As The Raven Dreams Podcast - 6 Glitch In The Matrix Stories - I Wandered Into Another Dimension (Vol. 27)

Episode Date: March 9, 2021

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Do you have a story you'd like featured in the next video? Check the links in the description. Enjoy. This happened today around 11 a.m. And I've been unable to think of anything else since. A few things that need to be mentioned first. One is that I've had my home under renovations for about four months now, and therefore shop at Home Depot, a home improvement store in my area,

at least four to five times a week, and I'm very familiar with most of the employees there, as they are with me. Two is that I always use self-checkout inside the store, and not the garden center or outdoor checkout, which utilizes a human cashier and does not a self-checkout. Three, is that there is a McDonald's located on the route between my house and Home Depot. And here we go. I go to Home Depot today to purchase plumbing supplies.

I get what I need and go to the outside garden center to grab a couple bags of potting mix. I decide to check out in the garden center since I'm already out. out there. The cashier rings me up and I remove my wallet from my purse to get out the credit card that I want to use. I keep my cards in certain slots. I have multiple credit and debit cards so that they're easy to find. However, I can't find the particular Discover card that I'm looking for. I fumble around for a moment and I apologize to the cashier for taking so long. It's important to note that we are having a conversation about plants while this is happening. I finally resort to pulling all of my cards out of the slots that they are in.

I'm in a small panic by now, and I eventually find the card. I swipe it, and I put it back in the wallet with the receipt, and make a mental note to reorganize my wallet when I get home, as all of the cards are now out of their slots and jumbled together. complete mess. I tossed the wallet back in to my rather large purse and walk out. The purse is in the child seat in front of the buggy. I walked to my car and, as I'm unloading my bags into the trunk,

four men who are part of a larger group of workers, and are always hanging out in the parking lots of Home Depot and Lowe's, another home improvement store, looking for work, approach me asking if I need help. I tell them no quite start. as they have become quite pushy in the past, and I finish unloading my bags. I close the trunk, get in the car with my purse, and I leave. I decide on the way home to stop for a shake at McDonald's.

I go through the drive-thru, and I order. I pull up the window to pay, and I go into panic mode level 10, as my wallet is not in my purse. I use an emergency 20 that I can't. keeping the visor to pay, and pull over to the parking lot to get out and check the entire car. Nothing. I speed off back to Home Depot. I first go to the garden center to ask the cashier if she found a wallet.

Because we're already familiar and we had a decent convo when I was there about ten minutes before, she remembers me. She not only tells me that she didn't have a wallet, she tells me she remembers me putting it back in my bag, after finding the card that I was looking for. I go to the parking lot thinking, maybe I dropped it. I checked the empty buggy's in the parking lot to see if it fell out of my purse. Nothing. I go inside and ask customer service if anyone has turned in a wallet.

Nothing. I go back to my car, and I spend 15 minutes calling banks and creditors, canceling all of my cards. I drive home, angry and confused. how the hell did my wallet disappear in between me putting it back in my purse after checking out and me getting in my car? I drive home, and at this point, I'm considering that I either dropped it in the parking lot, or in the buggy, or that one of the four men who approached me grabbed it while the others distracted me.

Neither of these seem likely as I had my purse closed. A wallet can't fall out of a zipped purse, and it would have been very difficult to sneak up behind me and unzip my purse, and then grab the wallet and zip the purse closed that quickly and quietly without me taking notice. Those are, however, the only two possibilities that I can come up with. I get out of the car, and I grab my bags from the trunk and walk in the house. My wallet is sitting on the kitchen table. What the hell?

I must have turned pale as a ghost. I could feel the color drained from my face. How in the absolute hell did my wallet get into my house on the kitchen table? I thought, maybe I never had the wallet with me, but I remember digging in it at the cashier station. If I hadn't had it with me, I wouldn't have been able to pay, as I wouldn't have had my cards with me. The cashier remembered me fumbling through,

it looking for my card and tossing it back into my bag after finding it. I thought maybe I was mixing my days up, but I had purchased dirt that day, which is why I checked out in the garden center, which I never do. I ran every possibility through my mind, and I cannot explain it. To make everything just that much more inexplicable, when I opened my wallet, the cards were tossed about, and not in their respective slots, as I had tossed them about looking for my discover card when checking out, and the damn receipt from Home Depot with the date and time stamp from an hour earlier were on it, along with everything I purchased earlier that day.

