The original post: /r/glitch_in_the_matrix by /u/InformedInTheChaos on 2024-12-18 10:58:21.

Unexplainable, spine-tingling update to my glitch last night.

For those who haven’t read the original glitch about my phone somehow being inside a couch and fabric un-ripping, I’ll reshare the story first. Then, I’ll add the update and additional info below it. I’ve never posted an update and don’t really know how to do it in a way that makes sense, so here we are.

ORIGINAL STORY: I work from home and often sit on my couch to do menial office tasks in the afternoons. I sit with a side table on my left, and an organizer bin to my right. Since I do this so often, I have chargers laying just right, supplies on the side table, etc.

I went to lift my phone a few minutes ago and stupidly grabbed it by the charger. It got snagged on the couch and ended up falling between the couch cushion and the armrest. Because of the way I heard it fall, (and how loud it was) I actually thought that the phone fell all the way through the couch and onto the floor. I got on my hands and knees and looked under the couch. When I didn’t see it, I realized that it had not fallen all the way through and was actually stuck inside the couch itself.

After moving the organizer bin, pillow, and couch cushion, I could see a small hole where the phone must have perfectly fallen, allowing it to go into the couch. I attempted to stick my arm into the hole, but then had no choice but to rip the lining of the couch in order to get my hand close enough to the phone to grab it.

I got my phone and cringed at the amount of crumbs that were attached to it. I wiped it off, plugged it back into its charger and placed it on my side table, while mentally noting how close I had just come to damaging it since it was delivered to me only 24 hours ago and is brand new. I then put my workspace and cushion back. I added a pillow to the side of the couch nearest the side table so that nothing could fall back into the hole. I was thinking about how I was going to go about fixing the hole I had ripped in the lining when I reached for my phone on the side table.

It wasn’t there. I stood up and looked around, comically patting my nonexistent pockets. I looked under the couch, in my organizer bin, everywhere. Then, I dinged my phone with my watch and I could hear it. It was inside the couch.

I removed the pillow and cushion and went to reach my hand in the hole in the lining. But… I couldn’t. The hole wasn’t big enough. I had to rip it again.

Here’s how I know it was a glitch and cannot be explained away: 1- I am home alone. No one could have moved it- but even if I wasn’t alone, I hadn’t left the room. This all happened within a few moments. 2- I heard it fall through the couch the first time. It was loud and undeniable. I would have heard it fall if it happened again. There are no sounds in this room except for my dog softly snoring. 3- I plugged it back into its charger after I got it out of the couch the first time. Even if it had somehow fallen, the charger would have been moved. But it wasn’t. It was laying just as I had laid it, only it wasn’t attached to the phone like it should have been.

4- I had to rip the lining again. It was as though the universe reset by like 2 minutes and my phone went back into the couch and the lining un-ripped.

UPDATE/ MORE INFO:

After I posted the original story last night, I decided to call my adult child to tell them about it. We were laughing in a “well, that’s creepy as hell, and unexplainable, but it’s also super cool” kind of way when I started to say something that has shaken me to my core and has made me question the universe.

Yesterday morning, like 12 hours before the glitch, I was taking another of my children to school and I felt compelled to tell them a story. When I was a teenager, the same EXACT age as this child, I was in a car crash. A friend had just gotten her license and had lost control on black ice. We slid to the driver’s side and then she over-corrected and we slid, nose first, into a ditch on the passenger side. I had (only seconds prior) taken my seatbelt off to grab a piece of gum for her from her purse in the backseat. I still remember the way my body crashed to the roof of the car and then back to my seat over and over, as the car flipped end-over-end 4 times. I then remember waking up to her screaming “oh my god. I killed my best friend”

I somehow walked away from being ejected out the back window. No one could understand how I was ok. I had minor cuts and bruises and my ankle was pretty messed up, but I didn’t even have to spend the night in a hospital after flying through a window and into a field.

Medics and doctors kept saying “you’re the luckiest kid ever. Wear your seatbelt from now on…” blah blah blah. My family couldn’t believe it and sobbed when they picked me up from the hospital. But, it was more profound than that to me. Something changed in me that never felt the same again. It was as though I felt like I SHOULD have died but didn’t.

So, again, yesterday morning (hours before the glitch) I was telling one of my kids that I hated driving on December 17 every year but that I couldn’t get out of it last night, due to commitments we had as a family. I told them I would be extra careful driving, as I always am, especially on the anniversary of the “night I should have died”.

So, as I was telling my older son the glitch story, I began to say “well, be careful driving tonight. You know what today is and I’m always skittish on the anniversary of the accident” when I looked at the clock.

Ladies and gentlemen, my phone somehow ended up in my couch for a second time and the lining un-ripped at the exact time (within a few minutes. The accident was DECADES ago-before cell phones. I don’t have an “exact” time of the crash) of the anniversary of the night I “should have died”.

There’s a small 10-ish minute window that I know the car crash was, decades ago. I know that the phone glitch was within that timeframe last night.

I am honestly wondering if I jumped timelines back then and then somehow the universe glitched last night because of it.

I’m not scared or “freaked out” like I would expect to feel. If anything, it’s like I feel as though the universe somehow gave me an extra chance at life and I’m grateful.