As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 001 - 15 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: November 9, 2021

Welcome to the 1st Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have some stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about self-repairing items, disappearing and reappearing items, strange lights and sounds, and an unusual grid in the sky.  ➤ Want your story featured? Go to https://www.astheravendreams.com/Submit ➤ Want to know where to follow me on the internet? Go to https://www.astheravendreams.com/the-nevermore for all my links! ➤ You can also get EARLY ACCESS By joining my Patreon! https://patreon.com/astheravendreams Today's Video contains stories by the following Authors... Unidentified_OP, edelea, KwestProd, Matuhoh, kinginthenorth2392, sagewreath, aurorodry, Mouts93, showmeyurkitties, No_Manager342, yeoldweaver, heatherleean, Souvinios, mentosandcoke286, & sofiakk16 ➤ All stories within are used w/ Either direct permission from the author- or under some level of CC license (where noted) True Stories are not verified, and should all be considered 'supposedly true'.  And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/astheravendreams/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/astheravendreams/support Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

This is here a board of Viarai. Embarked and profite. Embarked and celebrate. Rigolet. Publii. Savour. Admire. Admire. And profite. Viaray. La voice that we love that we're this evening. And I'm still at a loss for words. And I can't wrap my mind around it. So last Monday was my birthday. That's what started this weird, an unexplainable event. I didn't really want to do much besides hang with my boyfriend and chill around the house. My uncle asked me to run errands for him and take stuff to goodwill. I was annoyed because it was my birthday, but I agreed to it anyway.

A little backstory, I tend to wear funky glasses, and I take pride in the dorkiest ones that I can find. There's a specific pair that I wear more often than most, and they're my favorite. They look like they came straight out of your typical 80s school picture off the face of some nerdy kid. I get tons of compliments on them, though. The lenses are ginormous butterfly-looking lenses. I just like that they cover all points in my vision. That's mostly why I wear them all. all the time.

As I was putting clothes into trash bags to take to Goodwill, I went to do that typical swing the trash bag above your head and use the force of wind to open it method. As I was coming down with the trash bag, it caught the top of my glasses, causing them to fly off my face and slam face down onto the concrete floor in our garage. I knew before looking at the,

them that they were going to be busted in some type of way, judging simply by how hard they fell. I just stood there and kind of looked at them for a second, anticipating how bad the damage was going to be. When I picked them up, the left lens had a deep chip gouged out of it. Not just a crack, a chip. It was maybe a few millimeters in length, completely unmistakable. I ran my fingernail in the chip and I was able to feel it perfectly. I was highly annoyed at this point, mostly with myself for agreeing to run errands on my birthday,

but also because I did one of my typical clumsy clutz moves to break my own glasses. I looked at my boyfriend and was like, dang it, my favorite glasses just broke, and I handed them over to him to look at. He confirmed there was a chip in them too. I basically just said, whatever, and continued stuffing clothes into trash bags, trying not to be upset. I put them back on my face before hopping in to the driver's seat. As we were on our way to Goodwill, I got annoyed again because I noticed the chip was placed perfectly enough to where it wasn't necessarily obstructing my view, but it was a bit of a little bit of a bit of a goodwill.

but it was in my view enough that I could see it, and it was bugging me. I also couldn't stop touching it. I took them off and I handed them to my boyfriend. He examined the chip again for a second time and said, I don't know, maybe they're repairable. Maybe you could order another pair? I sighed and told them it really wasn't a big deal. I decided I wasn't going to worry about going through with a repair.

I had more glasses at home to get me by, and I had an eye appointment coming up in a month or so anyways, and agreed that I would just order the same pair again. He also agreed that that was the best move, as the cost of the repair just didn't make any sense. The whole time we were running errands and going to my birthday dinner, I continued to touch the chip. I don't really know why, other than it was buggy,

me all night. When we got home, I put them on my nightstand next to my bed and just left them there. Not really sure what to do with them yet. My boyfriend works overnights in a hospital and usually sleeps at my place when he gets off his shift. This tidbit is a little important. When I was getting ready for work a couple of mornings later, and he was just getting off of his shift, we were making small talk, and I was like, man, I wish my favorite glasses weren't broken. I don't want to wear my other pairs today, so I guess I'll just wear my contacts.

I went and I picked up the glasses to confirm to myself that they were still broken, I guess. The chip was definitely still there. I again was able to run my fingers across the chip and was able to still feel it. I put them back down on my nightstand, and that is exactly where they've been for the last week, until today. I got home from work earlier and decided I wanted to clean my bedroom. My boyfriend has been working, so there's no one here but me. I noticed my glasses sitting where I had last left them on the nightstand, and was debating with myself on whether or not I wanted to throw them away.

