As The Raven Dreams Podcast - ATRD Ep. 126 - True UFO Encounter And Parallel Universe Stories - 14 True Scary Stories

Episode Date: June 4, 2024

Welcome to the chilling 126th episode of The ATRD Podcast! Today, we will step into the shadowy corners of reality, where everyday life takes an eerie twist & ordinary people experience the extraordinary. Today we will be diving into stories about chilling UFO Encounters and bizarre Parallel Universe stories. So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. Have a Story To Submit? ➤ https://www.astheravendreams.com Or Post to the Subreddit ➤ https://reddit.com/r/TheRavensDream Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Join ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkW0ihdMHfBUjQrMKjRto6g/join Or Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in today's Video... Scott, Kelli Clark , Carla Base, Wombatm8, Crimson_Panther_LLC, T.W. from Detroit, Cameron W, sad-little-hobbit, spirit8991, PeytonLeigh0616, RamBh0di, Josh Regan, LuGoRD As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. 'As The Raven Dreams' is a community where we explore the darker parts of human existence through true and harrowing stories. From sinister encounters with strangers and stalkers, to terrifying experiences that defy explanation and unsettling mysteries that linger in the shadows, I am here to tell you the most haunting narratives ever whispered. Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #RedditStories ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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to be exact, to visit my nan for her 90th birthday. I'm not going to bore you with describing the drive up there, basically bushland, paddocks, and, some small towns along the way. It took hours, including the breaks we needed to take. There are observatories and a lot of open space out there. The town is small, I think it just has a couple of Chinese restaurants, a fish and chip place, and Woolies, one of the grocery stores,

and it's practically deserted when it isn't tourist season. The air is so much clearer than it is in the city. My name owns an acreage, and lives just outside the town. My cousins and I were sitting around a campfire talking and drinking. There were five of us in total. We weren't drunk before you ask. I don't know what we were talking about, though.

Two of them decided they had enough and went to bed, leaving three of us. It's hard to describe how much clearer the night is, but imagine this. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and the stars and moon were brightly shining. There wasn't that smog that I would get in Sydney. We then saw something move. It was brighter than any of the other stars and seemed to be moving fast. We stared up at it, thinking it was a shooting star or maybe a comet.

What shocked us was that it suddenly changed course. It went backwards and hovered. This wasn't normal. Maybe we should have tried to record it, but we didn't think about that at the time. The light flickered. It went out completely, and we all asked each other what the hell that was. Then the light suddenly returned, but in a different location. It kept flickering, and I figured someone had to have seen it.

I had stayed up there for another couple of weeks to help her fix her house up, some new tiling, get rid of some of the old junk, etc. basically move things that are too heavy for her to do herself. Every night, I would go out to check the sky to see if I could see it again. This time I made sure to bring my camera with me to make sure. I never saw anything like it again. My mates back home laughed at me when I told them about it. Kuna Barbaran is known for alien sightings,

especially during the 90s. And my nan has a story of her home. she might want to share. Unknown lights appearing in the sky aren't unheard of. Some people think it's the government, or the Americans testing new forms of craft. Or it could have been a comet breaking up in our atmosphere. That doesn't explain why it suddenly flew backwards, though. That's the part that can't be explained by anything else when we ask other people if they saw the lights.

But no one did. It's kind of frustrating. My two cousins aren't sure about what we saw. They said it also could have been an old satellite falling down to Earth. But none of us, to be fair, are trained in this field so we can't give an educated guess about what it could be. I've been trying to research what it could have been. The disappearing could have been an airplane or something, maybe. And it's showing back up again was a coincidence.

Aboriginal people have the legend of the Min Min Min Lights, so maybe that could be it? Or something like it could have inspired the Min Min Min Lights all those years ago? I don't know. When I spoke to the other locals, none of them seemed surprised or bothered by it. When I went back to Sydney, I talked to my best mate about what I saw, and he started teasing me about it. I plan on heading back up there to visit my Nan sometime around Christmas. This time I'm going to be prepared and make sure that I'm ready to get footage of whatever I see. If anything happens, I'll send a picture in with the next story for you to put on the video.

Not sure how visible it will be. Maybe someone else will know what it could have been. It would be interesting to find out what other people think it could be. Personally, I don't believe that aliens would make their way out to see humanity, but I think there are life forms on other planets. Someday, I would love to know what it was. I'm not sure if you'll use this story, Raven, but you're the best. Even when you mispronounce Aussie words, mate.

