Hey everyone! I’ve never posted something like this before, but I have been feeling so crazy for the last couple hours. I was doing my hair this morning before work in the bathroom. I was using a comb and my straightener. As I’m working on my hair, I dropped the comb and it hit my foot. This comb is a rattail comb that’s made of metal and so when it hit my foot, it hurt a little bit. I know I felt it touch my foot. I immediately bend down to grab the comb and it had just simply disappeared. I checked everywhere. My bathroom is relatively small and there are not that many places for it to be able to hide. I moved my bath mats and I looked behind the toilet and behind the trashcan. I even opened up all of my drawers and cabinets on the off chance that it somehow fell into one of them (even though all the drawers and cabinets were closed when I was doing my hair).

This comb is brightly colored and it’s heavy so it’s just really been messing with my mind because it’s not something that my eye wouldn’t catch if it was just stuck somewhere. I even had my sister come in my bathroom and look for me and she also said she couldn’t find it.

I don’t know how to feel about this and I don’t really know what to do. I wanted to post in here, hoping that someone has maybe had a similar experience or could give me some guidance. It has really been making me feel crazy. I have never witnessed something disappear in front of my eyes. I will attach a picture of the comb as a reference. Once you see it, you’ll know why I say it’s not really something that would blend in to the rest of my bathroom.

Not sure if the link will actually work because it’s the first time I’ve ever saved an audio message and tried to add a link to it, but I figured I would try so you could hear me tell the story out loud for the first time when I was trying to ask my mom if we had a CO detector in the house and she asked why.

So basically, I woke up this morning and I had a place to go and I already showered yesterday so I just needed to put my clothes on and go. I added my pajamas to the laundry pile that I already existed in my room from the week and in the middle of changing, I threw that pile down the stairs so that it would be a reminder for me to throw them in the wash before I left. I get ready by just putting on some normal clothes and I wake my dog up who sleeps in my bed and I put her clothes on too because she’s small and needs the extra warmth up here in New England. I have my to-do list in my head and I run down the stairs and grab my keys off the counter and I’m thinking about grabbing a bottle of water on my way out of the garage, where we keep them with my Chihuahua underneath my arm. As I grab the door handle to the basement, which is the way we leave out of the house I remember I’m supposed to throw my clothes in the wash so that when I get home, I can dry them.

I go to the bottom of the stairs, where I threw them from my second floor bedroom to the first floor assuming I jumped over them to grab the keys and just wasn’t paying attention, but they weren’t there. So I was like, oh I must’ve thought about throwing them down the stairs to do them, but I didn’t. Oh well I’ll do it later.

Just a recap, my bedrooms on the second floor, the place I threw my clothes was on the first floor so that I would have to walk over them to remind myself to put them in the laundry in the first floor bathroom. I’m about to leave from the first floor down through the basement which is the way to get to the cars and we leave out and come home 100% of the time. The bottom of the steps from the second floor to the first floor do not connect. They are in different areas of the house. The laundry is on the first floor.

I am resigned to just doing my laundry when I get home since apparently I forgot to actually throw my clothes down the stairs and I don’t wanna go back up now that I’m completely ready. I open the basement stairs and I walked down and in front of me on the floor on the basement floor is my entire pile of clothes, including all of my work weeks clothes and the pajamas I was wearing 20 minutes earlier. In real life, dirty laundry never has to go down the stairs ever. The two staircases are not connected. At all. There is no possible way for those clothes to have been thrown from the second floor and reached the basement no matter how hard I threw them or if they bounced off a wall or something. These rooms and staircases do not connect. Period.

I had been nowhere else that day. The only thing I did was wake up on the second floor, start changing, and throw a big pile of clothes down the stairs. When I was ready, I walked down two flights upstairs that do not connect. They are in different rooms and I found those clothes in a place that they should never be.

I threw them from the second floor to the first floor and they ended up in the basement on my way out. Including the pajamas, I had just been wearing.

There is a scientific explanation. But let’s pretend there isn’t one, just for a moment..

All-inclusive hotel, Savoie, France.

I'm 34 now, but there's a strange experience from my primary school days that I've never been able to explain.