I obviously wasn't going to wear them again because of that chip, but also they were my favorite glasses, and I didn't want to part with them just yet for some reason. Now this, this is where the crazy part happens. I go to pick up my glasses and I put them on to wear one last time, but for some reason, I'm not seeing the chip in my line of sight like I was before. I didn't think too much of it until I took them back off and looked at the lens. My jaw dropped.

That chip is gone. This gigantic, freaking, noticeable and very obvious chip that I felt so many times, it's just gone. I run my fingers across both lenses because, maybe, just maybe, I was mistaken and it was actually the right lens instead of the left. Am I crazy? I clean them hoping to find something. Nope. Literally nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I put them back on my face. Take them off. Feel for the chip. I put them back on over and over and over. Not even a scratch. Cold chills creep up my spine and my body covers in goosebumps. I immediately feel like I'm dreaming

and that this moment isn't real. or that when I slammed them on the floor didn't even happen, that my mind is somehow playing a trick on me. I get up and I walk around my house to see if anything else is out of the ordinary. I even look at the glasses again just to make sure it's the same pair, but I know they are because it's my favorite pair. The thought even crossed my mind that maybe my boyfriend wanted to surprise me and get them fixed, but there's just no way.

He's been working 12-hour overnight shifts and sleeping, so there couldn't have been any time for that in his schedule. I texted my boyfriend what happened, and I sent him a picture of the glasses. I still feel like I'm crazy at this point, and I wanted confirmation that I'm not because nothing like this has ever happened to me. I've heard of unexplainable stories like this that have happened to others,

but not any that have ever happened to me. He is just as shocked as I am, and we have no clue how they're suddenly just fine. He made a joke that all my oil from my fingers filled the chip because I wouldn't stop touching it. My theory is that a magic eyeglass repair fairy knew that I was sad about my broken glasses, so they appeared in my room and fixed them while I was sleeping. So, thanks, fairy.

I really don't have many people to share this experience with, and I immediately thought of this subreddit as it was happening. I'm still blown away, but I'm wearing them on my face as I type this now, so I hope you guys enjoyed my glitch. So it's my second day here, but I have found the basic needed facilities like the toilet, staircase, lift, emergency exits, and so on. For the level I'm on, the toilet is one way, so there is a corner you turn to get to the toilets. At this corner, there is a camera that points away from the doors. So, if you have to go to the toilet, you would naturally pass by the camera twice. I go to the office, set down my things, and went to use the toilet.

I finished my business, and headed back to the office where I see my supervisor. and the other person I'm supposed to be shadowing. The rest of the people and the team were also standing over my stuff and looking concerned. When I entered, one of my friends, who was also an intern at that place, saw me and honestly said, Oh, she's back, with so much relief. I looked very confused and said that I had just gone to the toilet. My supervisor said, You were in the toilet for two hours?

I was like, what, no, I was in there for ten minutes max. My supervisor said, Then where have you been? We all thought you were missing. Me, what? I just got here and went to the toilet. Did no one go to check the toilet? Supervisor said, we did, but no one was inside it.

I said what? My supervisor responded, well, at least you're okay, and back to work. I was still confused, but brushed it off. During some free time in between tasks, I went to the security officer and asked to see the camera footage of the toilet on my level. He showed me, and I saw that I had only passed the camera two times.

And in between them, I saw one of my colleagues, going into the toilet and coming out a few minutes apart. I thanked the officer and went about my work. So, yeah, I disappeared for two hours in my workplace toilet that only has one entrance and one exit. Edit, there are so many comments saying if this was the first time. Sadly, this isn't the first time. It happens almost once every semester on campus.

The longest I've ever disappeared for is 8 to 10 hours. My friend is well aware of it. I've had medical screenings done in psychological evaluations, but everything seems normal. The toilet is also one of those with three stalls, but my co-worker swears she opened all three. Edit 2. All thanks for the awards.

People have asked about more detail about the camera footage. So I'm not able to get a copy of it due to it, like, actually being a security issue, but here are some details about it. The video is timestamped, with the time and hours that it has been recording. I went in at 8 hours, 34 minutes, and came out at 10 hours and 30 minutes. My colleague went in at 9 hours 1 minute and came out at 9 hours 8 minutes. The camera caught both of us going in and coming out. I did ask if they could check the rest of the cameras along the corridor from the toilet. They did, and it all showed that I was missing for two hours.

