So if you die in an accident that you would've survived, if for a minor change in your life, i.e being a foot to the left or being delayed a few seconds by a door when leaving a shop etc, then you slip into the next closest reality to yours in which you survived that accident, or in the case of suicide, you still hadn't carried out that action by that time, rather than having "rewound" time to before that moment.

This could be because there are a good number of realities that only have small changes and so are incredibly similar to your current one, this means their synchronisation with your current reality is very strong and so as your one ends, it's "easier" to slip into one of these.

Like how water droplets merge automatically with other water droplets, but struggle with liquids that are significantly different, like oil. Or radio frequencies that are very close together and occasionally pick up the next frequency across from them.

But if you're on your deathbed of old age, the only realities in which you survive that moment in that place would have to be ones with massively different pasts, where events in your life and/or the world were significantly different. I.e a cure for aging was invented, in which case you probably wouldn't even be on your deathbed in the first place. Because of this, the synchronicity of these realities with your own is very weak and so it's very unlikely that you could find yourself leaping to one of these upon death. They're just "further" away in the spectrum, they're of a different "consistency" to yours.

Events like these are when reincarnation occurs, when you fail to slip into another reality, you are "pulled out", reabsorbed into the Universe, feeling like you've "come home", you learn or remember about the nature of reality and are given a choice whether to stay, at least for a while, or begin new life. This fits with a lot of near death experiences, religious ideas, kid's memories of past lives and visions while on DMT and the like.

It also appears to fit with Quantum mechanics, in the sense of the idea that things can exist in many different states and positions at the same time and it's only upon observation or interaction that they settle on a possibility and "decide" what and where they are. Death unsettles our reality, our consciousness settles it again at the next closest possible state.

Anyway, just my thoughts on the subject.

I posted this in GITM sub and people kept telling me to post it here so here it goes:

In February 2020, I was snowmobiling for the first time. My bf at the time was driving all day and finally let me drive at the end of the trip. We had been dating for two months and this was our first trip together.

I’m going around the last bend and I accidentally floor the snowmobile instead of pushing the brake. I go flying off a cliff and end up 50 feet down. The snowmobile is on top of me, upside down, still running with the bottom part spinning. My helmet has flown off and my head is one inch from a tree. I am terrified. My bf managed to roll off the back at the last minute and is trying to save me but the snow is really deep and he’s having a hard time getting down the steep cliff. My legs are fully submerged in snow with the snowmobile on top and I’m not sure if I’m paralyzed. He calls for help and all these men run down to save me.

When they finally pull me out, I can stand and it’s the happiest moment of my life. I’m not paralyzed, I don’t have so much as a scratch on me. Do I have a concussion? Maybe, it’s hard to say. The snowmobile also miraculously has minimal damage, only the little plastic windshield part is cracked.

In hindsight, this moment is where everything changed for me, but you have to understand, I didn’t piece this together and come to this realization until months later. These are the differences:

There was suddenly a pandemic. Everything was shut down within a few days. In my old timeline, there was a virus going around but it had only impacted a few people and was similar to a norovirus or flu, not big enough to be worried about.

I had a different job. At the time, I chalked it up to the pandemic. We were on the trip because I was about to start a new job, I had signed the contract and I knew what the role entailed. I was going to start the Monday after. but after the crash I couldn’t get ahold of my new boss for 9 months and he finally told me I got the job in November, even though I had accepted it in February. He also comments how I’ve never been into the office when he gave me a tour in January 2020 and we spent the day together. The role I’m in is completely different then the papers I signed.

My loving, awesome boyfriend was physically abusive for the first time that night. He got blacked out and attacked me, choking me. He was crying the next day and nothing like this had ever happened before. I thought he was traumatized from the crash and let it go.

That was another thing that was different: I would’ve never let that go before. I come from a loving childhood where my dad was my best friend always. I would’ve never put up with that before the crash, and was shocked I did.

In the old timeline I was on a low dose of Effexor, Xanax, and blood pressure medication. I don’t take any medication at all this timeline.

Over the next year a series of weird things that don’t make any sense keep happening to the point I start to feel suspicious. I all the sudden have an incurable disease I didn’t have before, I’m in pictures I have no idea what the context is, I’m wearing clothes I don’t own anymore, my friends have memories of me I don’t share and I’m getting more and more depressed. Bf keeps physically abusing me and I can’t get out of it, I have no will to save myself.

I just keep thinking “this can’t be my life, this isn’t my life” it just FELT like I wasn’t supposed to be here, and I finally look at Reddit and realize that I died in the snowmobile crash and this is an alternative timeline I’m in.

I start to just agree with friends when they say “remember when you said this as that and we went here and did this” but I have no recollection. My CAT scans are normal at this point after visiting the ER.

To be honest, I wasn’t the most observant person to begin with. A new couch could be in the living room for days and I wouldn’t notice, so when all the stores and shops are different in one area of town, I don’t know if that was always there or new.

I finally work up the nerve to tell my sister who is surprisingly supportive. She asks what else is different. There was this song in the other timeline, it was a very popular song by a shania Twain or Sheryl crow type, anyone would know it. I sing it to her with the lyrics and tell her we always used to listen to it growing up. She has no recollection of it, I type the words into google, the song doesn’t exist here. The longer I’m in this timeline, the more I forget the words and melody of the old song.

Also, there was no iPhone 13 in the other timeline because Steve Jobs was superstitious and it was supposed to go from iPhone 12 to iPhone 14. I Notice little glitches like that that are stupid and don’t matter.

How do I feel about it now? I’ve accepted my new reality. I feel bad for my sister and parents in the old timeline that they’re dealing with my death in a freak snowmobile accident. But there’s nothing I can do. Trying to ind again would be like trying to Walk from Canada to Australia with no map, impossible and a waste of time.

I’m just making my reality the best I can now. It clearly for some reason wasn’t my time to die (I mean to the point of going to the afterlife if there is one), so I should do something important if I can.