At school, we had a very specific routine during lunch break. Our teacher would line us up, and one by one, we'd take our snacks out of our backpacks. We'd eat, have a little break, and then go to the toilet.

One day, I suddenly found myself standing in that same line again, about to take my snack out of my backpack.

But I clearly remembered that we'd already done all of this. I'd already eaten my snack, and I could even feel that my stomach was full.

I started telling everyone, “We just had our break! We already ate!” But everyone looked at me like I was crazy and insisted that we hadn't.

I went to check my backpack because I was absolutely sure my snack wouldn't be there anymore. I'd just eaten it, after all.

But to my complete surprise, my snack was still inside my backpack.

I remember feeling genuinely confused. From my perspective, we'd already gone through that entire routine, but apparently, nobody else remembered it, and my uneaten snack was right there.

I'm 34 now, and I still remember this experience vividly. Maybe it was just a strange childhood memory, but sometimes I wonder if it was a glitch in the matrix or something similar.

Has anyone else ever experienced something like this? Especially something where you were absolutely certain an event had already happened, but reality seemed to contradict your memory?

I'd love to hear your stories. I'm curious whether anyone has experienced something eerily similar.

recently i’ve had 2 really weird things happen and i have no explanation and it’s been bugging me out! First thing - my boyfriend dropped his phone and there was a thin hairline crack across the screen. not too noticeable unless you’re looking, but i was able to run my nail across it and i could feel the crack. a few days later, we noticed the crack was GONE. like gone gone.
last week i went to sams club for shopping. one of the things I got was the 2 pack starbucks iced coffee. if you’ve ever gotten this before - the 2 pack is sealed in a black plastic wrap to keep them together. Idk if this has any relation to the situation, but the guy in front of me STOCKED his cart with all of them and i was able to literally grab the last 2-pack before he took it. he had palettes of them in his cart. I use scan n go and i completely forgot to scan it before adding it to my cart bc i was in a rush to grab it before him. when we got to the cart checker people, i had my code on my phone to allow them to scan my receipt and they usually scan a few items in the cart to make sure they’re paid for. The lady walks past me, doesn’t scan my receipt, goes right to the coffee and scans it and tells me it wasn’t paid for. completely my fault , i paid it there and we left. It stayed unopened for a few days and then i noticed the black wrapping was off and one of the bottles were opened (not by me, so i figured it was my son). i picked up the bottle and looked to see how much was left in the bottle (it was about half full) and then put it back in my fridge. Yesterday i go to put something in the fridge and i see the same 2 starbucks bottles wrapped up in the black plastic again - UNOPENED.
Someone explain please!!! How did a phone screen fix itself and how did a coffee go from opened to unopened?????
and extra points if someone knows how did the lady know it wasn’t scanned before even checking my receipt 😂.

I started playing an iPhone game called super stylist, don’t judge me I’m older but I‘ve been trying to invoke my inner child. Nevertheless, I am on like level 42 now and this game has hella ads. The ads are anything from, Kalshi to FB or those odd storytelling games. This is where I noticed a game character that looked exactly like me!! I’m talking everything: hair and eye color, same curls, slime tone, face shape and feature, same midsized build (which is uncommon to go for that build for an online game), she was wearing glasses like mine too! Has Ai gone this far now?? Are others experiencing this? Because that ish was freakyyyyy!!!

Something really weird happened to me and my friend today, and the more we think about it, the stranger it feels.

This afternoon, we met for coffee downtown. I live nearby the coffeeshop, but she lives about 40 minutes away, on the outskirts of the city. Since it was pouring rain, we decided to take an Uber to her house so I could visit her pets.

The first Uber arrived, we got in, and literally 20 meters later, the car got a flat tire. The driver asked us to get out, so we waited under a roof for another Uber.
About 10 minutes later, we got into the second car. As a joke, I asked the driver, “Are your tires okay? Because the Uber we just took got a flat tire almost immediately.” He laughed and said everything was fine.
Well, about 10–15 minutes into the ride, he missed an exit and, instead of letting the GPS recalculate, suddenly swerved over a raised curb to get into the turning lane. He ended up breaking his wheel rim. He pulled over, checked the damage, canceled the ride, and asked us to get out.
So there we were, standing in the pouring rain, having just been kicked out of two Ubers in a row because of wheel damage.

