13 Mysterious Coincidences That Defied All Logic

Step into the uncanny: 13 true stories where dreams collide with reality, and everyday life twists into the inexplicable. From vanished cars to ghostly messages, these tales will make you question what’s real and what’s impossible.

• (Edited by Bright Side) I used to tour with a band whose guitarist, Josh, often talked about his best friend Matt, who’d died a few years earlier. Josh kept having vivid dreams where Matt stood in the middle of a deserted street, a place he believed symbolized purgatory. In each dream, Matt would talk to him, then unscrew a bulb from a streetlight before fading away. Josh described it so clearly I could picture every detail. About six months into the tour, the band decided to stop in Cassadaga, Florida. It was around 3 a.m. when a huge black dog appeared in the road and started walking ahead of us. The guys joked that we should follow it, so we did.
  
  After a few blocks, the dog suddenly bolted—and Josh yelled, “Stop the van. This is it.” We stepped out, and everything matched his dreams: houses on the left, a park on the right, the same eerie stillness. As we climbed back into the van, one of the streetlights flickered out. Josh never dreamed of that place again. © americanslang59 / Reddit

• I used to work in a building that had three levels of sub-basements, with the piece of lab equipment I typically worked on in the lowest basement. I had the only key. There was a wired phone in there, and I did work late some nights... but not this night.
  
  I was sleeping alone in my apartment when I woke up to a call on my cell phone from my girlfriend at 3 AM. She was in hysterics and asking why I scared her. Apparently, she received a call from that basement phone just a minute earlier, with someone who sounded like me slowly repeating her name, until crackling and fading out. My apartment was 10 miles away from work. I thought she was lying, but I saw the 3 AM call from the basement phone logged on her cell myself. Still freaks me out. © Unknown author / Reddit

• My friend used to put up a recurring away message, back in the day when everybody had AIM. She was a Beatles super-fan and put up a sentiment from John and Yoko: “Acorns for Peace”. Well, one day I was walking around my college campus thinking about it, but failing to remember the full quote. In my mind, I kept thinking, “Something for peace... something for peace... what is that away message?!” Right then, some chick on a cell phone walks by me and screams out “ACORNS!!!” I realize this is not a super freaky story, but it made my day at the time. It’s not every day someone screams out “ACORNS” in your vicinity at the exact right time. © hotdogcolors / Reddit

• My dad had this little toy monkey that he used to call his “favorite child” and tease me and my siblings with it. Not in a bad way, but it was really frustrating to us, and we spent hours trying to steal it from him. Well, anyway, one day we finally got it and threw it into the garbage after drawing on it and mangling it for a bit. My dad laughed and searched for it a bit, but basically figured we had thrown it out and gave up after a week or so.
  
  Anyways, a few years later (when I was about 17), I’m walking down the street in Toronto (I don’t live in TO, was just visiting friends) and see this little orange object on the side of the road. When I walk over to it, I pick it up and see that it was the EXACT SAME MONKEY. It even had the black Sharpie lines on it from when we drew all over it. I honestly cannot even come up with the chances of that happening, especially considering our garbage is sent to a local dump and is nowhere near Toronto. © matics / Reddit

• One time, I spilled a bowl of Spaghetti-Os, and as I was cleaning them, I noticed that one was on the ceiling. 9 feet up. I didn’t even DROP the bowl. I just tipped it over onto the counter by mistake... but sure enough, a single O was right there, stuck to the ceiling. © ProjectZeta / Reddit

• Back when I was in high school, I was talking to a friend on the phone, describing a dream I had about an ice skating rink, and then he started to describe the rest of the dream to me from the opposite point of view. It was a while ago, so I don’t remember everything, but we both described the scenery, what the people were doing, etc. It freaked me out when it happened. © EmotiveBubble / Reddit

• (Edited by Bright Side) In 2000, right after getting my wisdom teeth removed, I was heavily sedated on painkillers when my mom rented The Matrix for me on VHS. She tucked me into bed, popped in the tape, and left me to recover. I remember being annoyed by the sunlight glaring off the TV, but I was too out of it to move. Sometime after the “black cat glitch” scene, I passed out cold. The VCR apparently kept rewinding and replaying the movie on a loop. When I woke up, it was dark outside—and the movie was somehow at almost the exact same spot I’d fallen asleep at. To my brain, there had been no time lapse. I completely panicked, convinced I’d uncovered the truth and someone had “turned off” the sun. My terrified family rushed in as I cried and tried to explain. They still tease me about “breaking the Matrix.” © coolhandlucas / Reddit