No, I did not go home and bring just my wallet inside and put it on the table for no reason and then leave again. I think I would remember doing that. Also, I would have no way. reason for doing so. I would have carried my entire purse inside with me, and if anything, I would have left that behind, which any woman can tell you, we don't leave without our purses. I wouldn't get far without my keys, which are always inside the purse. I would have had to pass up McDonald's, and then go home, and bring just my wallet inside for no reason, and then leave again and go back to McDonald's, which I wouldn't have done as I went on the spur of the moment for the shake,

hardly worth leaving home and going back to McDonald's for. I'm completely without explanation. This is, by a long shot, the most bizarre occurrence I've ever experienced, and I am still, hours later, totally freaked out. There just is no explanation. I'm so glad that I found. this forum because I recently had a strange experience that I can't really explain, and I've had nowhere to talk about it, and no one to talk about it with until now.

I hope I explained it well enough. This is my first ever Reddit post, so I hope it's acceptable for you all. Here goes. My birthday is the 6th of October, and this last one was quite uneventful with one exception. Let me first preface a little By saying that between one to two days before my birthday I had three different unrelated people tell me Happy belated birthday

Which I thought nothing of when the first person said it But by the third time I was thinking maybe I should check my Facebook profile And see if it changed somehow So I checked it and it hadn't It was set to show the correct birthplace, Fast forward to the night of the fourth, and my partner, after a long commute, got home from work at 7 p.m., and started complaining about a match with his favorite football, soccer, team. They're usually a very excellent team, and win majority of their matches.

He was enthusiastically telling me that they had lost against a team that was known to not be so stellar. He told me the score was 7 to 2, which he repeated several times throughout the night in disbelief. When this conversation happened, I was sitting in the chair at our dining table, and he was sitting at our two-seater lounge, around two meters, or six-ish feet, away. Fast forward again to the next day, the 5th, and it's about 5 p.m. My partner had just gotten off work and sent me a screenshot of a score message, saying that he was so upset with his favorite team that they lost seven to two. I told him, Yeah, don't you remember?

We had this conversation last night. They lost seven to two because of blah, blah, blah. And he said, What conversation? I have no idea what you're talking about. Needless to say, I was confused at this point and thought that he was acting strangely. What was he talking about?

We absolutely 100% had that conversation. There's zero doubt in my mind. I was there, in person. It happened, and it wasn't a dream. So I pushed further and described what I remembered. He said, What are you talking about? That didn't happen.

there's no way that we talked about this last night. They didn't even play until 2 a.m. this morning. So, I furiously went on to Google to find the list of game times, hence of my shock. He was right. The only game that had the score result of 7 to 2 was a match that was played that very morning at 2 a.m. my time. There was absolutely nothing the night before.

When we clearly had that. conversation. But I was the only one remembering that it happened. So that, coupled with the odd belated birthday wishes when it wasn't even my birthday yet, made me kind of wonder if I was somehow glitched forward in time to a day later for a short period. I'm still just as confused about it. He also denies it happened, including where we were sitting. Too long didn't read. Wobbly, timey-wimmy, reality is weird. I experienced an event that apparently didn't happen until the day after. And yes, to anyone listening, I read that too long didn't read just so I could say,

wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. I hope you liked it. As a teenager, I lived in a dead-end neighborhood, a mile into an expansive state forest in a rural Connecticut town, with lots of history and a supposedly haunted graveyard. The town had a heavy energy, and I had plenty of spooky little glitch experiences while living there. For instance, seeing movements in my peripheral vision. But the one big glitch which I remember so vividly all this time later

happened on a cloudy gray November afternoon, when I decided to go on one of my many woods, woods adventures. Usually, I would do these excursions with neighborhood friends, but this day, I was alone. I started out from my backyard and went straight into the woods to explore a section I was less familiar with. As I wandered deeper, the day became grayer and gloomier. The trees were bare or had a few crispy brown leaves barely clinging to their branches, and and the air was cool, a typical New England November day in the woods. It was nearing dusk, but I pressed on, wanting to see how far I could get.