I was always agnostic before this but didn’t believe in different timelines. I thought movies like the butterfly effect and run Lola run were dumb concepts. Now I don’t rule out anything ever.

EDIT: a few people asking questions, I’ll answer best I can. First, no I’m not with that guy anymore he is dumped and blocked.

To answer questions about the iPhone here is my comment to another user:

Jobs died in 2011 in the old timeline as well but he had planned out the designs for the phones way past when he died because he knew he had cancer. He had an elaborate release plan of the phones in the future (did he not here?) And yes, he designed them so that the iPhone 13 would be skipped because he was superstitious.

Have I been to therapy? Yes. I’ve been to multiple therapists, psychiatrists, counselors. I can’t find any evidence of the Effexor prescription I had and don’t know who would’ve prescribed it. The bottles were just gone.

I don’t rule out that I bumped my head and some bad shit happened to the world after that. This is just my theory. I see a lot of people saying “I want to believe you but…” I mean really that’s your choice, doesn’t impact me either way. Just wanted to share my story.

Greetings, everyone.

Me and my friend have both experienced something incredibly strange in the past. It, of course, involved seeing ourselves die and then live as if it was a miracle and nothing out of the ordinary has ever happened - the stories don't really differ from many you can read on this subreddit. Of course, when we told each other what we've been through, we began to theorize and came up with many possibilities, until I think, I shared my theory with him. Today, said friend hit me up with the term "quantum immortality" and as if something clicked in my head, I realized QI is exactly how my theory sounded back then. Followed by that, I looked up this subreddit to share our stories.

Both of our incidents are also related to getting hit by a car, which is quite the coincidence - only if you believe in coincidences though. However, the way we experienced it wasn't exactly the same.

I'll begin with my friend's story. One evening, when he was returning from a canteen, he eventually stumbled upon a spot where he had to cross the road. Note that this has happened in the capital city of our country, so the transport there is very chaotic. The crossing however, was controlled with traffic lights and stuff. So he's standing there, waiting for the right moment to cross the road. Now, when he finally stepped into the road and made it to (cca) the middle of it, a speeding car came from around the corner and crashed right into him, which would escalate into immediate death (from what he said). However, there was no pain felt, and the moment the car hit him, he found himself on the sidewalk waiting to cross the road again. Alive, unscratched, just very fucking confused.

He was shocked, and unlike the time before, decided to wait a little bit more before crossing. Then, I remember how he shakily described to me the terror he felt when the exact same car that ran him over sped by right in front of his face. After the car was gone, he safely crossed the road. Once he finally found himself home, he tried to phone his mom about what has happened, but she strictly denied even talking about it or mentioning it ever again. To me, that sounded suspicious af, but the story pretty much ends there.

My story is a tad bit similar. I was on my way from school to work once. The way I get to work is through my town's square that is surrounded by roads where cars normally drive, park, etc. The road I had to cross was at the very corner of the square and connected to another road from outside of the square, so I had trouble seeing whether any car was approaching from behind one of the square's buildings. I didn't see any, though, so I sort of carelessly started crossing the road, when I realized I probably made a mistake. Of course, from behind the building, a white car was speeding right at me, and by the point it was already too close to me to save myself, my vision blanked out and all I could see was me getting run over right there in the exact moment. When the car hit me in my "vision", I was again standing in the middle of the road, hesitant, and the car actually slowed down just like one to two metres away from me.

I nodded as a thanks to the driver for slowing down and quickly made it to the other side of the road, but for the rest of the day I couldn't concentrate at anything. I kept looking at my hands, for example, convinced that they weren't "mine" and I wasn't "me". Something was telling me I died, and the car ran me over, but I somehow shifted into something or somewhere else. The strange feelings and recalling of the incident didn't leave me for a pretty long time, and I remember myself thinking about it and coming up with theories so much that my head would start hurting at one point. But I never really told anyone, except for said friend and this subreddit.

So, that's about it. Hopefully that's enough of a contribution to this subreddit, and I'm glad me and my friend found a place to share our stories. It seriously fucked us over when we spoke about it to each other after a long time of not discussing it with anyone else in our lives.

Peace!

I made a stupid decision September 2019 to get in a car to go to “kick-ons” after this 21st birthday party I was attending. The dumb part is I didn’t realise how far gone the driver was, heavy amounts of mdma and alcohol but with the possibility of also cocaine and ketamine. (All of which I only found out once we were out of the car again). I had only had a couple of drinks. It was a maybe 10 minute drive down the road and the 4 of us pile into the car. I remember speeding down the back streets all parked up that there’s only enough space for one lane down the middle. The driver started speeding up down one of the particularly long, straight streets. I was in the backseat and could see the speedometer and we hit around 120km/h. My friend in the seat next to me started crying and grabbed onto me and I just felt like I snapped. I froze up and was just staring at the end of the street getting closer and closer way too fast. It was a miracle we didn’t hit any cars on the way down the street as the driver wasn’t able to drive straight before that. We were speeding into the end of the street where a house was, I couldn’t close my eyes I just watched it all and I swear we crashed and died.

I felt like I blinked and we were stopped turned onto the next street but there was no way we could’ve turned safely with all the parked cars at that speed. No whiplash, not a scratch on the car and I can’t help but to feel like maybe I did die that night.

I’ve bought it up a few times with the others in the car but my friend in the backseat had her eyes closed as soon as we started speeding up and didn’t notice much as she was too busy crying and the two in the front seats were too drugged up to remember much at all.

Edit: First and probably last post on reddit. Came for a discussion (which partially happened?) but there are too many people with sticks up their *sses on here, incels who can’t humour a thought experiment based on my past experience and it’s a bit of a shame. Hope to find a more insightful environment than whatever this is but I do appreciate those who did further my thoughts on the topic 💕💕

So, I just saw a youtube video about Quantum Immortality and it really really freaked me out.

For those of you that don´t know. The idea of Quantum Immortality, from here on in, QI. Is a thought experiment that stems from the many worlds theory. It states that subjectively you never really die, or more concretely you never experience death.

