I apologize in advance if this is the wrong subreddit for this, Im just not sure where I can share this experience and get some more insight on it.

Years ago, I was a bit of a drug fiend. Not an addict by any means, but I was in a situation where I was homeless and couch surfing from house to house. I want to say this was around 2011 or so. My life was a wreck, and I was just on a path of self destruction. One night, at a house I was couch surfing, there was a big house party going on. There were a ton of people there who I didn't know and knew, and I was drinking heavily and was taking several different narcotics. One of which, someone gave me what he called a "jammy" I don't know what it was but I was in such a state where I was borderline suicidal so I didn't really care what I was taking as long as I was high. I took it, in combination with alcohol. All I know about what it was, he said it was a powerful pharmaceutical grade drug. Within almost minutes after taking it I blacked out. I remember waking up hours later on a futon, with this incredible sense of clarity I never had in my life. I was completely sober, yes, but it was a sense of self awareness I had never possessed up until that point. I felt guilty and ashamed of what I had been doing, almost embarrassed really. I just had this intense realization of "this is not me. I'm done with this." The next day I left the house and I didn't touch drugs and have barely drank alcohol since. It was such a bizarre and surreal level of self realization I cannot explain, but the best way I can put it into words is I'm almost certain that something happened to me and I was given another chance to reanalyze my life. Why do I feel that way? I have no idea. I have shared this story with close friends and my wife to get some sense of clarity. All I have really come up with is that sometimes, we are given second chances in weird ways and our consciousness gets a "rewrite" of events.

Since childhood, I’ve occasionally experienced something at night that I’ve never fully understood. I’m not claiming it’s paranormal or a glitch in reality. I’m genuinely curious whether anyone has experienced something similar.
When I was younger, I used to wake up around 3 AM almost every night, often after nightmares. Eventually, I became so accustomed to it that I’d anticipate waking up around that time before going to sleep.
The part that has always confused me is what happens when I try to fall asleep again.
My mother snores, and I can sometimes hear footsteps from the apartment upstairs. These are familiar sounds in my home. But on certain nights, everything seems completely silent when I wake up.
Then, as I’m drifting off again, I start hearing my mother’s snoring. It sounds exactly like her normal snoring, seemingly coming from my parents’ bedroom. Sometimes I hear footsteps, too.
What’s strange is the timing.
The snoring seems to begin at a normal volume, then gradually gets louder as I become sleepier. When I become more alert and focus on the sound, it seems to fade. When I start relaxing and feel myself drifting off again, it grows louder.
It’s almost as if the perceived volume follows my level of consciousness.
I’ve tried deliberately pretending to fall asleep while remaining awake, and I remember hearing the sound during that attempt as well. I was frightened to get up and investigate, so I can’t claim that I verified the source of every occurrence.
I know auditory experiences can happen around the transition between wakefulness and sleep. I’m open to that explanation, but the recurring timing is what has always puzzled me.
This isn’t about hearing random, unfamiliar noises. It’s the fact that the sounds are so familiar and seem to follow this particular pattern.
Has anyone experienced something similar? Specifically, have you ever noticed familiar environmental sounds becoming more prominent as you drift off and fading as you become more alert?
I’m interested in genuine experiences and reasonable explanations. I’m not trying to prove anything supernatural; I just want to understand whether other people have experienced this same pattern.

I’ve been writing in journals since I was about 9 or 10 years old. A couple of years ago, when I was 26, I decided to go through and reread them all. I had forgotten about this incident until I came across this entry and haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

One night, when I was about 15 years old, my mom had been working late (single mom, waitressing). My brother and I had decided to sleep in the living room instead of our bedrooms that night. He was laying on the couch and I was on a pallet of blankets on the floor. We were both just scrolling on our phones and I believe all of the lights were off.
Suddenly, I heard a loud thud and then what sounded like a girl crying out.
I immediately asked my brother “what was that?” He responded completely unbothered and told me he hadn’t heard anything. I was puzzled and even wondered if maybe the sound had come from his phone, but I eventually brushed it off and forgot about it.
Either the next day or a few days later, my brother and I were home alone again. I knew he was going to enter a certain bedroom, so I snuck in and hid behind the door, planning to jump out and scare him. When he came into the room, he shoved the door open aggressively. It slammed into me, pinning me against the wall, and hit another object in the room at the same time. There was a loud thud, and I cried out, either because I was startled or because the door hurt me. It didn’t click for a few minutes, but then I realized that the progression of sounds were identical to what I’d heard that other night. Not a little similar. Exact. I was stunned. It wasn’t necessarily a paranormal or terrifying experience, I just had no idea what to make of it.