I do that pretty much every time an Australian person sends me a story, yes, I'm sorry. Hang on, because the story is kind of long and nearly 40 years back. but I still recall every moment clearly. During the 1980s, I was just out of high school, starting college, and all my friends were hippies or punk rockers, and we all considered ourselves open-minded or alternative with a spiritual seeker aspect. About 1982, my friends and I were driving home

from the San Francisco Bay Area back home to Fairfield, California, and were in a grassy but desolate green bell. of the eastbound interstate 80, about 10 miles from town. We both saw two individuals in the center median of the nearly empty freeway just reclining at rest on the sloping grass, like in a relaxing nap. They were a man and a woman, both in the early twenties, dressed only in off-white muslin long robes, with rope for a waist belt, and sandals just like ancient monks. monks. Even though we were about in the fast lane, I slowed and with a quick word to my friend,

we agreed to stop and pick them up. The decision was instant, and very compelling. We both avidly practiced hitchhiking in those days as riders or drivers, but the couple had paid no attention to us yet. I stopped my Volkswagen on the left, emergency side of the still-quiet highway and as soon as I did the man and woman casually got up and approached our car holding only a bedroll in one canteen we asked if they wanted to ride with us and they requested a ride to fill the canteen they got in the back and were totally quiet until asked questions first thing I noticed as an experienced hitchhiker was how totally immaculately clean they both were even one hour of hitchhiking on an interstate freeway can make you dusty and grimy. And these two were so clean and they smelled like the ozone from

electricity, like an anti- odor that was practically sterilizing the air in my car. When asked they stated their names were Matthew and Sarah. I asked if those were biblical names, implying born again and they both nodded deeply

to my inflection. I next asked what was their faith and they replied they were called the brothers and sisters of the road, or disciples of Christ. Remember I stated, between questions, they both said nothing on their own. In no way did they try to preach to us about anything. I asked more questions, however, such as their purpose. They replied they both had earlier met others, who already were just as they were now,

and they were crossing all over the country, alone. or in pairs. Because Jesus Christ was alive, reborn in the flesh in modern America. He was a long-haired, swarthy, olive-skinned carpenter, who wanted America and only cut-offs in a t-shirt. He was blessing these traveling monks

as they met them to true disciples, under laws of absolute poverty, existing by charity and absolutely no home or possessions, inspiring others to be giving souls, and transforming the whole world one by one through purity and simple faith. I asked if they suffered any hardship or feared robbery or violence. They replied, A monk's robe, with no pockets, is an invisible cloak to evil men or thieves.

We have nothing to take. With that, we reached my local junior college campus, also nearly deserted in the summer and said farewell. My friend and I were truly awestruck by this meeting, as the mood and vibe of the two passengers was like no other human beings we had ever met. We told all of our friends, but no one had ever seen or heard of them or any group like that. A year or two later, I was in Michigan driving on a highway beneath a cloverleaf bridge and saw two older ladies in the same robes on the overpass in front of me. I gave a friendly tut as I approached, and they

peered down, made eye contact, and gave big waves back to me. All these years, I have asked people and searched online but could find no other witnesses or written evidence of these white-roped travelers, of the highways. I consider this a parallel universe

glitch. Let me start by saying that I love your channel. Your narration style is awesome. Thank you. Here's a little about me. I'm a blind woman in my mid-30s. I've had several near-death experiences, visions, and dreams about key people in our news. And those things have come true. I don't consider myself a prophet or a psychic.

I'm just someone who God has picked to tell people the things I've seen along the way. Complicated. I know. I've told people about them. Some believe me. some don't, and I never see in my normal dreams. But during my experiences in this glitch, I could see perfectly. But anyways, back to the glitch. It was after a rough weekend of family drama,

so I was just ready for a peaceful night's sleep. But I got much more than I bargained for. As soon as I closed my eyes, I woke back up, but I wasn't in my room. I was in a living room just like mine, but I knew it wasn't mine. I could hear lively voices coming from the kitchen. One of them sounded just like myself. The other belonging to an acquaintance that I knew from college.

We had dated a couple of times, but neither one of us felt any chemistry. So we just agreed to stay friends. But in this reality, the other me was with him. I could see them hugging and touching each other. which made this super awkward because I knew I was in her space. On the counter, though, was a McDonald's bag with two coffee drinks beside it. I could tell her to tell him to make sure that she didn't get his black coffee this time. And that caramel cinnamon roll was the best flavor on the planet.

I know for a fact that our McDonald's does not have that flavor, which sounds like they should, actually. I sat there for a few minutes as they ate and planned out their day. She talked about how grateful she was that now we have a garage instead of that nasty carport. Well, there's one difference between our houses, I thought. But I must have stared too long because he shouted, You're beside me, baby. But there's another you on the couch.