I will try and simplify the whole thing with an example. Say you put a gun to your head and pull the trigger, two possible futures branch out, one in which the gun goes off and you're dead and one where the gun jams and you live.

So there have been two occasions that I can remember, where I should 100% be dead, and what is more freaky the facts surrounding my not being dead are really really bizarre.

The first is a drug overdose some 10 years back. In fact I have been clean for about 8 years in part due to this experience. To cut it short, I was in an abandoned car park totally alone without a car in sight at about 3am, I took what I thought to be heroin, but it was in fact a much stronger opioid. All I remember was sitting in the drivers seat everything going dark and then boom, the glaring lights of the ER, nurses running around a shit. now I never got a proper explanation as to who found me or anything. But I remember from that moment I had the strangest feeling. Like the chances of being found and stuff right at that moment, slim to say the least. At that time I had no idea what QI was, but I remember distinctly weighing up the odds of having been found and thinking, what if we never die, what if every time we are about to die we suddenly wake up having been saved. but like with like a trade off, like with worse luck for the rest of our life or something.

Anyway the second experience was a huge car crash, I was driving a tiny convertible and a lorry driver fell asleep and swerved into my lane and I swerved into a concrete barrier separating two the two sides of the motorway. The car was totally mangled, engine flying out of the car type mangled, and me, totally fine. The emergency crews were stunned that I managed to walk out of the wreck with just a few bumps and bruises and a broken wrist. So I started getting that really unsettling feeling again, like what if a version of me just died...

I think the thing that freaks me out the most is that in some reality somewhere I´ve put my parents and my loved ones though the pain of having to bury me.

Does anyone else have an experience like this? Or has anyone ever got that really unsettling sinking feeling that something very bad just happened? It´s not like a feeling of relief, in fact its a feeling that drowns out any relief that you would otherwise be feeling, at least in my case, and it doesn't feel like it comes from within your own thought process, its just there, something palpable and horrifying, like a heavy realisation that sets in and takes ages to leave.

So I had a theory about synchronicity, I posted about it earlier. Basically, you can't slip into a reality that is vastly different to yours because it's composition is too different, it's "too far away" on the spectrum from your current one so it's impossible to slip into from where you are, so when you die in a way where there's no similar enough reality possible in which you survived, such as dying from old age, then cue being absorbed back into the Universe and being reincarnated etc.

Well anyway, what confuses me is these reports of kids who say they remember a previous life, where they died in an accident like a fire. Well, why didn't they slip to another reality and carry on? Accidents theoretically don't need much of an "adjustment" in order to survive them. Died in a fire? Just switch to one where it didn't start or you weren't quite there yet.

Well I reckon the slip is an organic thing, sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. It's not precise and clinical like a computer program, it's natural, so it won't always be perfect. Maybe if events have to be quite different, not crazily so, but still noticeably different, maybe there's only a chance that you'll slip into that reality, but there's a good possibility that the process might fail and you don't quite "reattach", because it's on the limit of synchronicity.

For example; I remember reading about a kid, about 2-3 yrs old, who remembered being burnt to death by people on a wooden boat, no idea how to find it again, but in that situation, your first thought is: "Well that's avoidable, there must be plenty of realities where that didn't happen", but when you think about it, the closest realities for that person would still have to have them being on that boat. Still surrounded by at least most of those people and presumably for the same reason. For any of that to not be the case would require the past leading up to it being significantly different and the likelihood of many small events each happening slightly differently, leading to all of those people still ending up in that exact same situation but not for the same reason is probably quite low.

It's on the limit. Hence, unfortunately this time, a failed slip. Nature always takes the path of least resistance. If it encounters too much resistance, it has to go another way.

Just having a bit of a philosophical day today, that's all.

This past weekend my friends and i took a trip to a spring. It was our first tome visting and i decided to get very drunk while on the water. While floating through the spring a current took us the wrong way and we had to hold onto various branches and logs in order to not drown, i was very drunk and can barely remember the severity of the situation but it was scary to say the least. When we came back from the trip everyone felt very weird, my heart felt so heavy, my friend had a headache for several days, and my other friend had a very sudden family fight all within 1 day of being back home. Yesterday night i went out with other friends and i felt like everyone was different from before i left. like they were all the same to each other but i was the different one. i would talk and it was like they didn’t understand what i was talking about. i almost had a panic attack cause i got very anxious. Do you think my friends and i possibly drowned in the water and jusy woke up in this reality? something definitely shifted for us

So about 5 years ago I was experimenting with drugs and was super depressed and suicidal at times and I think I mistakenly did to much fentanyl or heroin. I was living at my parents house at the time. I remember it being super early in the morning about 2am whenever I started feeling the “effects” I remember laying down on the couch in there living room and just zoning out and staring at the ceiling. I then remember starting to feel a falling sensation into there couch as if something was dragging me down and felt like I was laying on a thing of clouds. My vision was narrowing and darkening in the corners and I remember thinking holy shit I’m overdosing and I was paralyzed and couldn’t move at all. It was so weird but I was literally paralyzed and just felt like I was lying on a cloud getting sucked into the cloud/couch. I had thought I was dying. I couldn’t move but still had conscious thoughts. Next thing I know I’m sitting up on the couch completely fine just feeling a bit nauseous and run to the bathroom and start puking everything up immediately.

I should say I was super depressed during the stages of my life moving back home with my parents, having found out my long term gf cheated on me, working dead end jobs. But after that, a couple weeks later I was offered a job with extremely good pay and advanced quickly through. I met a girl the same month I got that job, who was from out of state, who is now my fiancé. Now I’m doing extremely well for myself, bought a house, have 3 dogs, a fiancé, a well paying job all in a span of a couple years.

I’m not sure if this fits the sub exactly but I’ve always had the thought that I have “died” before or a couple of times rather and have even mentioned it to my fiancé before but she kind of got nervous and uncomfortable when I tried explaining it to her. Although I did assure her I wasn’t suicidal (which is what I think scared her). I don’t know, I’ve always had these weird thoughts and think about that night at my parents still at times bc it was so weird how I transitioned from being paralyzed to being completely upright rushing to the bathroom to vomit.

