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Glitch in the Matrix Stories

A fun and fascinating Reddit thread: people sharing their personal “glitch in the Matrix” stories:

Reddit, tell me your “glitch in the Matrix” stories.

I’m talking weird occurrences, coincidences you haven’t been able to easily explain. I’ll start.

We have a breakfast laid on at work every morning, just a simple buffet of eggs, bacon what have you. Nothing huge and it’s really only to feed about a dozen people or so. I am usually one of the first guys from my team to get to work and the kitchen was deserted as usual. I walked into the little kitchen, there was a ceramic egg tray thing with 12 eggs in it, like the bottom half of an egg carton with a socket for each egg. All spaces are filled with warm freshly boiled eggs.

I take one, walk over to the garbage bin, shuck the shell then I walk back over to the food and stop dead. There are 12 eggs in the tray again. No one entered the room while I was peeling the thing. I touched the mystery egg it was the same temp as the other eggs around it.

Not a big thing, nothing major, but something very strange. Given one does not get presented with strange eggs from a parallel universe every day I peeled and ate that one too.

TL:DR – Found strange quantum egg at breakfast. Ate it. Did not gain super powers.

Do you have your own story to tell?

(h/t @GrailSeeker)

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  1. I Raise Your Thirteenth Mystery Egg Half a Bag of Flour
    Since a kid I’ve been used to whole streets seemingly vanishing then reappearing or watching the same person ahead of me in the queue be served the same thing over and over again or spending hours doing stuff like homework only to notice according to the clock mere minutes’d elapsed and somehow the homework’d become undone.

    So I don’t know why the minor incident which happened to me the other day so freaked me out but it did.

    I make bread on a daily basis and it’s one of the few things I do in an incredibly methodical way.

    If I need to snip open a sachet of yeast I fetch the scissors from the drawer I keep all my bread making stuff in and immediately return it to the drawer even if I know I’m go’n’o use ’em again a few minutes later.

    Anyway I pour half a bag of sundried tomato and parmessan flour into a blend of other types of flours plus ingredients like sea salt honey yoghurt milk and butter then carefully fold and compress the remainder of the packet before packing it very carefully in a place in the drawer where I know it’ll remind me it’s the last of it and therefore needs replacing before shutting the drawer.

    Only when I look up there’s suddenly another half a bag of flour on the counter in exactly the same place the other one’d been with an identical fresh doughy fingerprint on exactly the same part of the packet as the other one.

    But there can’t be because that was the last of that sort of flour so I carefully fold and compress it and pull open the drawer intending to place it alongside the other packet – except the ‘other’ packet isn’t there only the empty space where it should’ve been.

    As I say for some reason I can’t explain – possibly the sheer mundanity of it – that absolutely freaked me out.

    In EdgeScience number 11 there’s a reponse on the letters page to a previous article On The Lunar Effect in the Lab which allows for the possibility when we suddenly seem incapable of finding an object we’ve just put down on a surface right in front of us it may’ve as a result of becoming momentarily absent to our consciousness temporarily ceased to exist.

    I merely wish to add here if such a thing were possible in terms of Space then maybe it’d also be possible in terms of Time.

      1. There is this little 1/4 mile
        There is this little 1/4 mile stroll I routinely take through my 20 acre farmette and the absentee owned 30 acre farmette adjoining mine. It is mostly for the entertainment of my Border Collie who regards this border patrol as the high point of any day. We have a well worn routine that involves my tossing a “Chuckit” ball with the Chuckit plastic atlatl at specific “stations” around the circular stroll. We do the same thing time and time again while she assumes position at certain never varying spots along the way where she freezes in that crouching stance of herd dogs to await the next signal – in this case my tossing of the ball with the Chuckit. Border Collies are fanatics for routine even moreso than most dogs.
        Any way, on this particlular afternoon we head off on our jaunt and she goes streaking ahead around a blind corner in a lane through heavy underbrush, and when I get to the first throwing “station” in the opening field ahead she is not in her usual place. In fact she is not anywhere to be found. With a mounting sense of dread I call and call for her and she does not show up. This dog never roams or runs off – she rarely gets more than 50 yards from me and here we are with her nowhere to be found. I grew truly alarmed by this and had visions of coyotes carrying her off or her accidentally impaling herself on a low lying dead cedar limb. I call and call and go investigating the margins of the little field in its surround of oak woods – nothing. Finally, I just panic and decide to get my truck and circle around the area on bordering roads to see if I can catch a glimpse of her. I cannot even remotely imagine what could have happened to her. This sort of thing just never happened with her. She is a herd dog and she always stays with the herd – that would be me.
        I return to my house and rush inside to get my truck keys and there she is inside the house giving me this look like “WTF!” I was completely blown away by this and went searching for any doors that might be open by which she might have slipped back inside – nothing. The place was locked up tight to keep in the air conditioning of summer, and she would never volunteer to abandon our jaunt anyway. It was one of those moments where you just have to sit down and catch your breath – actually start breathing again. She is just as freaked as I am and jumps up on my lap giving me that “what did I do” look while trying to slobber dog kisses on me to make up for her transgression of time and space.
        All I can figure is that we had one of those time slips, matrix glitches – whatever you want to call it. At the time I had just begun imbibing ormus, so I figure the whole thing had something to do with that. Ormus can be an aethereal substance with one foot in this reality and another foot somewhere else. “Somewhere else” had suddenly impinged on my reality and torqued it around like a mobius coil with us landing back where we had started.
        I have had no other experiences like this in my life, and would rather not have another one – thank you. What if she or we together had been caught “in between?” like those people who just disappear without a trace never to be seen again? Maybe in fact we did disappear to that universe and my alternate wife and kids are still mourning our inexplicable disappearance into thin air while we sail on oblivious in the present universe where this version of my life and family continues on in ignorance of all that is transpiring around us.

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