• (Edited by Bright Side) At 12 years of age, my mom let me stay in the truck as she went grocery shopping. As I wait, I see an old guy walking towards the truck with an indescribable look at me as if I know too much. He stops 5 feet from the truck, looks at me for a couple of seconds, and heads back the exact way he came. It was rather traumatic for some reason and very confusing at that age. 5–6 years later, my dad was showing me home videos of us at Yellowstone. I noticed the same guy, same look, same clothes, peering at us on camera and at me through the TV. I’m freaked out just telling this.
  
  One more detail: the Yellowstone video was from when I was very young. I’m thinking 1 or 2 years of age. I was in an awesome baby pack on my dad’s back. © Parrot-Tamer / Reddit

• This happened to me in third grade, and it scared me so much I started crying and had to go to the office to talk to the principal about it. I was in the hallway for misbehaving, and my neighbor Tad (a year younger than me) came walking out of a class to my right, passed in front of me, and headed down some stairs. We said “hi” to each other.
  
  About 20 seconds later, he walked out of the same class, passed in front of me, and headed down the stairs. I just stared at him, confused and afraid, and he looked back like, “Why in the world are you looking at me like that?” I never realized how much it was like Matrix deja vu. © klsi832 / Reddit

• (Edited by Bright Side) Driving home during a storm, I saw the sideroad to the local golf course blocked by flashing barricades, but past them sat a Mercedes with its hazards on. I pulled over to check, since I’m an EMT. In the back seat, a man was slumped over, seemingly asleep. I went to the driver’s side, the driver was sitting perfectly still. He didn’t blink or react when I tapped on the glass.
  
  Creeped out, I called the sheriff’s station for a quiet response unit. While I grabbed my gear, dispatch asked for the plate number. Just then, a PG&E truck came down from the closed road, and I stepped aside to get a better view, but the Mercedes was gone.The truck driver said an 80-foot tree had fallen across the road, completely blocking it. Barricades on one end, a tree on the other. To this day, I can’t figure out where that car went. © markofshame / Reddit

• About 15 years ago, I called my friend and left a simple voicemail: “Hey, it’s me, sorry I missed you. Call you later. Bye.” Then I hung up and left the house. I made no other calls that day. Later, my friend phoned back, puzzled. “Who was that girl you were talking to?” he asked. I had no idea what he meant. When I went over to listen to the message, my stomach dropped—after my goodbye, there was a short pause, then another 30–40 seconds of me talking to an unknown woman.
  
  It was my voice—same tone, same phrasing—chatting casually about going skiing after finishing work at my shop. Every detail matched my life, yet I never had that conversation. The machine was digital, no tape to tamper with, and neither of us had party lines. To this day, I have no idea how that message existed. © K***ALLE*******S / Reddit

• 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. © superunhappyfuntime / Reddit

• When I was about 20, I kept dreaming of a woman named Aroura—long black hair, striking face, always the same. Different dreams, same woman. I’d wake up confused, searching her name online, wondering why she felt so real. After a few months, she vanished from my dreams, and I eventually forgot about her. Years later, on Halloween 2009, I was in my car at a gas station. Just as I was about to merge onto the highway, I got a call from an unknown number. No one spoke, so I paused for a moment. The car behind me honked, swerved ahead, and seconds later, a silver Civic spun out and hit it. Both drivers died. If I hadn’t stopped, it would’ve been me.
  
  Later, I called the number back. It rang three times before a voicemail said, “Hi, you’ve reached Aroura.” I froze. The next day, I called again, and a woman answered. I told her everything—the dreams, the call, the crash. She said she’d never called me. I asked for her Facebook. When I found her profile, it was the woman from my dreams. © Sarax11 / Reddit

Life is full of inexplicable events that defy logic, no matter how hard we try to make sense of them. While some mysteries remain unsolved, lingering as haunting memories, others eventually reveal their secrets, often years later. In this article, we bring you a collection of astonishing real events that rival even the best mystery thrillers.