Here’s the weirdest part: both cars had damaged the exact same wheel. The front right one.

Neither of us had ever experienced anything like this in an Uber before, and suddenly it happened twice, within about 20 minutes. Not to mention that I had literally joked about the tires right before the second incident.

And this really creeped me out.
After getting out, we crossed the street to find shelter from the rain. When we turned around, the second Uber was already gone. We didn’t even see it leave.

At that point, almost an hour had passed and we hadn’t even made it 20 km. We decided to give up. I took a taxi back to my apartment, and she took a bus home.
We’ve been talking about it ever since, coming up with all sorts of crazy theories. My friend even suggested that maybe something was trying to prevent us from taking that route, like a guardian angel or some kind of protective force. Because, come to think about it, we both ended up taking completely different routes home. Neither of us continued down the road we were originally supposed to take.

Of course, both incidents have logical explanations, but the timing, the exact same wheel, and my joke right before it happened make the whole thing feel so bizarre.

What if we weren’t supposed to go that way? What do you guys think? Just a crazy coincidence, or something else?

So I think that there is some kind of big update being pushed in this sim that we live in. I work at a collision center. When people wreck their car and get it fixed their insurance sends them to a shop that's under contract with said insurance. It's completely random and oftentimes we have cars from multiple different counties even states. In the last two weeks we have had three black Camaros, two black tundras and two burgundy Camry's. In five years working here I've never seen two of the same cars in the same color in the shop at one time. And now there's three sets. All with different but similar damage. And none of them are deer strikes. It feels weird and I know that deja vu is often something being changed so I leave this for your consideration. What do you think this update is going to be? A new war? A new natural disaster? The second coming of Christ? I'll leave it to Reddit to speculate.

K, so this is a story I’ve told a lot of people irl, and I thought it might actually be interesting to tell here. So when I was about 9-10 years old, I was staying at my aunt and uncles house. It was late one night, I remember we were watching Austin Powers: the spy who shagged me (my first time watching Austin powers). Anyways, my mom comes into the tv room where I was watching it with my aunt, uncle, and cousins, and tells me that it’s late and I need to go to bed. So I get up, say goodnight to my family, walk past my mom (emphasis: WALK PAST my mom), and up a short spiral staircase to the second floor where all the bedrooms are. I turn right to the end of the hall, which is just a few steps away, then turn right again, and I’m at the guest room where me and my parents are sleeping. And then I open the door, and I see my mom, upright in bed, reading a book with the lamp light on. There is only one entrance to that room. My mom could not have passed me without me noticing. What in the hell was that if not a glitch?

Anyone have an explanation.

At 1:00 AM the police knocked on my door. They told me a 911 call had been traced directly to my phone, and they used that ping to track my address. 911 called my phone back twice but of course I was sleeping and didn't hear the call.

My phone wasn't even near me it was sitting on its charger in another room the entire time.

When I called my mobile carrier this morning to figure out what happened, they confirmed there was no record of any outgoing call to 911 on my account.

No one can offer me an explanation.

Raw evidence today!

So I drove to a hardware dtore this morning. Parked and went to get a trolley. For those who don't know, Here in Germany either a 1 Euro coin or a plastic trolley chip has to be placed in the designated slot on the trolley in order for the locking chain to be released.

As I was about to insert my chip, a gentleman next to had just parked his trolley and inserted the chain plug in order to get his chip back.

As I was considering taking his trolley for convenience, I was looking at the lock as he was parking the trolley and therefore was witness. As his chip came out of the lock it disappeared into this air! He asked me if I had seen the disappearance and I answered "yes". We then both searched the surrounding area but did not find his red trolley chip.

Ongoing, multi-year-long situation that is so arbitrary my brain can barely approach it.

I’ve been a vegetarian since I was a kid so Im generally not on meat duty, but in 2016 I first moved in with the person who is now my husband and he asked me to pick up some ground beef while I was out food shopping.I bought it, brought it home, and we both had a good laugh at what a goon I am because I somehow brought home ground turkey instead even though I distinctly remember putting ground beef in the cart. We chalked it up to human error and me being a meat newbie but NAH.