Who is that? Man, you cabin. You sure you didn't get high with that dude down the street? she laughed. No, baby, I'm serious. Something isn't right here. She looks just like, just like you. Get up, and if I tell you to go outside, go, he cried.

Well, that was my cue. I moved as fast as I could out of that living room, but I couldn't run out the door. Her front door was just like mine. Heavy oak and makes a lot of noise when you open it. Plus, they were right in the kitchen, beside the back door, but running towards me. So the only place I had to go was upstairs.

I know. Not the best choice, right? But it was either that or the basement, if this house had one. But I found a hiding spot in one of the closets and stayed there as they were calling my name. I was shaking and sweating at this point, worried at what other me might do if she found me. Anyone remember the show Fringe? Yeah. It's so creepy to hear your own voice call out your name in another room.

I stayed quiet, until I heard him tell her to get in the car. He said that he didn't know what to do, and the cops wouldn't believe him, and their pastor didn't believe in parallel realities. She just told him to chill. They argued for a minute, but I heard them open up the back door. crank up the car and drive away. I sat there wondering if this was some lucid dream, but I'm not going to lie. I checked out her clothes.

Nice, but edgier than mine. The house? Identical except for the garage and possibly the basement. I slowly made my way downstairs and decided to curl up on the couch. I shut my eyes and prayed that I could escape back to my bedroom, and I did just that. right as they were pulling back into the garage, bumping a song that I guess all of us liked. I was fully awake now and home sweet home too,

all the while feeling scared yet peaceful, because other me seemed to have a nice life, people who care about her, and I just hope that she hasn't had to deal with the identical dysfunction and health issues I've had over the years. And yes, before you ask, other me is blind too. He was able to see me, but she could not.

I hope this didn't shake her world up too badly either. I began to just call this a strange dream. That is, until I felt a piece of paper stuck to my foot. I took it to my parents, and they told me exactly what it was. It was the McDonald's receipt, with caramel cinnamon roll coffee and all. I guess it fell out of someone's pocket during the chase. They asked me where it came from, and I just said, told them that I had no idea.

I've told them about my other experiences, but this... I just couldn't. So, I took the receipt from them, and I keep it in a box with special items. This was extraordinary. Maybe I'll submit some of my other stories, but until next time, I hope everyone enjoys this. And keep having that zest for life. Other me. I've never really bought into the whole idea of...

UFOs. There are people that watch the skies for a living, and I feel like we would have a lot more information on them if it was a real and constant thing. But I'm willing to admit that maybe I've been a bit too self-absorbed on those ideas, after having gone through the event that I went through. This actually happened very recently, and it sort of shocked me out of my non-believer ways, and pushed me deeper into maybe there is something out there, territory. I was driving home for my sister's place in rural Idaho, pretty much middle-of-nowhere territory,

which really feels like a cliche at this point. It's a scenic route, barely any traffic, especially after dark. The only light on the road is the moonlight and the stars in the sky, and I guess the occasional passing car, but again, that's rare. That night was a clear one, and I had my windows down enjoying the cool breeze. It was pretty much the main thing keeping me awake. Driving always makes me tired, and it was later in the evening. Somewhere between the endless fields and the silhouettes of the distant mountains,

my radio started, well, I guess, skipping. It kind of sounded like I was listening to a CD on one of those old Walkman CD players and that the lens was dirty, if you know how that was. It would play, pause, play, pause, rinse, repeat. It did this for several moments to the point that it was starting to annoy the hell out of me. It was worse with the fact that I wasn't even listening to a CD. I was listening to my phone plugged in through an ox cable. Yes, I still have to use an ox cable.

I went ahead and pulled over to the side of the road and hit my hazard lights, deciding that I would take a moment to figure out what was going on with my music. I put the car in park and grabbed my phone from my cup holder, when the inside of my car was quickly lit up by a bright blue light. It was super quick, like someone had turned on a spotlight, and I kind of jumped when it happened. I glanced up to see what the hell was up there, lighting up the inside of my car. I saw this thing.

The best way to describe it, really, it was up in the sky, shining a light down, and then shifting it to left, then right. The craft wasn't large. It wasn't much bigger than my car at the very least. It was at that point that I realized that it wasn't just moving the spotlight. It was more like the craft itself. was shifting to the left and to the right, zipping from point A to point B to C and so on. It wasn't a helicopter or a drone.

