glitching the glitches

Glitch In The Matrix Stories #32

I Had A Dream About That!

Some years ago (maybe 2009 or so), I was living with my friend Del, as well as our other friend. My friend Del (we were in our mid-20’s) had this older friend (probably 40’s) who would give Del work in assisting him with home construction, his business.

This guy had recently moved away from where we were living (California) to Utah, and had called Del up to see if he wanted to come down and work for him, and also to go back to his house in California, fill up a U-Haul and fifth wheel with some of the things the man had left behind at his house in California, and bring it with us to Utah. Del was excited to do this, and I wanted to come, too, so the guy said okay, and in a few days we headed to this guy’s house to empty it, and once we were all packed up and ready, we eventually headed out to Utah.

Now, along this trip over 2 states, there was at least once where I got a classic deja vu feeling, but something was off. I can vaguely remember what I saw when I got the feeling. I was looking at a motel we were about to stay in (in Nevada) and got that strong deja vu like I had seen this exact shot, but in my memory, my white car was parked in front of the building. 

Of course, this couldn’t have been possible, because we took a U-Haul. My car was back in California. This turned out to be like an introductory whisper of a more extreme form of this I was about to experience.

Well, once we finally arrived at his house, I got that weird deja vu feeling again. I had seen this shot of his house before, but again, as my memory recalled it, my car was parked in the driveway. Again, that makes no sense! How am I remembering something that didn’t happen (my car being there), but parts of the memory are correct (his house, something I had never seen before)?

Keep in mind, those 2 deja vu experiences I just described were very potent forms of the classic form of deja vu we all know (with my odd twist to them, of course), but the next ‘event’ that happened was something I have never experienced, and really goes beyond what I can simply call 'deja vu’. There’s a definite sense you get when deja vu happens, and what would happen next spans quite a bit past that ’aha moment’ of a single deja vu moment.

So, we walk into the guy’s house and soon after he starts giving us a tour. Now, at this point, I was recognizing things in the house, but it wasn’t really consciously hitting me that I had seen all this before. When it finally hit me actually, it was a sort of weird, embarrassing moment. 

The guy was saying something about something in the house, and I replied “yeah, you showed me that before”. 

He stopped for a second and looked at me kind of funny, as did my friend, and I realized how @#$%ing weird and nonsensical the thing I just said was, but it was right at this point that I realized how I actually did experience this before. I had a dream about it!

Pinpointing when I had the dream is super tough for me, being that my usual memory is pretty crappy, and that I hadn’t even recalled the dream before until it came back to me now, when I was standing in the house I had the dream of. But I get a strong sense that I had the dream back at our house in California, maybe months before. I have a feeling I was on the couch in my friend’s room when I had it.

Anyway, luckily, they brushed off what I said (probably thought I was a grade A lunatic), and continued the tour. This is where it gets even more fascinating to me, and kind of proves that this wasn’t just that classic deja vu experience, but something I had a dream about.

At one point in the tour, we passed the first floor bathroom. Yep, this was how I remembered it in the dream, but.. I noticed that there was one of those thick, blurry windows at the far end of the bathroom. I distinctly remember that when I saw this bathroom in my dream, the window was not yet set in the pane. In the dream, the window was sitting on the floor against the wall next to the window pane. 

I clearly remember this, because, in the dream, I went to pee, and I felt so awkward and uncomfortable, because just around the corner of the open window slot on the other side was the dining room, and everyone (the man, his wife, and Del, possibly more) was sitting at the dining room table talking, like they were sitting right next to me. In real life, this dining room and table were just where they were in the dream, around the corner, but the window was set, and there was no group sitting at the table when I entered it.

So I had seen this exact room before in a dream, but one distinct thing was very different.

This scenario happened again soon after, when we headed upstairs and he showed us what would be our rooms. When we entered Del’s room, it was just how I remembered it in the dream, but there was one clear, distinct difference. When we entered the room in my dream, Del’s big stereo system was in the room. In real life, he had left this big stereo system at home, back in California (this is just like me seeing my car at the motel, and outside the guys’ house).

Another big part of this that super fascinates me is that at some point that night, I remembered that in the dream, this man (I had no idea who he was in the dream) had come to our house in California and asked if we wanted to check out his new house. So, in the dream, he loaded us into his pickup truck, and we drove only blocks away to this house; maybe a 10 minute drive.

