I've looked online but not finding much aside from forums like this. I believe I have legitimately experienced glitches in the simulation. Some recent examples:

(Just to clarify, I'm not schizophrenic, nor do I hallucinate.)

I recently got prescription soap for eczema. The label said it was a cream to be applied when needed. After a few days, nothing was changing, so I double checked the instructions. It didn't say cream at all. It said it's a soap to be used on the affected areas. But it definitely did not say that the first time I looked. I have a couple of rescription painkillers and a couple of other things so I always scrutinise the instructions to make sure I'm using them right. I swear to god the label on the soap changed.

Then a day or so later I was puttng shopping away and saw there were 3 packs of baby wipes in the storage cupboard. I went to do something else for 5 minutes then went back and there was only one pack. I was alone in the house.

I also experienced time dilation a few times that week as well. I lived through an hour when it had only been less than 10 minutes. I don't do drugs.

I also randomly see my dead father every few months in different places. I can accept this might just be my subconscious or unresolved trauma but when I see him it's clear as day.

Again, I haven't got any hallucination disorders.

Feel free to roast me but I am certain these experiences were real. Trying to find someone who professionally studies this stuff but not having much luck.

I was in the living room with my brother and mom. She had bought us happy meals and I was messing around with it, as I was, well, a kid at the time. My happy meal carton was empty and I had the toy in my hand. Then, I put it inside the box and closed it so that I couldnt see the toy anymore. It was sitting on carpet floor. I started gesturing with my hands over it, trying to 'do magic' and make it disappear. I even said some random sentences I heard witches say in tv out aloud. When I opened the box the toy was gone. The box had never left my sight, as it was placed before me the entire time, meaning it was impossible that my brother or mom had taken it out. Like I said, there was solid floor beneath it, it couldn't have fallen out either. It was nowhere in the entire room, it was just gone. I asked my brother about this, this year actually, and he said he saw me do it from the couch and he remembers the toy being gone too. I actually never saw that toy again, it was nowhere to be found, not even when we all moved. (It was some villain bird from kung fu panda for anyone wondering)

All this time I sometimes randomly remember this and cant help but question what had happened and **how**. Did it quantum tunnel through the happy meal carton and floor? Like it fell through the floor somehow? How can something just disappear out of existence? Did it somehow teleport?

Im really looking for ideas of what you guys think happened, would love to read that. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Hey everyone, I experienced something a few years ago that completely broke my understanding of reality, and to this day, I have absolutely no rational explanation for it. When I was around 24 or 25 years old, I walked into a local grocery store. As soon as I entered, the store employees and a coworker of mine who happened to be there stopped me. They pointed at the floor and said, "Hey, we just found this on the ground, I think this medical card belongs to you." I looked down, picked it up, and went into absolute shock. It was my official medical insurance card from my student years, featuring a photo of me when I was just 16 years old. Here is why this is completely impossible and a certified "glitch" for me: 1. I never carried it: I had completely forgotten this card even existed. It had been sitting somewhere in the depths of my past for nearly a decade. 2. I don't use a wallet: I didn't carry a wallet or any cardholders at the time, so it couldn't have slipped out of my pockets. 3. I hadn't even walked there yet: When I entered the store, the card was already on the floor in an inner section where I hadn't even set foot yet. It was waiting for me before I even arrived. 4. My spouse was just as shocked: I live with my wife, and she spends 99% of her time at home. When I brought the card home and told her what happened, she was completely stunned. She had never seen or touched that card, so there is zero chance she accidentally put it in my clothes. It genuinely felt like the universe or the "simulation" miscalculated my pathing and spawned a deeply forgotten personal item right at my destination a few minutes before I got there. Has anyone else ever had a completely forgotten childhood/teenage document materialize out of thin air right in front of you? I’d love to hear your thoughts because this one still keeps me up at night.

Hello! yesterday i found my apple watch that i swore dissapeared from the earth. before i did my last school test that year( i was about 16 at this time) i put my apple watch in the front of my bag. when i went home it was gone. i searched everywhere, asked the school if it had been handed and i just accepted that it was gone. i accepted it was either stolen or fell out. last night I went to my bathroom and saw it right next to the towel that was on the floor. my bathroom has been cleaned so many times in those years and i had never seen it. it was also a fresh towel. it was dusty and i picked it up, i thought it was my moms. i went up to mom earlier today to tell her i found her apple watch in my room but she flipped up her wrist and her apple watch was still with her. Im so so so confused. why did it appear there when it was gone for so long and the last time i seen it was that time before taking my exam. is there something paranormal going.

Okay, I have a weird glitch in the matrix that happened to me last year around November.

I was driving home from work late one night, taking the same roads I always take. I come up to this four way stop and I’m turning left, like I always have done at this spot.
Well it was dark out, and there’s a gas station on the corner of the four way stop with a single street lamp on.
I made my turn and for some reason time felt it just stopped, I looked out my drivers side window and saw the road I was driving on with the gas station and a street lamp, but there was a guy in a hoodie walking across the street under the lamp.
I didn’t think anything of it until I realized I wasn’t looking out my windshield, I was looking out my drivers side window.
My eyes snapped back to the windshield and I saw the exact same thing I’d seen out my drivers side window…except there was no man.
I blinked and shook myself just feeling really off. As I kept driving the road was somewhat lit up by some side street lamps, but as I kept driving, I saw a huge black hole in the middle of the road. I didn’t stop because I almost knew it wasn’t real and I’ve driven these roads hundreds of times and it was never there before and after I drove over it and it was like I got thrown back to reality and the road was normal. I looked in my rear view mirrors and there was no hole. The whole thing just creeped me out and I don’t know what happened but it kinda shook me for a little while.