That much was clear. It was too agile and too silent. I just sat there, and I watched this thing as it lit up random spots on the ground, and then it once again shifted its light toward my car. I was seriously shaking. and I don't know why. It was like an instinctual reaction.

Like I knew that I needed to be terrified of this thing. I watched as it shifted again and then slowly started to, I guess, descend. It looked like it was getting closer to the ground. At this point, it clicked that I needed to get a picture or video of this thing, something to prove that this was happening. I reached down to grab my phone and fumbled with it. my hands were clammy as hell, and by the time I opened the camera app and looked back up,

it was gone. I don't mean that it floated away. I mean it practically teleported. It was there, the car was lit up, I grabbed my phone and it was just gone. Just like that. It took a split second to go from just hovering near me to somewhere out in the ether.

Now, I know that not much happened here, but this was honestly enough to change me from not believing to thinking that maybe there is more out there. There is nothing on this planet that can move like this thing did. It was such sharp and quick, jagged movement. I wish I could give a better description of how it looked, but the light was honestly blinding. And all I could tell was the size of it, and like I mentioned, it wasn't much larger than my car is. I've taken this road a hundred times prior to this, and I've never seen anything like this. But I kind of hope to see it again in the future, because I want to be better prepared for it. I actually bought a dash cam just in case it happens, so I can get footage of it.

Odds are, it won't, but I'm ready, just in case. A few months ago, I woke on. with the sensation that everything around me was unreal, as if I had entered a parallel universe. While everything appeared the same, interactions with familiar people felt as though they were from a different reality. I kind of just accepted this feeling and thought maybe I just had an intense dream that had me feeling like this, or something like that. Since this happened a few months ago, I still think about it from time to time, and it still feels like a bit that this is a parallel universe, and not the one I originally came from. But it still feels like I don't belong here. I have a peaceful life, and I'm a positive person, so I'm not depressed or anything like that.

But this week, when I had a day off work, I had the same experience. like I switched to a parallel universe again. This time, the feeling was worse than the first time it happened. Everything felt so unreal, and I had a very uneasy feeling in my body. Everything felt wrong, and I had the feeling that I don't belong here. I tried to get these thoughts and feelings away, but I couldn't concentrate and was shaking a little bit. everything was the same my room, my house,

my parents, but everything felt wrong at the same time. This has been going on for days now, and every time I think about it, that this is not my universe, I get a very nervous feeling and can't concentrate. Before I fall asleep, my heart races,

and my dreams feel more realistic than ever, like they're not dreams, but real experiences. I can't explain what has happened to me, but I continue to live on despite the persistent feeling that this is not where I belong, like I switched places with an alternate version of myself from this universe. This started a few years back. I've been out of school for about 20 years now. I went through my yearbook flipping the pages. I found this girl who I barely remember at all.

She was someone that nobody really knew much of. She had her group of friends, but was a bookworm and on the Honor Society, and was like over an A-plus student. Although half-tie, she has a very Italian name, her father being Italian. Anyway, let me cut to the chase. When I saw her in the yearbook, I had these memories flood back to me. Us dating in high school. Us dating on the down low because her parents wanted her to focus on school.

I have memories of her parents finding out about us and letting us date, but soon after having her break up with me because her grades were swaying because she was in love with me, and I was in love with her. I have memories of us going on dates, to the mall, to hang out on Fridays, sneaking her over to my house and watching movies, all these memories that never happened. These memories happened the first time, as I said a few years ago.

I chalked it up as a wild imagination, but this wasn't a fantasy. I looked her up on Facebook and other social medias, and she's got a Facebook, but it hasn't been active since 2020. This always stuck with me until recent. Just the other day, I saw her picture again because my cousin asked if I went to school with his boss.

I showed him a picture in the last name, starting with M. was in the same row of this girl. Those memories flooded back in again, so strongly that I closed my eyes and shook my head, almost feeling like I was in some warp. My cousin even asked if I was okay, and I said I had deja vu.

These memories were even stronger than before, memories of being intimate, of our first kiss. I swear that I was with this girl because I can even remember gifts that she's given me from the past. I don't have them because they've been lost in time, I feel. For a couple of days, I almost felt like I had a mini breakdown because I can't explain this or tell anyone else.

Even writing this makes me teary-eyed of a love and a heartbreak that I once had, that I feel really happened but didn't in this timeline. I'm happily married, and I've never said anything to my wife because I think she would think I'm crazy. I've never been diagnosed with any mental disorders before. I'm not looking to get trolled, but I have no explanation for any of this. It keeps eating away at me, and I don't know what to do. The OP then added an update. Personally, I do believe in parallel dimensions.

