People Share Their Real Life “Glitches In The Matrix” They Can’t Explain

Are some things just too weird to explain?

Of course we know that our existence is grounded by science and hard facts and that everything must have a logical explanation. But is part of the reason why so many people believe in something “beyond” our present reality due to the fact that we’ve encountered situations that simply escape our logic and reasoning?

Sure, it’s easy to let our imaginations run wild. But even the most serious and matter-of-fact people among us have had experiences that defy the most basic of facts.

What’s the strangest thing that’s ever happened to you that you still can’t explain? Redditors were asked to share their “glitch in the matrix” moments, and their answers are truly freaky.

The Worst Assignment

I took a writing class in college where one of the assignments was to write an obituary for one of my grandparents. I procrastinated the assignment until the night before it was due because it seemed like a dumb assignment.

Scramming for an easy grandparent to write about, I gave my mom a call and asked her for some basic biographical information about my maternal grandfather, who was still alive.

As we were talking about his career, my mom couldn’t recall the name of one of the companies he worked at. She lectured me about waiting until the last minute to write the assignment because it was late — 10:30pm my grandpa’s time. However, she said she would give him a call to see if he was still awake and be able to answer that question once my assignment was due the following morning.

When my mom called my grandpa, my grandma answered the phone in a panic. My grandma frantically explained that the paramedics had just arrived and was performing CPR on my grandpa because he had stopped breathing and passed out. My mom was able to stay on the phone with my grandma until they took my grandpa to the hospital, where he was declared dead.

In the time my mom and I had been talking on the phone about my grandpa’s “obituary,” he had died. We ended up using the obituary I wrote for that writing assignment as his actual obituary. Still freaks me out when I think about the timing. (sm127)

The Dedicated Coach

In high school I was an avid runner due to being on the wrestling team. I’d run late at night when it was cool out. One night I was running wearing a crew neck with my schools name on it.

About half way through the run an elderly man on an old style schwin bike caught up with me and asked me what I was doing out so late. We both stopped and said I was on the wrestling team and pointed to my sweatshirt. His eyes lit up and he said “Ha! I used to coach those clowns. Keep at it boy!” We exchanged goodbyes and then he sped off on his bike at an ungodly speed.

The next school day I told my coach about the story and described what the old man looked like. My coach turned pale and said “That sounds like old coach Hains.. he collected schwins.” I was like “oh that’s cool..” then my coach followed with “yeah.. and he’s been dead for 10 years…”

No more late night runs for me, my dudes. (Scorp359)

In the Closet

My mom told me this:

In my parent’s bedroom was this really large master closet. It was technically just one closet, but it had two door going into it. Between the two doors was a high shelf and a hanging rod for clothes. So it functioned like two separate walk-in closets but you could walk from one to the other by ducking under any clothes hung in the middle.

One night she was in her side of the closet and she saw through the gap between the shelf and the clothes rod my dad walk into his side of the closet. She heard the metal coat hangers sliding as he looked for something to wear and saw the clothes in the middle sway as they were brushed from the other side. From her side of the closet she started talking to him about something random.

Then she heard the bathroom door open. She poked her head out of the closet to see my dad clearly just emerging from the shower. Walked to look into his side of the closet and…nothing. And up until the moment she poked her head out to look at the bathroom door, she will swear to you she could still see my dad in that closet. (meanestflower)

Phone a Friend

I’m not the kind of person to have a great many friends – but those friends I do keep are sacred to me.

So one evening I was getting out of a Rotterdam subway (blaak) to go to my apartment near there, when I see an old friend, one I haven’t seen in the flesh in a few years heading into the subway. I call out his name, he turns, waves and makes this “Call me” gesture – then the doors close and the subway rides off.

Thirty seconds later, my phone rings. It was my friend, who told me he’d just seen me get in the (normal) train he’d used to get home from the bar – Apparently, I had grinned, waved, gestured “Call me!”, the door shut and the train drove off.

I lived in Rotterdam. He lived in Enschede. That’s just over 200km apart. (or about 125 miles) (I_Am_Anjelen)

Spooning

When I was about 15 I was eating some cereal and accidentally dropped my spoon into the kitchen floor.

I watched the spoon fall. As it hit the floor, it just vanished into thin air.

I was shocked. I thought surely my eyes were playing ticks on me. It must have just bounced away and gone out of sight or something.

I spent 30 minutes searching the kitchen for that spoon. I was honestly kind of freaked out. I tried to think of every possible place it could have gone. There weren’t many places it could have ended up.

I never found it. (TheJoshWatson)

The Phone Call

This happened about 6 years ago.

Myself and 3 other friends went to a concert at the biggest venue in Mexico City. One of my friends is a woman (this is important for the story). So, the concert ended and we agreed on a meetup point outside the venue so we could pick a cab and leave together.

There were about 100k people there, so we inevitably got separated, so we went to the meetup point. We waited for my friend for about 15 minutes when we started to get worried, so we started calling her phone.
However, due to the sheer amount of people present at the venue trying to make phonecalls the lines get congested and the calls won’t go out or they won’t be received, so we started to get really worried.

After another 10 minutes trying to call her, I get a phone call from her. She sounded extremely gloomy and sad. She said “Hey Sebasvisu, I’m alright, I’m already at my place, everything is ok”. I got immediatly freaked out as this was impossible (she lived 2 hours away and not even an hour had gone by). We get super freaked out and try to call her and start flagging some cops down, cause being Mexico City I thought she had been kidnapped.

Then, 30 seconds after the call she comes out of the crowd looking as chilled as she could possibly look. I yell at her, telling her what the hell was wrong with her, etc etc… The thing is she looked so surprised at this. She denies having made any phonecalls (she tried, but couldn’t get a signal). We don’t believe her so we look at her phone and there was no record of the call having been made. After this i take my phone to show her the call and there was no record of the call having being received either.

To this day I have no idea what happened, because the voice on the other end of the phone was hers, and she knew details about me and my name. (Sebasvisu)

The Matrix or Simulation hypothesis

The simulation hypothesis is a proposal regarding the nature of existence. The proposal is that all the current existence that is known, including the Earth and the rest of the universe, could in fact be an artificial simulation, such as a computer simulation.

Some versions rely on the development of a simulated reality, a proposed technology that would be able to convince its inhabitants that the simulation was “real”.

A version of the simulation hypothesis was first theorised as a part of a philosophical argument on the part of René Descartes, and later by Hans Moravec. The philosopher Nick Bostrom developed an expanded argument examining the probability of our reality being a simulation.

In “Are you living in a computer simulation?”, Nick Bostrom presents a probabilistic analysis of the possibility that we might all be living in a computer simulation. He concludes that it is not only possible, but rather probable that we are living in a computer simulation.