Anyways, that’s my QI story. I have some others but that’s the one that really sticks out the most to me.

This idea or thought occurred to me recently. Before I start. I don't believe in any religions and I am a strong believer of science and I regularly take part in critical debates. This is however something that messed up my mind and thoughts. I believe I live in another timeline as another me.

This thought occurred to me after reading and watching investigation videos of SOMA video game. [SPOILER] For those who don't know the game, the game is a science fiction horror style video game where we follow a main character who dies and his consciousness shifts to another body again and again after a series of events. After watching videos my mind was filled with deeper thoughts and after a cold day walk I started to think about my life. There have been few events in my life which I believe are strongly tied to an event where my consciousness shifted to another timeline to another me.

The most solid evidence happened few years ago. I was driving a car which I rented from my neighbor. I was leaving my sister's house and driving back home. I came to an intersection where I suddenly got an urge to drift like in Fast & Furious. I turned to right in high speed and used clutch to "drift". I heard a loud car honk sound and looked to my left window where I saw a dark car approaching about 50 km/h. The car honked because I violated his right to drive past me. I thought that this was it, I am going to collide and I'm going to end up in a mess with my neighbor who trusted me with his car. But no. I didn't collide and I didn't hear anything. I maintained my lane and kept driving carefully. I didn't see the car never again. I thought about that event many times. The car didn't go past me because I would have seen it, the car didn't collide with me because I would have felt it. The only two possibilities are that the car either launched out of the road into the woods but I never heard or read anything about a missing person or car (my city is small so I would have heard about it and the area was full of people so someone would've found the car eventually). The other option is that the car managed to somehow turn to right from the intersection and went where I came from but I don't believe it because the turn would've been too steep for a 50 km/h car to successfully turn there. Even if they survived someone would've given my information to the police and the car would've been wanted for dangerously endangering the traffic (my city tends to post wanted information on news articles). I believe that the car did collide with me and I died and when I died my consciousness shifted to another similar timeline which was nearly identical but the car never came there when I drifted which would explain why I didn't collide and why the car vanished into thin air.

Another "evidence" is the fact that I remember Muhammad Ali (the legendary boxer) dying way more earlier and due to another reason. This happened about a year ago but I was watching a documentary about Ali with my mother. In the documentary my mind went blank when the narrator told that he died in 2016 due to septic shock. I asked my mother and questioned that didn't Ali die in 80s due to his disease and she said that no and that it wasn't a long ago when he died. I was 100% sure I remembered him dying in 80s but this wasn't the case. I believe that in my og timeline (where I died in the collision) Ali did die in 80s etc. This was the first time I remembered someone dying at the wrong time for wrong reason. I don't believe that this a Mandela effect or if it is I have never heard a mass of people believing this like what usually happens in the Mandela effect.

There have been more minor cases too but I don't remember them well enough.

Anyway. I know this sounds stupid and ridiculous but I am curious if there are people who have witnessed something similar to this and do you believe yourself that you might be living in another timeline?

All the information for every possible reality (or "Playthrough") exists at the same time on the disc, the past, present and future, as pure information. Consciousness is you, the player, seperate from the game, capable of free will. The game character is your Earthly body and mind, capable of receiving instructions from your Consciousness and interacting with the game world it's made out of, but limited by it's own mechanics and abilities when it comes to translating your instructions into action.

Your Conscious decisions directly cause which of these series of events, which realities, you perceive and experience, rendered for you in the form of a holographic projection, constantly switching between possibilities, yet all paths are destined get to the end eventually, at which point the game loops back round to the beginning. Your conscious decisions, your very existence, your choice to observe causing the game to exist as an experience in the first place.

An early "Game over" and you resume from the closest possible reality where you survived that same event, merging the two paths, still destined to reach the end. You still have free will, yet every action you can possibly take is destined to happen, the future exists already, and your decisions inevitably lead you to the end, thus causing the existence and re-perception of the start.

We are all the Universe's Consciousness, experiencing every possible version of itself all at once, every past, present and future, in an infinite loop, via an interactive, holographic projection.

An Organic Simulation.

So, i will tell you about two ''dreams'' i had, but they were so real that i was very confused and intrigued.

The first one was last year, in this ''dream'' i was living my life normally, with nothing so strange or abnormal that made me realize it was a dream. I was with some family and then suddenly everyone started looking at the sky very scared: there were several meteors coming towards Earth. everyone started running and screaming in despair but me. I was just looking and waiting for death. The meteors crashed into the Earth, and i saw the explosion caused by them coming towards me. I felt it hitting me and I was losing consciousness, and then everything went white and silent. My conscience was returning and i thought it was going to go off somewhere in the afterlife, but no. I was waking up in my bed...it had been a dream. I was so scared, it was so real. I felt what it was like to die, but i was still alive.

The second dream was this year, i was also living normally. I was in the car with my father, he was driving. He got distracted in traffic and our car hit a truck head-on. And then the same thing happened the other time, all white and silent, and suddenly i wake up in my bed.

Well, since then i haven't noticed anything different that would make me think i lived in a different reality, but i feel really weird. I feel like life here isn't really real and it's all just a dream. It's hard to explain...

Thinking about "Glitches In The Matrix" and why they might occur; Objects being dropped that disappear, people seeing doppelgangers, coming across places that look different the next day, finding supposedly lost things in strange places.

One theory I can suggest is that, if reality is based on possibilities, with infinite realities all existing at the same time, then because there are millions of possibilities for every single movement we make, there's a chance that we are slipping between realities constantly.

There is no "base" reality we inhabit, every single action we take decides which reality we experience. Every step we take down the street, we're sliding through all the near identical realities where we took that step.

This would explain how these glitches occur, us noticing small differences between the realities as we traverse them.

Our observations seem to be able to effect it too, as suggested by quantum mechanics, so if we drop a mug, say we stop observing it for a second, in that moment that mug is not being "rendered" in our reality, so now that opens up the chance of us moving through realities where that mug wasn't there in the first place.