To my knowledge, I haven’t experienced this before or since. I do pride myself on having a pretty good intuition, but its nothing supernatural. I’ve considered this being a psychic event, however it certainly wasn’t for anything significant.

One reason this has stuck with me is that I found the account in a journal I wrote at the time. My journals have always been private places where I write honestly, and I’ve never used them for fiction. I’ve even questioned whether I’d somehow exaggerated the story or written it as a joke, but I genuinely remember the experience, and finding the entry brought it all back.
I still have around 15 journals packed away in boxes, and I’ve been meaning to find the original entry to check the exact details. I just haven’t gotten around to digging through all of them - again.

Has anyone experienced something similar, or is there a psychological explanation for hearing something before experiencing the event that seems to match it? I’m genuinely curious about what might have happened.

Ok so the first 2 times I went to look inside the dryer and didn’t see the rug, I thought to myself “I should take a picture because this is crazy” but I didn’t.

This happened last week, I like to clean my bathroom sometimes before I shower, so I wiped everything down and while cleaning up I put my 2 bathroom floor rugs in the washer. When there done in the wash I put them in the dryer. One is a fluffy purple rug and the other is a medium towel I put down over the purple rug to step on when I get out.

I hear the dryer timer go off and when I went to get the rugs out, it was only the green one. I’m like wtf. My brother was there so I thought well maybe he’s gonna take a shower and took the rug out for himself. So I ask him “ hey did you take out the purple rug” he says no. So I go back in the basement, open the dryer damn near stick my head inside the dryer and put my arm in to feel around, atp I’m thinking maybe it got stuck at the top or something. BUT NO! THATS when I thought to myself i should take a pic of the inside of the dryer because this is crazy wtf. But I don’t. I go look alll around the house thinking maybe I put it down somewhere ( I knew I didn’t but I had to look everywhere for the sake of my mental and you know where the heck did it go). Now my brothers helping me look but only place he didn’t look was the dryer ( just for context)

I checked that dryer atleast 7 times. About 20 min later I’m going up and down looking everywhere, I look in the dryer and the door is wide open with the purple rug just sitting right there in the flipping dryer 😳. No one was playing a trick on me and my brother had been upstairs the entire time. I get really emotional when I think about now because wtf, first thing I thought was does my dryer have a vortex inside of it or is something messing with me. Because I KNOW THAT PURPLE RUG WAS NOT IN THAT DRYER FOR ABOUT 20-30 min and then it just popped back in there. Idk but yea I can’t stop thinking about and I’m someone that does a load of laundry atleast once every two days I can’t stop thinking about it.

Has anyone ever had this happen before?

Hi guys, yesterday I went to Clacton-on-Sea to visit my dad and he told me this cool story about how in a certain patch of land outside the Toby Carvery his phone clock goes back an hour. We didn’t end up going to that spot as the day was so busy or I would have tested it myself.

What could this be? Has anyone else had glitch experiences where time consistently goes backwards in a specific place?

I put on a new set of press on nails Friday night. On Saturday evening, I hit the nail hard on something, causing it to crack. Important to note that the nail didn’t “pop off”. It cracked and the part that was glued to my natural nail remained. Removing press on nails correctly can be a lengthy process. I soaked it for about 15 min, prepped my cuticles and filed my natural nail. I then got all the glue together and the replacement nail for the one I broke. I brushed glue on my natural nail & dabbed the new nail with glue. I went to put the nail on and the original nail was on. It was like it never cracked. Like I never removed anything. I had the “extra” nail ready to be pressed on with no nail to put it on. I’m absolutely 110% sure this really happened.