I've always been sensitive to the spirit, because I had a near-death experience when I was three, and almost died due to an infection in my ear. I've had an experience before the Mandela Effect was even coined. This other experience happening in 2005. Anyway, as I said, if you want me to get into more detail, I'd love to. As of now, I've been trying to put all that I've felt this last week behind me. I found a lot of support from the people on Reddit,

and also praying to the Almighty, but these things behind me. I strongly believe there was a connection to me and this girl. When this whole thing hit me, Wednesday, April 10th, I couldn't get past the thought of something that I had and lost, and the love and the heartbreak that I had. I couldn't reach out to any of my friends or fam because, again, they would think I was nuts. As mentioned, I almost felt like I was having a mini breakdown by front,

I am happily married and I haven't told my wife this, nor do I plan to, because she wouldn't understand. I found her on Facebook and LinkedIn, but will not reach out at all. Every day is getting easier, but these memories are seared into my mind. The only thing I can think to compare this to, remember the first time you went to the ocean. If you've never been to the ocean, then think of something that changed your life that you'll never forget. This is just like that. These aren't fantasies. These aren't things that I just thought of one day. These hit me like a freight train and I've never experienced anything like this before. Well, this night, I had a memory coming up of a parallel lifetime of this one. I was living in a house with my mother,

same from this version, and her abusive boyfriend, and also the same. But the house, I've never seen before. Well, I had a very small bedroom in it, and a good friend of mine, also in this version, called me. I got outside of the house and was walking outside while talking to him. In the meantime, I heard my mom's boyfriend call me angrily from the house. The next scene, I was back in my bedroom, and my mom was there to say that I had to stay in my bedroom, otherwise I would be killed. This was because abusive boyfriend was out of his mind. The next scene, I was holding a plastic wash tub in front of me,

and the abusive A-hole was kicking it, and it was broken in seconds. I screamed at him that I wasn't afraid of him and that I knew that here was where I was going to die. Like, if I was two persons at once, me comforting myself in this scene that it was okay. He was kicking and stabbing me, and it felt like I fell through a window in some moment.

The last scene was me lying down. I couldn't move, but it felt like I was crying. I heard my mom talking in a very unbothered way to her boyfriend. Well, now she's handicapped. It was all traumatic, and I was still trying to guide myself through this. That a hole was then gone, and I could only look straight, and I could see he was holding a right. That was when I knew it was soon over.

After this, I woke up, and I was crying over how messed up this was. I haven't slept since, and it's morning now anyways. And yes, this life my mom and her boyfriend have been the same, abusive, and my mom taking his side over mine. My mother died in 2018. Her abusive boyfriend is still alive. Obviously, there's no contact. But recently, I saw him at the grocery store again, and I can't describe the feeling I felt. When my real father died, my mom got this new boyfriend two years later.

The second he set a foot in the doorway, I felt my heart sank to my feet, like you would have if you saw the boogeyman kind of vibes. What I do find fascinating is the last good thing I heard in that parallel, low version, was the voice of my friend on the telephone. And I always thought he had a soothing voice, so that's noteworthy, to say the least. I was 20, and a friend of mine had visited with me at my house. Her car had been stolen at a work friend's apartment. My friend was staying with her due to her father taking a big job in another city far away.

She had just graduated with the bachelor's degree, and her mom had divorced her dad, and was at the opposite end of the country. She was looking for a job in her field, and was only working a minimal job and had agreed with her work friend to split rent. It really helped her out in this emergency, with college ending and her dad basically giving her a swift kick. I was working full-time and had some money, so I told her since her car was stolen, and she found her. felt trapped in a godforsaken industrial area, with huge spaces of open land, a monstrous-sized plant that was an automotive manufacturer, and one gas station, and this odd sleepy block of apartments in the middle of darkness. I lived so far from it, but she was young, disappointed, hurt by her dad,

and suddenly catapulted into adulthood, and she had finished college with no money coming in. She needed cheering up, and to take a drive, talk, go out to eat, and visit at my place a while. So after work, I'd gone there and picked up my friend, and at that time, it was the longest drive in winding hogback road you've ever seen. That's Kentuckian for a road, either a ride in the middle that has two lanes, and slants downward on both sides like the spine of a hog. Those are narrow and hard to drive on because you feel like you're always falling off, because you are. Anyway, so I did have to concentrate on how to get there, and then back and home again. So I was really paying close attention, plus I didn't want to scratch on my new Mustang that I had just purchased.