Suddenly, I found myself stepping out of the gray, wintry woods onto an old rutted dirt road with worn wheel tracks and humps of green grass. No longer cold and gray, it was sunny. The sky was clear and blue, and the trees were full of green leaves all along the trail. There was a gentle, warm breeze, and it smelled of summer. I stopped, startled by the abrupt change, feeling as if I had just entered into another world. It was so pleasant and inviting. I wasn't scared.

It was so beautiful and peaceful. I felt this overwhelming urge to walk down the path and see where it would take me. But noting the time and knowing it was cold and dusky mere seconds before, I had stepped into this inexplicable sunshine, I decided that I didn't have time to explore this lush, tempting road, especially since doing so would change my direction, and I was concerned about getting disoriented and not being able to. to find my way home, in what should have been, the rapidly darkening evening.

Instead, I decided to come back the next day with a friend. I turned around, and I stepped back off the trail into the chilly November gloom, and headed home via the same straight line that I had plotted. I couldn't stop thinking about that place. It was so surreal and peaceful. It had no business being that green and sun. The next day, I recruited a friend determined to show her, but we couldn't find the trail. I never found it again, even though I remembered exactly how I got there and tried to find it several times after.

I sometimes think back on that day, all those years ago, and I wonder why it was there, and what would have happened if I had decided to walk down that path. Sorry if this is long or boring, but has anyone else had something like this happen? Just to say, this took place in Burlington, Connecticut. And yeah, I'm glad I didn't end up on R-slash-missing 4-1-1. It's never too early to plan your summer story in Europe with WestJet, from rolling countryside to cobblestone streets. Begin your next chapter.

Book your seat at westjet.com or call your travel agent. WestJet, where your story takes off. Last year, August of 2020, me and my significant other were cleaning my room and he found something weird on the top of my closet. For some context, last year we had a psychiatry class for the very first time in our third year at university.

The teacher with whom we never had classes before told us to read this book written by him. Me and my significant other were staying at my family's house due to quarantine So since we both had the same class I decided that I was going to print a copy Being that one And the only book that we had at home

That thing we found on the top of my closet Was the exact same book with some slight differences And meanwhile I printed the whole book with only one side of the paper sheet being used, yep, silly me, the other one was with the paper sheets printed on both sides. Meanwhile, my book had a transparent book cover, the other one had a transparent blue cover. Whenever I'm reading, I constantly highlight things and take notes. Some pages had the exact same things that I highlighted on my book, on the other one with small

differences, such as different pen colors, but we both used orange highlighter. I knew that this book was not mine or my significant others, and neither one of my family members, as no one else studies psychology over here, nor reads anything related to that. But what confirmed me that it was definitely not ours was the handwriting. It was completely different from mine, or any of the people that live here. And no, it isn't from a friend or anything like that. It's super weird since it's the book of our class. We obviously haven't seen any classmates due to the pandemic either.

The book had with it some other loose pages from an apparent philosophy class. Coincidentally, I had taken that class too, but I quit after the first week, so I'm pretty sure I didn't print anything. I was a bit scared, but I kind of thought that it was probably me from another dimension, the me who took the philosophy class and stayed and also had the psychiatry class, and somehow she lost the book in the notes here, and probably got bad grades or something. I got a seven, which in my country is the highest score.

Maybe we are the opposites in some aspects, me and her. But maybe I'm just rambling. I wanted to share this and know about any similar experiences. I've seen some while lurking on this sub before, which encouraged me to tell my story. Anyway, have a good night. Okay, this is going to sound crazy, but before I tell you this,

let me clarify that I was sober when this happened. A couple of years ago, I went to go pick up my friend, because we were going to hang out. I got to her house, and the way her house is set up, you have to walk past her kitchen window to reach her door.

