my mom asked me if G had showed up and I said “nah, he’s still out…” G WALKED PAST ME. 

BOTH CATS ARE HERE. 

Last Friday, our neighbor across the street (Sam) called my boyfriend and me over to her house. She said our cat, Athena, was on their truck, hissed at her (which is so unlike her, because she’s the sweetest cat ever, and loves everyone), then went into their engine compartment. We didn’t want her to think that was a good hiding spot, so my boyfriend, Luke and the other neighbor, Wes, went under and tried to scare Athena out. They chased her up and my boyfriend said she came out the top, the problem was that Sam and I were at the top waiting for her to come out, and she never came out. She literally disappeared in front of us. Luke came out from under the truck and started running up and down the street thinking she snuck by us, but she didn’t. He immediately came back and looked in the engine compartment again. No Athena. It’s been 5 days and still no Athena.

I’ve been thinking about this thing that happened to me a couple months ago, and was wondering if anyone else has had an experience like this, because I honestly don’t know what to think about it.

For some context, I was staying in my sister’s house pet siting her two cats while she and her husband were on their honeymoon. One night I was craving something sweet and recall that there was pastry shop that I had seen the other day while walking my dog, it was about ten minutes away, so I went, it was getting dark so I wanted to hurry (we live on a big city so it’s not ideal for a lonely girl to be out late), anyways I get there and it was pretty empty, it’s a big place, and kinda fancy, but there was only a couple sitting outside.

All of the workers (about 6) were sitting on a table and some were on their computers, others on their phones, i’m guessing because there was not a lot of people, so I get in and say hi, only a couple respond, and one stands up and gets behind the counter to take my order, while he does he says “Good night Ana” (which is my name) I was looking at the pastries to pick one, but when he said that I got really distracted, and confused, because mind you I have NEVER seen this guy before, ever in my life, I’m 100% sure about that, I smiled at him, and got a hard time to concentrate back into picking a pastry, I couldn’t stop thinking ‘Did he just called me by my name?’ Do I know this guy?’ ‘Where from?’ ‘I have never seen him before, right?’ there were a lot of thoughts running through my mind very quickly. I also very quickly decided that I probably miss heard him, I thought about asking him if we knew each other, but I had already decided in my mind I heard him wrong, so if I asked and he didn’t even say my name, it would have been weird. So I pick a pastry, and I pay, but as i’m about to leave, and turn my back to him and head to the door he says ‘Goodbye Ana’.

TWICE he said it TWICE, if he had just only said it once, I wouldn’t be writing this, I would be convinced I miss heard, but he didn’t, he said it TWICE. By this point I got out of there very quickly, I was scared, a part of me was convinced I had my name written somewhere in my clothes or i don’t fucking know in my forehead I guess, and the other part of me felt like I was on the Truman show, for real, because what the fuck? I’ve never been this place before, I don’t even live around the area, the place just open some months ago and I know that I don’t know this guy.

I get to my sisters house and look in the mirror for some clues, I did not had my name written anywhere, of course I wouldn’t have forgotten if I did, but I thought it was a possibility. I call my mom freaked out, and she calms me down, I also tell a couple of friends, and the next day I call my sister to tell her, we come up with a couple of theories, I could look alike someone that’s a regular there, or he could have confused me with someone else he knows, despite it would have been crazy we have the same name, or I don’t know maybe he stalks me or something.

When my sister and her husband came back from Cancun, we go together to the pastry shop again, to see if the guy is there, maybe he calls me by my name again, and this time I ask him, but he is not there, so we leave, with questions still to this day. I haven’t got back since then.

Does anyone have any theories? Do I have a brain tumor that causes me to hallucinate? Is there any kind of condition that makes you feel like you been called your name but you just hadn’t? Or is this just a glitch in the matrix?