After having a very fun, uplifting time, I had shaken off my workday in a dental office, and she felt more positive after working in the circulation department of a downtown newspaper, maybe 20 miles away from her gross new living space. The trip home I was walking on eggs in the darkness, and huge telephone poles like they have in rural areas, with super tall poles and drooping draped wires, that were scattered along the roadside, yet no damned streetlights. I had to go slowly since those curving roads were so dark,

and I was relieved to see the second or third shift at the only light source. The auto plant was working. She lived on the other side of that street. I told her I'd had fun and waited for her to get in safely and then took off. I was now more familiar and zoomed down the road knowing it would be an hour home since I was in the suburbs. Nobody was on the road, period. I could see the black sky held way more. visible stars than at home.

Curve after curve, I took, and after 20 minutes, I saw what appeared to be the largest and lowest flying helicopter I'd ever seen. At that time, my city did not have medical helicopters, and I didn't see all that many on a daily basis. But this huge craft seemed to be so low, and was descending quickly, and a bright light shone out of it on to me in my car. I could hear my mother's comment. It was likely a police helicopter looking for criminals or escapees or practicing night flight

in my head. I reasoned, yeah, that's it. But the light was so intense that I had to stop. I noticed those low drooping huge around phone lines and recall seeing two strands in a tether holding them in a giant pole, where I stared at. at it as it appeared to land by my left side. I hit my window button and it shot down. I only heard my AC, and I switched it off while still looking.

I feared that it would hit the line and maybe explode or entangle, and I saw now that it was below the lowest level, but I saw no propellers on top, and it was silent, even for being that close. I didn't want to see it hit that wire near me, so I didn't want to see it hit that wire near me, so I took off fast. I moved quickly away from this potential disaster. Finally, I got to the first city that I would call civilization I was used to. That was more than 30 minutes away from home.

I felt unstressed here as I worked in this familiar town and looked around as I sat at a stoplight. Nobody else was out that summer night. Waiting for green, I glanced upward. That flying propellerless seat. thing was in my view. Was it following me? No, things may seem that way I thought due to something.

I moved on now and every step there it was closer to me. I wasn't afraid, but curious. No noise, all black, bright light on me earlier in the middle of nowhere and no wings or propellers. Maybe it was some kind of new stealth craft? Cool, I thought. I noted the shape. It was wide, long, and stubby, and thick.

I traveled on at every stop there was, and it was always so close. Now it felt a little creepy. I hadn't done anything wrong, I thought. If it's a police craft, then it's definitely following me. I went on for about 30 minutes, and getting to the crest of a hilly area by our house, where I turned at a church and grade school. I flipped off my lights, and I sat on the desolate subdivision road for about a full minute, and then crept up another steep hill.

You could go one of two ways to our street. Then I saw it move up into the sky a bit. I turned on my lights and made my way back on to the street and into my driveway, and there it came, fast. I felt terror, honestly. I have a half-and-a-half-and-a-half-and-y. I have a half an acre lot, and the backyard was long, and I could see up in the sky where it was. And in a millisecond, I saw it change into the shape of a period in a sentence,

and then it became bright as a star and then disappeared. I ran into our house, locking up fast, and into my parents' bedroom. I woke them saying that I was home in what I'd saw, and my mother said that it was probably a police helicopter. looking for someone way out there. No. We talked about it. I then had a long, thoughtful shower, and washed my long hair and mused over it. Finally finishing up, and I went to bed still feeling confused and eerie.

This part is the weirdest part to me, but I think that I might have dreamed this. I see nothing, but I hear a voice that's only in my mind. What is your name? I didn't want to answer, but was polite. I said my first name. I was then asked my full name, so I gave it my middle and last. No, you have another name. But I didn't.

Another name? Well, I am Catholic. I have a confirmation name, Catherine. It was as if it already knew that. A nickname? I hadn't thought of it many years as I stopped using it at six in school. because I was 20. Kitty?

I said. It went on and on and on, asking every single relative's name on both sides of the family. Aunts, uncles, all of my cousins, and I was so tired and felt so frustrated, but though I didn't want to go over every damned thing in my head, I already well knew that he had me go over my education, and everything else, you name it.

as I tried, it was like I wasn't being allowed to even rest or sleep, but was being forced in some odd way to comply. I was compelled to answer what seemed like hours of things that I well knew, and I felt so frustrated and tired. Finally, it finished. I didn't dream anything or anything else, if that was a dream, and the next morning I felt really weirded out. It wasn't until years later that I even heard the term cigar-shaped craft, or learned UFOs often steal power from power lines by hovering very close to them. I've never been one to rule things out, only taken data, so to speak, and try to be scientific, level-headed, analytical,

and to weigh facts on both sides of issues. So sometimes I never come to conclusions on things, if I do or don't believe certain things, but it was that interrogation that I know I would never subject myself to. That questioning, it seemed to make me conclude that it was a UFO. It's okay if it was or wasn't, but I really think it was. This happened to me when I was in college. I woke around 7.15 a.m. like I usually did,

and walked across the room to talk to talk. turn off my alarm. I headed into the bathroom and then back to my room to get dressed. I then sat at my desk to print something out. The time was now 7.25. A friend of mine I usually had breakfast with would call me if I wasn't at the dining hall shortly before they opened the door at 7.30. I figured that she was running late.