As I was walking past the window, I looked inside and I saw her mom. Her hair was wet, and she was wearing a green sweater. This is important for later. We locked eyes, and she nodded her head up, like, what's up?

and I nodded back. She continued walking towards the door and, on the side of her door, are these little windows. I peeked through them because I assumed she was about to come open it, but she just walked right by. I thought that was weird, so I walked back over to the kitchen window and saw my friend, who was not previously there, when I had just walked by. I didn't think much of it. I assumed she had just entered the room. I waved to her to get her attention, and she came to open the door.

We chatted for a second, and her mom came over to say hi. Her hair still wet, and still wearing that sweater. I was like, hey, I saw you walk by the door. I thought you were going to open it for me, but you just walked right by? She looked at me with confusion. and said, What are you talking about? I just got out of the shower.

I've been in the bathroom for the past 15 minutes. The bathroom is on the left of the front door, while the kitchen is on the right. So you have to pass the door to get there. So that was extra confusing. I was just as confused and replied, What are you talking about? We just saw each other through the kitchen window.

We locked eyes and we nodded at each other. My friend was like, I was the only one in the kitchen. And no one has come in or out for a while. I thought they were messing with me, but they were dead serious. And they're not the kind of people to let a joke continue on like this. I've never been so confused in my life, and I know that I didn't just imagine.

it. Because how on earth could I have just imagined exactly how her mom was looking at that time, with the wet hair in the same shirt? She still thinks my brain was tricking me, but I know what I saw.

It was way too long and way too clear of an interaction. This happened yesterday on my way home from work. Four lane divided road with traffic lights every few hundred feet, and open in the median for people to cross into neighborhoods and shopping centers and such. I'm in the right lane, which is moving faster than the left lane, and that's important.

There's a cop in the left lane just forward of me that I'm slowly gaining on, as my lane is moving faster. It's getting dark and it's overcast. I look over at one of the turning lanes and there's a silver, blue Honda Prelude, an absolutely immaculate condition. waiting to turn left and cross my lanes of traffic. It didn't have its headlights on, and I said out loud to myself. Well, I guess the cops don't care about idiots with no headlights on at night. I look at the driver to see if they're as dumb as I think they are, and it's this tiny little old lady. I say, well, go figure.

It's an old person driving. Now, mind you, there are a little. are miles of rush hour traffic. So that prelude, would have to wait a while for the main road traffic light to change up ahead in order to get an opening. Up ahead in the left lane, there was an 18-wheeler, which I assumed is why the right lane was moving fast.

The cop switched lanes and is now in front of me. We catch up to the 18-wheeler and stop at a traffic light. The light changes, and we start going passing the 18-wheeler. In front of the 18-wheeler was the prelude, with no headlights on. The cop hit his brakes and drove next to it for a few seconds. I saw him do a double-take, and I think he noticed it too, and then caught up with the traffic in front of him. I'm tripping at this point. No way can it be the same car that I just passed a mile back,

that couldn't possibly have merged into traffic, and made it past me and then in front of the 18-wheeler that we were all trying to pass. But it was. I look at the driver, and it's the same little old lady driving, doing 15 under the speed limit,

and that is what was holding up traffic in the left lane. The 18-wheeler was on her ass, but she refused to speed up. So that, my good friends, was another collection of glitch. in the Matrix stories and I hope that you all enjoyed them because I know I did. Yeah. If you guys like what you heard and what more, please do consider subscribing to the channel

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Should I have your experience such a glitch? I resolve to send it to you and hopes you'll read it. Thank you. Thank you, Annie. The next one is Eliza H with Glitch Stories Are So Cool, I Resolve to Listen to All of Them. Well, thank you. I resolve. to continue doing these videos.

And then lastly, even not leastly, T-Stash, Hello, hello. Trying to live your life as normal after you're experiencing a glitch in the matrix sounds difficult. The amount of resolve one must have to act like nothing happened or truly question it is interesting in and of itself.

Thank you to you three. This week's word is enable, enabelle, means to supply with the means, knowledge, or opportunity to do something or make able, or to make feasible or possible. Good luck using that one, if you so choose. Short stories and descriptive comments are always appreciated no matter how you do them.

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