I wanted to share two weird things from my childhood to see if anyone else relates.

First, when I was little, I used to dream about the future. The weird part was that I wouldn't remember the dream at all when I woke up. I would only remember it when the event actually happened in real life. However, the details were never exactly the same—there was always something slightly different. For example, one time I fell asleep in class, and the girl next to me woke me up and said something to me. Right then, I remembered dreaming about it beforehand—she used the exact same words and wore the same clothes, but the setting or some small detail was slightly shifted. Is this just a weird form of déjà vu?

The second thing is totally unrelated but has stuck with me vividly. When I was a baby/toddler, I vividly remember seeing stick figures fighting under my blankets every morning when I woke up. I remember it like it was yesterday. They had distinct colors—I think one was black and one was red, though I'm not 100% sure. I wasn't scared at all; I remember being so entertained just lying there watching them fight.

Did anyone else experience either of these things growing up, or was my childhood brain just running wild?

I have only just found this sub but this story fits perfectly.

Almost two decades ago I embarked on my adult life, leaving home, moving to another country and taking a job that I had no idea if I could even do. Granted, that makes it sound like I travelled the length of a continent. I went from North West England to West Coast Ireland. A flight of an hour.

17 year old me, lands in Ireland to realise the airport busses are on strike, fortunately, Linda, the lovely lady who happened to be sat next to me on the plane, and also happened to share a few of her homemade shortbread, saw me waiting at essentially an abandoned bus stop and gave me a lift.

I flew from Manchester to Knock, and had to travel to Westport, Co Mayo.

Linda, bless her, had her husband drive about half an hour out of their way to drop me in Castlebar so I could make my bus from there to westport. They even dropped me at the bus stop I needed for my onward journey.

Given that they had driven me, and I didn't take the bus like I had originally planned, I had some time to kill, so I walked up the street and found a newsagents so I could buy some tobacco. A pub was my next port of call.

I made my way in to the newsagents, put my rucksack down in the corner by the door and went to the till to buy my tobacco. The news agent noticed my foreign accent and made conversation. We chatted for maybe three or four minutes in the shop until he asked "how long have you been in the country and have you had a pint yet?" To which I replied "less than an hour, and that's my next stop".

The shopkeeper told me to hand him my bag, leave the shop, take a left, take another left into the alley and three quarters of the way down I'd find a green door that is about half the size of a normal door. It looks like a cellar loading door, he told me.

I questioned this, and he reassured me everything was fine. Anyhow, eventually, I decided to go for it, gave him my rucksack, went out into the alley and did in fact find the green door.

Once I made my way in, it was like the newsagents, but the exact reverse, except this was a pub. Hidden away in the back of a paper shop.

By the time I had gotten inside, the shop keeper was now a bar keeper and was on this side of his weird bar /shop mirror thing.

He poured us each a pint of Guinness, and left them on the bar to settle then immediately started pouring two more. "For future us", he said.

We had a couple pints, smoked a few cigarettes, had a great chat and a bit of a laugh, and I eventually made my way back round to the shop, got my bag then made my way to the bus and continued my journey.

I'll be honest, I thought this whole thing was surreal and really rather amusing. After that, I kind of forgot about it. I was with 30 new colleagues, zero of whom I'd met before, and started a brand new job.

It was only months later, after travelling home briefly, I returned to Ireland, into the same airport to make the same onward journey and decided to go and buy some tobacco and maybe sneak in a quick pint on my way back.

This is where it gets weird. This is where I realise the glitch.

The newsagents didn't exist any more. The building it was in didn't exist. There was no alley way. Even the road with the bus stops on it seemed different, but I couldn't figure it out.

I asked a local what happened to the newsagents that was here. He looked bemused and said "I'm sorry, son, but this has always been a bank".

Now i was bemused. I walked around that town, honestly, for about an hour.

I have returned since. Nothing.

I have spoken to people that lived there. Nothing.

I have told this story to colleagues and friends, many of whom have even been to or stayed in Castlebar. Nothing.

No one seems to have any idea what I'm talking about. None of it seems familiar to anyone, but I remember it clear as day.

I remember smoking my last cigarette at the bus stop looking up towards the T junction where the newsagents was.

I remember speaking to the shop/barman, I remember finding the green door. I remember being amazed this dude had built a tiny bar in the back of his newsagents. I remember how he let me smoke in there I remember all of it.

But apparently, that shop has never existed. There has never been a green door in an alley. There has never even been the alley to begin with.

But, I'm certain. It happened.

This happened to my wife and I years ago. We were in her mother’s attic running an Ethernet cable when we came across a degraded bag of toys. Lying near it was a Michael Jackson doll with the iconic glove on. We finished running the wire and that was it.
Several months later we had to go to her mom’s house again and on the floor of her “computer room” was the glove from the doll. It was in the same general area below where the bag of toys was in the attic.
Her mom lived alone, and was not physically able to go in the attic herself. Neither of us was able to come up with a plausible explanation. We always joked that either Michael lost it on a night time foray around the house or his glove quantum tunneled itself through the computer room’s ceiling.