As I walked out the door, I noticed the angles of the hallway appeared to be off. as if the dimensions didn't quite make sense. I didn't think much of it as I locked the door and headed out to the front door. When I got outside, the colors of everything, in addition to the lighting, seemed off. It's hard to explain, but it had a weird aura, and I got a sense that it wasn't right. As I entered the dining hall, I picked up a copy of USA Today, and I noticed my friend wasn't there. and the door to the dining hall wasn't open. I checked my watch, and it was just after 7.30.

This sometimes happened. The door wouldn't be open. Just after the door opened, and I was about to greet the person, I felt this forceful push, and this evil presence as if to say, you don't belong here. Next thing I know, I'm sitting on my chair in my room, and my friend calls me, wondering where I am. I checked the time, and it was 7.30. I answered and told her I'd be a few minutes late, and to just head in.

I also realized I had no papers due that day. To this day, I have never been able to explain what transpired. Did I enter another universe, temporarily? So, this took place probably closer to 15 years ago. I'm somebody who struggles with depression, anxiety, as well as insomnia. So that very well could be the reason why any of this took place. I was in desperate need of sleep.

I had been up for about four days, maybe a little bit more. The only reason I know the story is because my mom asked me what I remembered the following day. When I said that I wasn't sure, she said that I had walked outside the front door of my house and stood on the stoop. Apparently I had fallen asleep. What I remember was having a very deep and also casual conversation with myself, wearing exactly what I was wearing.

The other version of me was in black and white, like an old TV show. At the moment, I was convinced that I was wide awake. I remember it as if it just happened. We talked about the things I was struggling with, such as self-image, acceptance, advice, and friendships. Just two buddies talking. But the weirdest part was I was almost watching it, as if someone else was watching the two of us talk.

There was a color version of me as well as a black and white version. The color one looking like everyday real life, and the black and white one looking like something out of an old TV show. What do you think this was? I would be curious as to what anybody has to say. My grandma died in April of 2022. It was really rough for me and actually caused me to relapse for a week after being almost six years sober. She was my best, best friend ever.

My true soulmate. We had a connection that was more than just grandmother-granddaughter love. She was the Timothy Mouse to my Dumbo. always guiding me and believing in me. I haven't fully went through the grieving process of losing her because of how I numbed my emotions right after she passed, so I still find myself completely breaking down at random times over her. A few weeks ago, I was missing her bad.

For some quick context, my grandma was in the early stages of dementia months prior to her passing, but she passed because she had gotten gout in her knee, and the hospital didn't seem to notice that it had caused an infection until she went septic from it and it entered her brain. They did surgery and removed all the infection, but the damage was done mentally. She then got pneumonia and passed.

All of it was super unexpected and traumatic, and I didn't get to visit her before she passed because my family wouldn't help watch my kids for me. I didn't get to go to her. funeral because my family didn't want my kids to be there. I'm working on forgiving them, but my heart still breaks when I think about these facts. It wasn't fair. Anyway, a few weeks ago, I was missing her like crazy, crying every day and talking to her

non-stop. And then I had a dream. One where she was still alive, but slowly deteriorating due to the dementia. And my grandpa was becoming horribly affected. by this. He was crying the whole time in my dream because she finally got to the point where she couldn't recognize him at all. It was awful. I woke up right after she had been admitted to the hospital, and the docks told my grandpa died that she wasn't going to last very much longer in my dream. And I remember thinking, in my waking state, oh my God, I just had a premonition of grandma dying.

I need to call my dad. And then, slowly, it came back to me that she was already gone. I believe this must have been her showing me how much worse it would have been if she hadn't passed when she did. Or am I just telling myself that to make myself feel better? I don't know. Any advice on this situation would be heard with an open mind. Sorry if this makes little sense.

