Consider this your Red Pill...
We’ve all experienced feelings of the uncanny—when the things around us just don’t seem quite right. Maybe it’s deja vu, maybe a strong premonition, or maybe a coincidence so strange that you know couldn’t possibly be just that. Whatever form they take, these experiences can make you question your own perception of the world around you for mere moments or for years to come.
Here are some of the most unsettling stories from Redditors who have been affected by “glitches in the matrix.”
‘X-Men,’ here I come!
Was riding my bike when I was a kid, looking down at the ground in front of me, suddenly looked up and realized I was about to clothesline myself on a treebranch. I closed my eyes out of fear and was utterly surprised when I didn’t hit it. I stopped and turned around, branch was still there, right at chest height, and the tire tracks from my bike went right under it. It was low enough that I couldn’t possibly have ducked under it, and to this day I’m convinced that it somehow phased through my body.
Edit, for those saying I hit the branch and didn’t notice – the branch was about 4 inches above my handlebars and as thick as my arm
A couple months back, I was driving on the highway to get to work when I suddenly got a nasty feeling in my stomach, like something very bad was about to happen. I was following a big dump truck at the time. I had no idea why but suddenly had an urge to get over to the left lane. Not half a second after I did, this dump truck hit a pothole going 70 mph and a huge fucking rock launched out of the back of it, bounced of the payment and whizzed right past my right mirror. I’m 90 percent sure that thing would’ve gone through my windshield and killed me.
I once got onto a train at a small train station in Utrecht, thinking it was going to Amsterdam Central. Then, just as it takes off, I realize the one I’m in is actually going in the other direction. It only goes straight ahead, for about five minutes, driving at regular, high speed. But then its very first stop is somehow the exact same small station in Utrecht; and when I step out of it (I’m the only one in the train who gets out here), I’m in the exact same place where I stood before I got in.
Then I just took a different train, which did finally go to Amsterdam. I still don’t understand it.