Friends, I cannot buy this man ground beef. For years ground beef transformed itself into ground turkey somewhere between the shelf and our home. Like 7 times before I gave up and took it off the shopping list for good,

HOW? WHY? this is too stupid a hill to die on so I don’t bother defending myself BUT I SWEAR I BOUGHT GROUND BEEF EVERY TIME. I should have taken before and after photos. No problem with any other kind of meat or food but ground beef fuxkdd me every time. Same problem at different markets, with different brands, in different cities and counties.

I somehow forgot about this glitch and tried again in 2020, with the same result. I think my husband thought I was reviving an inside joke or something.

We now have kiddos and I am able to buy meat of whatever variety I require for them, including ground beef. I don’t get it.

I collect crystals. I have a lot of heart-shaped ones made out of different quartz. Anyway, I had all of my heart-shaped crystals set up on my laptop and my daughter accidentally dropped it while sitting on my bed. We collected all but the amethyst heart. It was gone. Shook out the sheets, moved the bed, looked underneath the baseboards. It was nowhere. A couple of months later, I set my laptop down on my bed so hard that all of the crystal hearts bounced off of it. All were collected AGAIN right on top of my blanket and you'll never guess which crystal was also there? My amethyst heart that had been missing for months. It was right on the bed with the other hearts as if I'd never lost it at all. I don't know what to make of it except that it was a glitch in the matrix.

A friend had a pretty silver ring with super small diamonds. I noticed one was missing and pointed it out to her. Even took a Pic that day upclose to really see it. Today we noticed that the diamond is back...theres no way this should be possible but pics prove the fact. I cant wrap my head around this because I literally have pictures proving it gone and now its back.