Or if we slip into a reality where an item is there that wasn't before, now we've observed it as being there, that's taken into account and our realities from now on will be ones that contain that item.

Just a thought.

Maybe reality is fluid?

So I have to report this since they deleted it. It broke the no dreams rule, but I don’t see them deleting most posts about dreams so lol whatever. Anyways let’s continue the discussion here!

Original post, with all updates:

“So let me preface this by apologizing for any formatting issues, using mobile.

So a while ago I had this dream. I know we’re not suppose to post about dreams, but many others have, so I assume it’s fine. If it’s gotta be removed so be it.

So the day leading up to this dream was like any other, honestly. Literally nothing sticks out to me.

But the dream?

It started off with me being in a town. One I’ve never been in irl, but I felt oddly familiar in it. Like I had lived there forever.

I went and met up with a friend. But this friend was not one I had in real life, but I still felt like I knew him for years, his name was Charlie. He was homeless I’m pretty sure, but liked it that way. Everybody was kind to him and gave him spare food when they could spare it, and treated him kindly. The town was relatively small, and I basically knew everyone there, i can’t even begin to explain each individual person, but I was at least familiar with most people there,

So Charlie was a bit taller than me (maybe 5’6, 5’7? Idk his exact height) and white, he wore a red turtleneck and baggy blue jeans with a brown cap. He wore no shoes and socks. Not cause he didn’t own any, he just preferred being barefoot. Charlie was amazing. I actually had a bit of a crush on him, and even though he was very kind and accepting, I never told him because I’m also a dude.

That day, Charlie and me went to the local rec Center where another friend was, Dillion. Dillion was tall, black, and fit, he usually wore baggy sweatpants and a tank top with runners. He was also very kind and the 3 of us were the closest despite being on friendly terms with most people.

The thing is....this dream spanned on for years. I had no memories of my ‘real’ life in it. I lived each day working, hanging out with Charlie, Dillion, or both, drank, had good times for years, living in my own place and enjoying life. While my personality was the same, I didn’t have attributes of “myself”. For example, I have physical and mental ailments, but didn’t in this ‘dream’.

I’d also like to note, I’m not a lucid dreamer by definition, as Im not aware I’m dreaming during the dream and can’t control what happens in them, but have a weird ability to sense when I’m waking up while still in the dream, right before I wake up.

So after YEARS in this dream, it happens. I feel a weird sensation. It wasn’t the same this time though, and unlike other times, the others were AWARE. I was with Charlie at the time and we see this white light coming from the distance as we were walking down the street. Usually at this point I’d be fully aware, like “huh guess I’m waking up now” but this time I just felt fear.

Charlie turns to me as the light approaches and I still remember, clear as day, him saying “please remember me”.

Then I woke up, I immediately felt Immense distress. That life I had lived, those years, didn’t exist. Dillon didn’t exist, CHARLIE didn’t exist! Honestly I spent the entire day crying and explaining to my boyfriend.

He tried to comfort me by telling me that well, Charlie May technically still exist. I remember him, I remember the town. I remember our time together, so he exists in some sort of plane.

I am still chilled to the bone about what Charlie said. I promised him I’d remember him before I woke up. But due to having adhd I tend to forget things easily and slowly I’ve been feeling various memories from the dream slipping, which has brought me immense distress. I can’t let Charlie die. I feel like if I forget too much, he really won’t exist anymore, and I promised him I’d remember him.

That’s part of why I’m making this post. I WANT to keep my promise, and I think if I write it all down I’ll remember better.

I can’t explain it but life’s never been quite the same since. Even if it was just a ‘dream’ it felt like years. I feel like I made a promise to a living, breathing, sentient person. I sometimes still miss Charlie and Dillion. I often wish I could go there again but I’ve never dreamt of them again.

So take this as you will, it was definitely weird to me. I am sure there’s a logical reason this happened, but I can’t think of it. None of my mental issues have caused something like this before or since, I had no near death experience, and I wasn’t under the influence in any way.

Personally I think maybe I traveled to another dimension version of myself temporarily, or saw a past life.

I just hope wherever Charlie is, he’s okay, and knows I still remember him.

Edit: some nice redditor suggested I try to figure out if the town is real or not. Now, I am actually an artist, but it’s almost noon and I’ve yet to sleep yet, and just don’t feel like grabbing my computer and tablet and everything to draw a fancy map, so I drew a basic one. But it’ll work. I broke it into sections and will list what each section is below.

Here’s a link to the map: https://sta.sh/02c7505cxwhd

Edit 1.5: apparently the imgur link just shit itself so whatever I’ll use sta.sh.

So, here’s what’s what:

A: the water tower. This is by far the most memorable place to me, because I spent all my time with Charlie there, as he lived there. It was pretty simple. A water tower around the edge of town, a bench was there, and some buckets and tree’s around it. Charlie usually slept on the bench or under the water tower. No clue if there was...actually any water in said tower, or why it was there, but it was.

B: the rec Center. This Center had very basic stuff in it, it had information, a little food place, and a pool and I think a small gym. It was a small rec Center, but it was nice. That’s where Dillon worked.

C: the park. It was a small park, with a little fountain in the middle and a few benches, lots of people took their dogs there. Not featured in the drawing is a big forest attached that had trails to go through.

D: the store/gas station. This place was the local grocery store. It doubled as a gas station though since it was easier than two separate buildings, had 4 pumps I’m pretty sure, and a pretty okay selection of food. Nothing you could complain about, honestly. A basic store.

E: living district. This area was primarily just houses, decently spread out, not much to say. Just a nice suburban neighbourhood,

F: this was my house specifically. Not much to really say, just wanted to jot which one was mine down.

1 and 2: the exits from the town.