This is the first time I've brought up what happened, and it made me emotional. while writing it. My first remembered experience where I actually saw my first UFO was when I was 16. I lived in Long Beach, California back then, and went out to various fun activities with the Salvation Army-run Church Youth Group. That night we all went to Royal Palm's State Beach. It was December and 50 degrees.

It was overcast, but no rain. Feeling impulsive, I decided to take a swim in the ocean. This is a prime example of why they say teens' minds haven't fully formed yet. To make it worse, it was dark, and I couldn't see much. I walked into the freezing water and started swimming. A riptide almost immediately started pulling me back, and I panicked. After just a few seconds, I could no longer see the shore. Something told me to stop struggling and to swim,

sideways. It worked, and I finally felt the sand under my clutching hands. I dug in and pulled myself out. After catching my breath, I looked up and saw a silent craft, hovering less than 50 feet above me right where the water started. It was made of a dull metal, and hard to make out the shape because there were so many pipes and yellow lights around it. I was still staring at it, when the group counsellor, and my ride back home, came running down the beach toward me, calling my name. The craft was gone when I turned to look for it again, replaced by sudden clouds that cloaked it.

I spent the rest of my time there shivering with hypothermia in the van, until everybody piled in so that we could leave. I wondered to this day if the beings in that ship were about to rescue me, if I hadn't pulled myself out. They always knew where I was, since first encountering them on a road trip with my dad when I was four. But that's another story. I'll leave this here for now and include my other sightings in the next email. The sightings help give context to the events that happened around and inside them.

This happened to me as a kid. My memory of it is quite vivid, and I've never been able to explain it. I was attending a friend's ninth birthday party. One of the events was a scavenger hunt, where we were supposed to go out into the neighborhood to seek out various items. Although I'd visited my friend's house before, I somehow got turned around and found myself in a totally unfamiliar surrounding.

What made this very strange was that even the environment didn't match his neighborhood. The style of houses and even the natural, The structural terrain was different. I was getting scared, and I noticed a man working on his car in his garage. I cautiously approached him, and I asked him if he could tell me how to get back to my friend's house, and I gave him the address. He gave me a strange look, and said that he had never even heard of that street, which struck me as impossible. I hadn't gone that far.

Then he told me to get off of his property. I left and did my level best to retrace my steps. I was increasingly scared, but somehow and I really don't know how, I soon found myself within sight of my friend's backyard. I returned to his house and the party resumed. No one seemed to think that I'd gone missing or even been gone for an unusual period of time, and I didn't say anything about what happened, because I didn't want to be teased for getting lost within,

supposedly less than a block from my friend's house. But I still maintain that where I found myself absolutely did not line up appearance-wise in any sense with that entire area. Was I briefly unknowingly transported to an alternate universe? To another part of the country? I don't know. I realize the story may not be as terrifying or weird as some,

but when you're an eight-year-old kid and something, something like this happens to you? It is plenty. Scary. For the last several months, I've struggled with really bad insomnia due to health issues that I have. Many nights, I'm up all night,

and then finally doze off for about an hour in the early morning, after my fiancée's first alarm goes off for work, around 5 a.m. He sets several, so I usually fall asleep after the first one and wake up for the day with the last alarm around 6.000. 6 or 630. I'm not sure why I doze off around that time most days,

but I always have dreams during that period that feel like they last for a very long time. Like weeks, even though I'm never asleep for more than an hour max during them. Now here's the strange part. For the last several weeks, I have noticed that in those dreams, I am always in the same place slash reality. They take place in a world that looks similar to ours, but it's a location that I've never been to. Often people that I know in real life will appear in these dreams, but it's like we're all living in alternate life. In the dreams, we live in a different place.

In a specific apartment than I remember visiting before in a past dream, but 100% have never seen in real life. However, my fiancé has the same job as in real life. The dreams have details that are kind of similar to what happens in our regular lives, but things are slightly different. In some circumstances or details aren't the same. For instance, my mom lives all the way across the country in real life, but in my dreams she somehow lives nearby. It feels like in the dream a lot of things are exactly,

the opposite of the way things usually are. In the dreams, it's like the world is, I don't know, smaller somehow. It's like the whole world can be summed up in a small area where things take place, and nothing outside of that exists. It really does feel similar to a simulation or something. This whole scenario is so strange because ever since I was a little girl, I have always had my dreams take place in the home I'm living in at the time, and they revolved closely around whatever was going on in my life right then.

This is the first time that I feel like my dreams are transporting me to some other reality, where I have a life that has some of the same details as my real life, but everything else is almost backwards. I hope that this makes sense. Any thoughts? Hey there, friends. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of scary stories on this episode of the As the Raven Dreams podcast.

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