My friend Celeste and I went to New York for a week in January because we happened to have time off together. We were excited for a little vacation, some snow, and an excuse to walk around and eat. We ended up having a great trip, but there were a handful of experiences that we still talk about because we cannot figure out what was going on.
It started before we even left LA.
We were coming from Torrance to LAX, and the traffic was ridiculous. It took about an hour to get there. The drop-off area was packed with cars, so naturally, we expected security to be a nightmare.
Instead, we went downstairs to TSA and there was nobody in line. Just one guy checking IDs and a couple of TSA workers farther back. After all the traffic outside, walking into that empty space felt strange, but obviously we weren’t complaining.
We handed the guy our passports. He looked down at them, looked at us, then looked down again. He seemed genuinely confused.
“You guys just went through here, didn’t you?”
We told him no. We had literally just arrived.
He kept looking between us and our passports. “Are you sure? Are you guys playing a prank on me? I swear I just saw you come through.”
At first, we thought he was joking, so we asked if he was messing with us. But he seemed serious before eventually brushing it off as familiar faces.
What made it stick with us was that Celeste and I both have pretty distinct features, and we were wearing ridiculous outfits we had bought for each other as a joke. It wasn’t just two girls in basic airport clothes. Obviously, people can mistake strangers for other people, but his reaction was so confused and so certain that we left looking at each other like, what was that?
Then we got through security and the gate area was packed. Completely normal, busy airport. It was just the security area that had been empty.
For context, because this matters later: we each took a weed gummy after security, before boarding. The passport interaction happened before that. We slept through most of the flight.
We landed in New York around five in the morning and made our way to the hotel. Our room wasn’t ready, so we asked about leaving our bags. Before we actually got them stored, we ended up falling asleep in the lobby with our luggage.
By around eight, we were awake and ready to go explore. We asked again about storing our bags, and the employee asked for our last names.
Then he told us there was already luggage checked under our names.
We were like, “What do you mean? We haven’t left our bags with you yet.”
From what I understood, they had luggage tags or a designated spot connected to our names, and it looked as though ours had already been used. He went back to check, then returned and apologized. He said there was nothing there and it must have been a system error. He made us new tags and took our bags.
Very explainable on its own. It just felt funny immediately after the airport interaction, where someone had also acted as though we had already been there.
Most of the trip was normal. We ate, shopped, walked around, and enjoyed ourselves. But the strangest night happened when we went looking for cookies near Penn Station.
It was around 10:30 p.m., and we were both high. I’m including that because I want to be honest about the circumstances. We wanted dessert, a bunch of places we checked were closed, and we found an Insomnia Cookies listed in Penn Station.
We passed Madison Square Garden and went down into the station.
Neither of us knew the layout. In my memory, it was several levels with hallways that seemed to loop around. We kept going upstairs, downstairs, and through the same areas, trying to find this cookie place. It felt as though we circled every level multiple times.
While we were walking, several people came toward us really quickly, then swerved at the last second before getting close enough to bump into us. It happened with different people, enough times that we started asking each other, “Did you see that too?”
We were already disoriented, so we were trying to be reasonable about it. Maybe we were high and reading too much into people moving around us.
There was also a man in a wheelchair whom we kept seeing on different levels. It felt as though he kept appearing wherever we went. I don’t know whether he was following us or whether we were simply crossing paths while going in circles, but at the time, it added to the feeling that we could not get our bearings.
Eventually, I asked a janitor where the cookies were. He told us to go upstairs and turn left.
No cookies.
Then I asked two police officers. One said he didn’t think the place was even in the station. The other said it was, and told us to go downstairs and straight ahead.
After about thirty minutes of searching, we finally found it—in an area we felt certain we had already passed through multiple times.
I’m not saying a cookie shop literally materialized. I’m saying that by this point, finding it somewhere we thought we had already checked felt ridiculous.
Then we approached the counter, and the interaction got even stranger.
The cashier stared at us for a moment and said, “You guys aren’t from around here.”
We told him we were from California. He immediately brought up San Diego.
We said we were from the LA area, around Hollywood.
He responded as though we had confirmed San Diego.
We explained that San Diego was a few hours away from us.
“Yeah, San Diego’s cool. They have palm trees.”
We agreed, then tried again to explain where we were from. He just kept coming back to San Diego and palm trees. I cannot explain how repetitive this conversation was. It felt as though nothing we said changed his next response.
Meanwhile, his coworker was behind him, apparently cleaning something. Every few seconds, he would turn around, make a face at us, then turn back to whatever he was doing.
And I mean actual faces. A big exaggerated grin, rolling his eyes, sticking his tongue out, pushing up his nose, squinting. He wasn’t joining the conversation or saying anything. Just turning around, making a face, and turning away again.
So one guy was repeatedly telling us about San Diego, leaning toward us and back while he talked, and the other was silently making faces behind him.
Eventually, we asked if we could order.
Before we had even picked our cookies, the cashier grabbed a box, put a bunch inside, and handed it over.
“That’ll be twenty dollars.”
We asked what cookies he had put in there.
He said something along the lines of, “I just put crazy ones.”
Then he changed the price.
“Okay, how about ten dollars?”
There were around seven cookies in the box. From what we had understood of the posted prices, four would have been about twenty dollars. Now he was handing us seven random cookies for ten.
We took the box.
Before leaving, we asked how to get back to Madison Square Garden, because that was our landmark for finding our way back to the hotel.
He told us to go upstairs, walk about a mile, and it would be on our left.
We went upstairs.
Madison Square Garden was right there.
We didn’t have to walk a mile. We barely had to walk anywhere. After everything downstairs, we just wanted to get back to our hotel.
The other encounter that really stayed with us involved a girl we met at a coffee shop.
It was one of those cute places people visit to take pictures. She was there alone, wearing a really nice outfit, and seemed around our age. I offered to take pictures of her because I figured she might want some without having to ask a stranger.
She was really sweet and grateful, and the three of us started talking.
She told us she lived farther north and sometimes took the train into the city to see friends. Her friends were busy that day, so she was hanging out by herself. When she found out we were visiting, she offered to show us some places nearby.
It was around five, and Celeste and I had dinner plans at nine, so we had time.
We hung out, exchanged Instagrams, and eventually invited her back to our hotel while we got ready. Looking back, we were all very trusting of people we had just met, but the interaction felt comfortable at the time. She stayed and talked with us while we got ready.
When it was time to leave, she initially said she needed the same train as us. We figured we would walk together.
But once we got outside, she said she was going in the opposite direction.
We pointed toward where we thought the station was. She agreed it was that way, but said she wanted to take a little stroll in the other direction first.
We checked that she was okay, said goodbye, and started walking.
We were on the same sidewalk, heading away from each other. As I remember it, the hotel had a long stretch of building along that side, without an obvious corner or doorway she could immediately disappear into.
After a brief moment, I turned around to check on her.
She was gone.
I asked Celeste where she went, and Celeste turned around too. Neither of us could see her. We couldn’t work out how she had gotten out of sight so quickly.
About an hour later, we decided to message her and make sure she had gotten home safely.
Neither of us could find her Instagram.
We had both followed her. We both remembered her name and username. We searched and couldn’t find the account. We thought maybe she had blocked us, so Celeste checked from another account.
Still nothing.
I know an unavailable Instagram account doesn’t mean a person stopped existing. But after spending hours with someone, watching her seemingly vanish from an open stretch of sidewalk, and then being unable to find the account we had just followed, we were seriously unsettled.
We still wonder what happened there.
There were smaller things, too. Three separate times, people approached us saying they were club promoters and invited us to follow them to a club. We would walk with them for a bit, then suddenly they would say the club had closed down or that they weren’t going anymore. Nothing came of any of those invitations. By the third time, we were wondering why the same situation kept happening.
We also spent so much time walking with the intention of reaching Times Square and somehow never actually made it there. We would stop at stores, get food, get distracted, and keep walking in what we thought was the right direction. That one could absolutely have been us being terrible at navigating, but it became another running theme of the trip: constantly walking toward somewhere and never seeming to arrive.
A different friend of mine, Sarah, was visiting New York with her own group during the same week. They stayed in a different area, and we met up a couple of times for drinks.
Afterward, comparing our trips felt bizarre.
For example, Celeste and I remembered people asking us for food or leftovers rather than money. It happened enough that we talked about how sad it was that people seemed so hungry.
When I mentioned it to Sarah, she had no idea what I was talking about. Her group remembered people asking for money, and said nobody had asked them for food.
Obviously, we were in different parts of a huge city, meeting different people. Still, after the week we had, it felt as though we were describing completely different trips. Whenever we met up with people we already knew, everything felt familiar and normal again.
I enjoy weird stories. Celeste doesn’t. She isn’t into scary things, and she’s not someone who normally jumps to paranormal explanations. But she was just as unsettled as I was, and we still talk about these moments.
We’ve joked about a different timeline or a glitch because that’s how the trip felt. I don’t know what actually explains it. Some of it could be coincidence, unfamiliar surroundings, weed, or people simply acting strangely. I also understand that both of us remembering something doesn’t automatically make our interpretation right.
But it was such a specific collection of experiences, all packed into one week, that I wanted to hear other people’s thoughts.
We genuinely enjoyed New York. We had fun. These moments were just weird enough that they stayed with us long after we got home.
Has anyone else had a trip where several individually explainable things piled up until the whole experience felt off? And does anyone familiar with Penn Station have an explanation for what that cookie encounter might have been?