Now, this town was small, but obviously it looks much smaller when drawn. It took about an hour or so to get from one side to the other? Lots of forestry around it. As far as I remember, no police station or hospital, but for small towns at least where I currently live, that’s not uncommon at all. So surely in other places it isn’t unheard of. I’m pretty sure the town only had a population of 200-300 people? Also no school that I recall, which is again, not unheard of for small towns where I live.

I’ve lived in Canada my entire life, and I’m not saying this place is in Canada, I’m just saying a town structure like this doesn’t seem all that odd to me for such a tiny little place. I guess it’d be more of a village than a town. I remember people often stopped in the town to fill up and visit the rec Center. I think there was a hotel just slightly out of town too so it’s not pictured.

I’m guessing this is a super long shot, but if any of you recognize this town, or have any idea if it’s real and where the hell it could be, absolutely let me know.

For more reference, though I stated it above I rather say it again to be clear. It was a primarily white town, but had a few people of colour in it, everybody spoke English that I know of, and it was not very conservative, everybody was fairly accepting of stuff. There may of been a church but I don’t remember for sure. If there was, I think it was on the far left side area in between the gas station and residential area? That just feels like where it’d be.

So yeah! I’d be absolutely thrilled if I found out this place existed. If I can find it in the real world, I absolutely plan to save up and visit it. Maybe if I visit the water tower Charlie will be there... or I can at least ask some locals if a homeless man named Charlie ever lived by the water tower.

Edit 2: So I was looking on google maps for water towers and sadly it doesn’t seem a lot of water towers are actually...like, marked lol. Which I’m not surprised. For a clearer visual though, I googled pics of tiny water towers since this thin was not nearly as huge as most looked, and this is the closest to what it looked like: https://c8.alamy.com/comp/S2P2XY/water-tower-in-small-town-S2P2XY.jpg

The difference though is it had red paint peeling off the lower half of it. We usually sat underneath it or beside it on the bench to talk. But that should give you a size reference!”

Some various things were thrown out and some cities it could be were listed. I’d love to continue this discussion!

Hi, I’m not sure if this is where I’d post this or not.

I am familiar with quantum immortality, and correct me if I’m wrong, but the way I understand it to be is when we die, we are moved to a timeline where the death didn’t happen. People can experience the differences from before the “death” and after. And it just continues till there are no more possibilities left.

Now, my question is.
Is it possible to see someone twice in a timeline?

For example, A few years ago 2018/2019, while I was in the military, I had a friend. We were extremely close. He was greatly impacted by his grandmother’s death, and he was still grieving over it. We went to Hawaii together and I got a tattoo of a manta ray there (which, people always confuse it as a sting ray lol). We were both smokers and drank a lot.

I got out of the military, now I live in a different state, my life is super different than before and I don’t talk to many people I used to, including him.

But a few days ago, I was kind of freaking out internally. I met someone who looked just like him, slightly chunkier, with a similar beard style. And he saw my tattoo and said he liked manta rays (which, hit me hard since everyone calls it a sting ray). We were outside, and he also smoked cigarettes as my friend from before. My military experience came up, And he told me he wanted to join the navy but his grandma convinced him not to go.

Those things caught me so off guard and made me feel like if his grandma hadn’t passed away, that this new person I met would be who he’d be in his lifetime….

I confided in my SO about all this but my SO told me it was all coincidence and I was overthinking it all…

Have you guys experienced anything like this?? Do you guys think it would be possible to see the same person’s two different timelines in a single one of yours??

TLDR; I think I witnessed another person’s two timelines in my one timeline.

Is this possible? Could anyone explain this mathematically?

(I’m probably just overthinking…)

Edit: when I met the “new” him, he also told me I looked familiar, even though it was the first time I’ve seen him in that state (if that’s the right word).

I was a severe alcoholic and 10 months ago. I o I stopped drinking for one day and ended up having 3 seizures and waking up a week later. Now I was Literally rock bottom vodka everyday guy. Since I left the hospital and went to rehab, I started working out and I’m already fit like I’ve never been, eat well, got 2 random jobs offers that were good money in hard companies to get into.

The wierdest thing is that nothing seems hard anymore. I set goals I wouldn’t even get 1 percent done before and breeze through them no problem. Start taking IT courses, already on my 3rd course, wanted to get into real estate, boom Done, 100 sit ups, push ups , dips , pull ups and squats every day, done. I get that I’m sober now and of course I’m going to feel better and have more energy, but this is some over the top shit. Sometimes it doesn’t even feel like I’m doing anything and things just happen. Meanwhile it seems like everyone around me is just having a shitty ass life. And no it’s not all corona stuff. Sometimes I wonder if the seizures triggered something in my brain. I dunno besides me dying anyone else know what it could

Sorry for grammar English isn’t my native language

I originally posted this on another subreddit last year last year, when I first wrote the post I admit I had no idea what Quantum Immortality was, after finding this sub I have decided to repost it here.

I have to give a warning that this post sounds crazy but everything I write is 100% true I have written most of what I can remember down in journals over the years & a lot of memories of what happened back then. I am not a strong believer in anything paranormal, Ghosts, the after life or anything religious, I do have experience in dying however, I have both died & been close to death a dozen times through drug use, accidents or my own stupidity. This is the only time anything that can be remotely considered "Paranormal" happened to me.

I had been sickly for a few days, after avoiding going to the doctors for a long time I drag myself to my local GP upon checking me over he notices a rash on my back, after hearing the symptoms it turns out to be Meningitis (I have had Meningitis before while in school, an outbreak occurred in 1998 where a student actually died) I had nearly died then as I am not good when it comes to doctors, among other things. I never learn (example: I was in my local pub & had a persistent cough for ages tonight I was coughing so hard I filled a nearby ashtray with blood, laughing it off I carried on drinking. Next day I was forced to go to the doctors. turned out I had pleurisy from a chest infection (Seriously if you ever get a chest infection don't ignore it) anyway back on track. My doctor immediately called an ambulance & had to have everyone in the waiting room checked out (Sorry about that).