Of course, later in reality, my friend and I drove ourselves to his house in a U-Haul truck, 2 states away.

As crazy and interesting as all this is to me, there is one last part that really gives me goosebumps and a strong sense of wonder. I hadn’t even made the connection until years later, but my friend Del was a really oddball kind of crazy, funny guy. One of the things he used to say was, whenever our group of friends would talk about, well, most anything, he would get this crazy aha look on his face, and say “ohhh yeahh, I had a dream about that!”

He also always liked to look out at the stars for extended periods of time, always talking about UFO’s and aliens and stuff. In fact, on our way to Utah, before stopping at the motel, we stopped like goobers at a remote spot off the highway in Nevada near Las Vegas, and watched the stars for at least an hour, sitting in our car.

Now this last part is kind of silly, but still I can’t help but admit that it puts a twinkle in my eye, and a temporary suspended disbelief of what can be possible.

My other friend at the house in California had a girlfriend who claimed to be a witch. I didn’t know if she was full of hot air or not, but she was into it more than at just a surface level. I remember her burning sage with us at one point to remove negativity, and one time I vaguely remember her doing some kind of ritual in our backyard (I remembering seeing the stones laid in a circle outside, too). Anyway, I remember one time we were hanging out in the kitchen, I think, and she looked at him for a few seconds (like, looking him over) and said something like “I don’t think you’re from here. You’re an alien, aren’t you?”

Del looked at he for a second, then just replied “yeah”, in a classic, Del matter of fact way, where you really didn’t know if he was being serious or not.

Haven’t been able to reconnect with Del since I went back home to California from Utah days later. I found his Facebook, but I don’t think he’s been active on it for at least over a year. It appears he’s living with his older brother, though, which is nice for him.

Credits to: yepimthetoaster

Childhood Glitch

This is something that happened to me in the first grade, though I still remember it incredibly vividly. I’m wondering if anything like this has happened to anyone else?

I was in the gym with my class playing dodgeball, and was incredibly frustrated that I couldn’t catch any of the balls. Eventually, I threw my arms up in exasperation, hoping that someone would just throw me a damn ball so I could properly participate in the game.

That’s when everything stopped. Quite literally. A green ball came flying in my direction, and froze. Everyone froze in the middle of their actions, like a movie put on pause.

The world was eerily silent.

I looked around in horror for only about 3 full seconds before reaching up for the ball. As soon as my fingers wrapped around it, everything came back to life, unpaused.

I screamed, “You froze! You all froze!” This caught a few of my team mates’ attention, and they gathered around me, asking that I explain what I meant. I was frantically trying to tell them that they all froze mid-action. My peers tried to calm me, and told me it was only my imagination.

I got so overwhelmed, gasping and partly shrieking, trying to tell everyone that they were frozen, but no one believed me. My teacher eventually made me sit out to calm down, but I still swear to this day that the world froze in the middle of a dodge ball game.

Credits to: ahlivia

I Have A Memory That Doesn’t Add Up

When I was a junior in high school my friend and I were at my house hanging out. We were eating a snack and watching Youtube videos. He then told me about how everyone in his physics class (I wasn’t taking physics yet) had to make a presentation on thermodynamics and somebody in the class had made a terrible rap video. We watched it and then he showed me the comments and explained that one of the comments was from somebody he knew and another he didn’t know and it was funny. Here’s the video. The comment from PlayaSlayaMedia is the one we didn’t know. 

Fast forward a year, I began recalling this memory over and over, but I can’t ever remember which one of my friends it was that showed me the video. I kept thinking about it and it bothered me that I didn’t know who showed it to me, so I went to the only 3 friends that I would have had over after school like that. I showed them each the video (individually) and explained the comments before showing them the comments. 

All of them said they had never seen the video before, and it really scared me. It’s two years later now and I still think about this all the time, and I have no idea of how to explain it. 

Credits to: VeryVerra


I went to a small Catholic school, only 20 kids per grade. One day in 4th grade I stayed home sick and my mother received the strangest call. The principal was nearly in tears. According to the students, my teacher, and the bus driver, I was in school that day but disappeared after morning prayer. They thought I had been kidnapped and were contacting the police. My mother, confused, tells them there’s no way that I stayed home sick. 

The next day, my classmates recalled conversations we had and everything. Everyone was shocked but glad I was OK and that was the end of that. 

Credits to: Udanokor