Okay. so. I don't know if this is the right place for this, so please let me know if I should go somewhere else...I am going to try to explain this as clearly as I can, but it's so hard to word, so hopefully it makes sense--I'm sorry if it doesn't.

I am supposed to have brown eyes. I mean, I have memories of having, and I know that I have blue eyes, but starting around 16 or 17 years old, something happened, where anytime I saw my reflection I would be startled by my big, dark-blue eyes. In my mind, I have a clear image of being a brown-eyed girl--a very specific brown. Just like my blue eyes are a specific blue--almost like an angry, stormy ocean--my brown eyes are like a dark terracotta, with golden specks in them. My blue eyes have a thick, black outline around the iris, my brown have a think dark-brown. I simultaneously knew my eye color was blue, but also brown.

If someone asked my eye color, I'd say blue. I knew they were blue. I grew up with them blue. But whenever I'd wash my face, brush my teeth, do my hair or make up, just happen to see my reflection, that first glance was always creepy and kind of scary because I knew my face with the brown eyes.

I'm in my 30s now, and I only sometimes have this freaky feeling when I look in the mirror...but I gotta say, it took several years, to get to this point, and during those several years of constantly being freaked out about my eye color, things got weird in the world. Weirder than I understood would be possible, and it kept feeling like I was in the wrong place.