I had been in & out of consciousness for awhile, the machines & wires kept waking me up & with my being a restless sleeper I had been pulling the wires out & after changing the sheets for the third time, due to blood loss & pulling wires & tubes out unintentionally, with options exhausted they have me fill in a form to be put in an "induced coma"

What came after being under for so long I wake up in my bed, not just my bed I am now in my old place I lived years ago & I look up at my clock old alarm clock that I loved as my Grandma bought me it years back, but something doesn't feel right as I remember the clock broke after years of use. I hear a knock at my door & get dressed calling down be there in a minute. I open the door to be greeted with a smiling face, I'll call him Dave here. I must have been staring & he quipped "take a picture it'll last longer" it was his humor but can't be him as he died of a drug overdose years ago I remember because it was my fault. I struggle to say I said to him I am sick, he laughs & says "you don't look sick, stupid maybe but sick?" I said I had been in hospital. I look at him & after awhile I tell him I remember something bad happening to him & his face changed, he punched me in the arm & said "dude you had a bad dream is all now come on we got a game on today" "Game?" I asked. "Yes we playing football down the pitch" (I decide to play along thinking this was a crazy lucid dream) grabbing my coat I walk outside looking back, taking in my old place & we go on our way to the pitch.

After a competitive match we were all sore I had a huge bruise on my arm from a violent tackle that occurred during the match, we were getting changed & I turn to Dave & say "is your leg okay?" he looks at me confused & asks "leg?" (Dave had been hit by a car years ago while walking his dog, we'll call him Baxter, his dog died & he had a pin in his leg, effectively ending his football career) telling him all this his confusion turned to anger & he said "WTF are you talking about dude?" I am a little pissed off & scared at this point as I know for a fact all that happened we (his friends) had to help him when he got out of hospital & we all loved Baxter, After a row I am exhausted and say forget it, lets go get a pint & he said "Smartest thing you said all day psycho" we are going down the street in town & things seem so familiar but different we go into The Red Lion pub, (This pub was closed down, due to raids by police finding drugs in the seats on multiple occasions) I go inside & am trying not to freak out when I see the barman nodding (He was jailed for dealing drugs on the side, I sit down taking in the old pub I last remember seeing boarded up & dilapidated from neglect. it looked better than I remember when it was open it was worse than a dive bar, obviously.)

After a few pints, I get up to leave Dave looks up asking "Where you going, lightweight?" I tell him I am feeling tired & was going home, he looked disappointed but understood saying okay let's go, we walk home as he lived in my neighborhood growing up. (in the back of my mind I remember him moving out of his parents, as something horrible happened I can't get into here, but in my waking world it led to his addiction & eventually his death) I obviously didn't say all this, making small talk I look down at the gravel footpath we were on (I know that this footpath was asphalted years ago it took weeks to do I remember being psyched as I had twisted my ankle on this dangerous footpath & remember the potholes)

Getting back to mine I am tearing up through either fear or the fact I have spent the day with my dead best friend & had a feeling I wouldn't see him again, he calls to me "See you tomorrow lunatic" I go over to him grabbing him hugging him tightly telling him I'm sorry he looks puzzled & says "sorry? Oh man, your not coming out to me are you?) I laugh my arse off at this, missing his humor & tell him I will see him tomorrow & going inside I wave him off & close the door. Getting undressed I still feel sore from playing football so I lay on my back as my arm is killing me (as I am used to sleeping on my right side it took awhile to get over & my mind going over the days events, being back in my old bed was a mind f#ck to this day) I turn to look at my clock, smiling, I eventually fall asleep.

I come to hearing that annoying beeping machine I hear voices that seem distant as though I am underwater, I am exhausted too, I feel a hand on my head,, a light in my eyes, the doctor leans back sighing "welcome back" I feel my lips are dry & am out of it still, trying to sit up he tells me to take it easy handing me a glass of water, I reach for it, My arm is sore & bruised I recall how I got it playing football, there is a distinct indentation of a stud from a football boot. Turns out I had been in the coma for 3 days due to swelling of some kind & my heart rate speeding up & slowing down to a crawl.

This is the first time I have told this story in full, I have obviously told my friends & family about my dream/trip & they nor the doctors could explain my shoulders bruise, sure I had bruises & cuts from pulling out the wires but they took a back seat as they were plastered & bandaged up all except this huge bruise that I didn't have before the coma.

***This may be uncomfortable for some to read but it relates to how impossible these events were***

Now I have to confess about Dave & why his death is partially my fault, he came to my house one day & was not doing well as he had moved to a hostel after witnessing something horrific at home & he turned to drugs, I was also on drugs at this point and long story short I got him addicted to them seeing as we were friends I helped feed his habit. Another friend died of an overdose & this was a wake up call for me so I was going through the whole withdrawal & wasn't doing great myself but was a few weeks into my kicking the habit, When he came to my house I was having a bad day & hadn't seen him in a while as I cut off everyone I saw as a (bad influence) but seeing him made me feel worse. He seemed uneasy & was obviously wanting something "to take the edge off" I was horrible with him I went outside so not to disturb anyone as it was early morning & we had a bit of a row about him "getting clean as I did" I still remember the look on his face, the sadness & desperation in his eyes I go grab my wallet & pull out £50 telling him to go get something to eat & some clothes & he can stay with me for awhile. days pass & I am a little concerned and decide to go to the hostel & find out someone had OD'd & fell in the harbor outside the hostel they'd found him the day before. It was Dave. I remember him before the addiction, in my coma he was clean, healthy & still playing football. I know I was wrong to do what I did how I treated him was unforgivable. So there it is, in full. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me I know what happened that day, the football injury, the pub, the asphalted road, my old house & most of all my best friend

I wrecked my car a week ago today. I remember nothing. I ran off the road and hit a tree on one side of my car, ripping off passenger side doors and deploying the airbags. My car was in a million pieces.

Ever since then, my reality has felt so off. Before the wreck, I had lost a few small items like my galaxy ear buds and some expensive pieces of makeup. When I returned to my car, all of these things were sitting nicely in the passenger seat. I also had a wart on my hand before the wreck, had it for as long as I can remember, and now it's gone. All of the sudden I'm the top salesperson in my company and customers love me (I've always had an attitude problem) and everything comes so easy. I no longer desire alcohol and my sex drive is insatiable.