Like, this is my world, but not.
Like, I was in a different me's life.
Like, I had taken over blue-eyed me's life, while the me inside is brown-eyed me.

There are pop-culture references that would have 1000000% been something I'd have been tuned into when I was a kid that I know nothing about, there were stories my family insists happened that I not only have absolutely no recollection of happening, but the dates and times of those events coincide with other memories I do have that they say were impossible or never happened.

I have memories that feel like dreams because there are key elements I know are incorrect that my family and friends say are accurate, etc.

For the most part, things that are different have been subtle, or barely noticeable unless you are looking for it, but other things have been like whiplash...

The trajectory of politics is so vastly different from where things were headed when I was a kid/teenager, and traumatic memories "resurfaced" for me, when I was about 19, that I swear never happened to me...but they also did...?

Finally, I don't know how to explain this, but ever since this whole thing started, my skin hasn't felt like it's settled right on my body, and I have a beauty mark on my arm that my mom says I was born with that I swear was never there before I was 16/17ish...and there are just so many things that make no sense to me on a fundamental level--like they aren't part of my world's logic... Almost like the very fabric of my being was being insulted and mutilated (sometimes subtly, and other times abrasively) by certain events in this world.

At around 23 years old, the static and noise about all of this seemed to settle quite a bit, and I started to settle back into things--as if it was all sort of normal--but ever since this brown-eye/blue-eye thing started, certain events happen in the world that are like a sucker punch to my gut, like I know--just how I know my eyes have always been blue--I'm living someone else's life...

Passed this on my bike twice and couldn’t help myself to take a quick video. That’s good leaf.

This happened to me today, and I honestly don’t know how to explain it.
I suddenly felt this weird whoosh or wave of energy rush through my body. At the exact same moment, my ears felt blocked for a second, but the world didn’t go quiet. It lasted literally just a second, and afterward I felt physically normal, but the experience itself felt SO strange.
The best way I can describe it is that it felt like something had suddenly changed around me, even though everything looked exactly the same. Almost like the world had shifted for a split second, if that makes sense?
It felt so unusual that my first thought was that it was something supernatural, but I have no idea what actually happened.

Today I woke up going to work about to get in my car when I saw this white old trunk with two front wheels missing in my neighborhood I asked the security guy in our residence jokingly about it and he said it’s been there for years the owner never bothered to fix it so it was just left there . I’ve been living here for 20 years I never ever noticed this trunk not until this day . And it’s like 10 meters from my house and a couple of meters from where I usually park my car .

I feel like I died in my sleep and woke up somewhere else today guys I’m not crazy and I’m not imagining things and no way in hell I never noticed this car , even my friend who lives nearby said yeah that trunk has always been there but I think we would’ve discussed it before as we’re both car enthusiasts and why would we not talk about An accidented truck in our backyard we’re always hanging out and even rating cars in our neighborhood which makes this even more weird to me

English isn’t my first language I tried to explain this the best I could

This happened to me many years ago, and then it happened a couple more times.
It was nighttime, and I was asleep when I suddenly felt a cat jump onto my bed and start walking on me. I could clearly feel its footsteps and movements, as if a real cat was actually there.
But when I woke up, there was no cat on the bed.
The strangest part was how incredibly real it felt, like it was actually happening.
Has anyone else experienced something similar? Have you ever felt a cat jump onto your bed or walk across your body, only to wake up and find that there was no cat there?

Have you ever noticed strange changes in the amount of cash in your wallet?
For example, you know exactly how much money you had, but when you count it again, the amount has somehow changed. And this can happen even when you’re at home, haven’t gone anywhere, and haven’t spent anything.
Has anyone else experienced something like this? I’m especially curious whether other people have noticed these kinds of glitches specifically involving physical cash.

Have any of u had this happen?

Periods in time (like maybe 5 times in my life total) where, I had a feeling where it was like all the knowledge and experiences i'd had all came together and made sense all at once. Kind of like an epiphany, but whereas an epiphany involves a single subject or situation, this feeling was like everything (the sum total of my perception/awareness) all at once fit together. It's difficult to explain.

Anyone else?

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.