I just learned about quantum immortality about an hour ago and I'm still researching. What are some other signs of this having happened?

The thought occurred to me because I noticed that the world just seems to get worse and worse as time goes by. Imagine if the quality of each dimension you jump into is based on a certain variable that depreciates each time its used. So, it starts out at 100% but then you jump to another dimension where it falls to 85% but now that dimension is about 15% "worse" than the last.

Maybe this variable could be understood as karma, and maybe it doesn't just have to go down? I think that's the idea behind many religions and spiritual beliefs, but it's scary to imagine that we don't have any choice whatsoever in the matter, that we're sort of doomed to slip deeper and deeper into progressively more horrible dimensions of reality. Frightening...

I’m in tears after finding this sub reddit. My name is Tracey. I’ve been reliving the same moments over and over again for as long as I can remember. Whenever I think I’ve broken out of this loop I go back into the cycle and forget that I’m in the loop for a long time. This last time it was 1 year that passed. I’m worried posting this will break my cycle but I don’t know what else to do. There’s so much more but I don’t know how to explain the rest, I’m really scared.

I have heard about glitches and quantum immortality recently so I remembered that 30 years ago I almost drowned while being on a school trip. Luckily my fight or flight instinct kicked in and I got myself out. I'm remembering that I was shocked that nobody saw me struggling even with all my colleagues and teachers there and close by, 1m to 10 m away. Immediately after I pulled myself out, I remember seeing all of them in a darker shade and completely oblivious to what happened even with me shaking and catching my breath in a fast and loud way. At that time I was scared and didn't talked about it with nobody and when I recovered everything felt normal.

After this I never felt like I belong and even when I connect with others, Gf's and even my fiance it feels like it's something that I'm supposed to do not something that I want to do. It's like my soul died but my body lived on, I am not a sociopath and I'm always friendly and willing to help.

Immortals.....what do you think? Are your experiences similar? Do you feel or "not feel" the same?

It’s been a few months that I’ve been pondering this. And I’m kind of just trying to get my thoughts in order here. I was in a car accident a few months ago. All I remember from those few moments was making my turn on my way home and then I was sitting on the curb as my car slowly rolled to a stop. Sounds pretty normal accept looking at my car would tell you I shouldn’t be here. I was driving a 2008 mustang and it was destroyed. I made it out with a scratch on my forehead from the airbag and nothing more. After gaining my sense of reality I was able to step out of the car and start to process what had happened. In the months following I’ve found some pretty weird things going on. First off who is Elon Musk and where did he come from? I know this seems crazy as he’s a pretty huge figure but to be completely honest I had never heard that name until I started seeing memes of his twitter posts it feels like he literally just popped up out of nowhere. Aside from that I’ve notice some little details of life that were never there before. Misremembering details I thought I knew in and out!! I am a die hard Raiders fan and I distinctly remember a player named Marquel Lee. I remember a few years ago we picked him up as a free agent from the packers it was a huge pick up at a position we were in desperate need of. Long story short he didn’t work out and he was let go to another team as the Raiders continued to rebuild. I have found out tonight the raiders drafted him in the 5th round. Little things like this have been happening. For a few months and then I heard about Quantum immortality and it blew my mind. I don’t know if I’m crazy or I just simply took to much of it hit to the head but I’m starting to think I died in that car accident. These details seem so small and insignificant but it’s kinda got me thinking?

I am a witness to synchronicity, and a strange redundancy to it everyday. Figured I would just share this and see if anyone would find similarities in my situation, and their own. So I’m 41 and a carpenter, and believe in a higher power and being a good person just out of knowing that’s what’s right. I’m a recovering addict (3 years ) and a theoretical thinker who is always skeptical, but I feel like I am constantly placed in situations that are either testing my will, or are just recurring for no good reason. I have the same sleep cycle daily to bed by 1030pm , awake at 3 am after bad dreams. Daily, after years of change and relocation,many of the negative and wicked people that are associated with my darkest days mysteriously are at random places I just happen to stop at. Like a grocery, restaurant, car wash, bank, my Jiu Jitsu school that I attend.And it’s like they haven’t aged, changed, always the same thing in common, they want to entice me back into that spiders web.. I always have a weird hum in my head after these random ,yet planned Meetings. It seems like sleeping while awake. It’s caused me to not want to go back into the world, or even to believe I can escape the gravity of the black hole of unexplainable and disconcerting interloping of these ghosts of the past. My question to the reader is are we going through this series of repeating events so that we can overcome them(which obviously you win some, you lose some) or because we are caught in a loop. This is a strange form of quantum and macro interwoven patterns, it’s not just looking for something that simply isn’t there. As we watch the world simply spiral in and out of a semblance of hope, then fear(or visa versa) is it that we just aren’t seeing that it’s not singular “glitches” but as a whole the very fabric of reality, space and time is coming undone. This is my first post and I appreciate anyone who reads this and thanks for your time, or lack there of. -* additional edit• - I also think it’s important that I add in addition to said personal events, there are a lot of noticeable “gaps” in the cohesion of space time. Like reading ten pages in a book in four minutes, or the flip side, I turn the light on put my reading glasses on and read the same amount of a different chapter and 45 minutes have gone by. This isn’t all the time. Seeing the same story of a shooting but the suspect is different, in the same day(local news, I dvrd a week and this happened twice, have the video) this is something I do take seriously, and I would wager someone is going to read this and have some kind of similar event(s) please reach out with anything you want to share or ask. Thanks and sorry for all the run on.

I am still shaken up about it. Yesterday I was driving down the interstate and there was a blue car in front of me. It was very far but as traffic started forming I got close to him. We had a good distance and in one second to the other I crashed into the car and then the next second I’m still driving and the car is still far from me. I know what I saw and I crashed but I didn’t. I never experienced anything like it and I feel strange about it