I specifically checked the camera in front of the office door that looks partially into the office and the corridors outside. The camera did see me walking through the corridor to the toilet, and back from the toilet. The only thing odd was that the camera had shifted a bit for a few seconds to a minute. Like, it kind of glitches kind of thing. It was at around nine hours and twelve minutes mark. But there was no way I could have exited the toilet and walked back to it without the other camera at the office door catching me.

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When I pulled it out of its straw-string bag, I was terribly disappointed to find that the elastic it was strung on had deteriorated. It was loose, floppy, and it made crunchy noises when the elastic was expanded due to apparent dry rot. The beads had large gaps of twisted elastic in places, so I decided not to meditate with it at that time. I put it back into the drawstring pouch, with intentions of restringing it with nylon cord at a later date. In the meantime, I considered purchasing a new malla made of gemstone.

It turned out to be cheaper for me to order the gemstone beads and string it myself. This was better for me as well, because I didn't want another one strong on elastic, which all the mallas I looked at were, so I ordered the gemstone beads that I wanted. The green, sandalwood malla, I tucked it safely away in a cabinet until I had time to redo it. I received the gemstone beads last week. So, today, I strung my new mala. It turned out well, so I decided since I was on a roll to restring the broken one. I went and retrieved the pouch from the cabinet,

and then totally had my mind blown when I took out the old Mala. It was in perfect condition. I just stared at it. It was impossible. wasn't it? I've never seen reverse entropy before. The elastic was tight, no gaps, no twisting, no dry rot. It stretches easily, and then it pops right back into the perfect shape.

I honestly cannot think of one reasonable explanation. One curious coincidence is that at the time I found the mallet twisted, dry-roated and falling apart, I was experiencing pretty severe chest pains. I'd been having them for about a week. I kept telling myself it was nothing, and I refused to go to a hospital. Then, shortly thereafter, they suddenly disappeared overnight. I haven't had a chest pains since.

However, now I find things are different. In addition to the mysteriously regenerated mala, I also discovered last week that the popular sportswear brand I remember from years ago is now spelled A-D-I-D-A-S. I distinctly remember it being ADD-I-D-A-S. Being bored in high school, sometimes there was nothing to do but stare at logos. I was trying to find a certain pair of shoes, and Google kept giving me that strange alternate spelling.

So are these glitches, quantum immortality, something else? Has anyone else ever experienced something broken and trashed out, suddenly being new again with no logical explanation? I have to start off by saying that there were absolutely no drugs or alcohol or anything of that kind involved, and we were as sober as one can be. Okay, so this was about two years ago. Not last summer, but the one before that. Me and my boyfriend, 24, 25 at the time, went to visit his grandma in the countryside for a few days.

One night, probably around 8 p.m., we went into the garden to relax and look at the fireflies that were starting to show up. The sun had set, but the sky was still a pale blue, not really dark yet. Grandma has a bed outside in the garden, used basically as a couch, so we decided to just lay there for a while. At one point, probably just a few minutes later, I noticed very clearly a pale, white grid shape in the sky. wondering what the hell I'm seeing, I start asking my boyfriend. Do you see, and he cuts me off? That grid? Yeah.

So it's not like one influenced the other. We both clearly saw it. We joked around that the sky is fake and we're in the Matrix. We often have matrixy experiences, so it really wasn't anything shocking, but this has honestly been the cherry on top of everything else. I don't remember thinking of taking a picture, or maybe we thought it wouldn't be visible enough, and it's pointless to even try. Not sure, but we just kind of accepted it and shrugged it off.

Then we had dinner and went to bed. Two years later, and I have never seen it again, and I've tried. We mention it now and again, like, hey, do you remember the grid? Yeah, I haven't seen it either, etc. I love looking at the sky in general, clouds, shapes, colors, stars, whatever it may be, and yet I never saw it again, not even a glimpse. I tried to find similar cases online, but for some reason, I only found people on drugs, like psychedelics seeing grids and honeycomb shapes in the sky. but as I said before, we were very much sober. Every time I remember it, I really don't know what to even think or how to feel. Why haven't I been able to see it again?

And what could it have been? I've been theorizing if it's a force field or maybe a projection of sorts and the sky really isn't real, and that was just a glitch. I really don't know, but I hope someone sober has seen it as well, and can maybe shed some light. I'd like to start by saying that I was never one to believe in the Matrix or anything of the sort until this experience. I'm trying to come to some sort of explanation, aside from a glitch, but I've not been able to find any resolution to this. It's not scary, spooky, or some time traveler thrown through spacetime to our dimension or timeline. It's just odd.

I was driving through the streets near my house at around 9.30 p.m., so it was dark and oddly quiet for a weekend night. I live in a college town in Southern California with a vibrant nightlife, so not seeing a single car or pedestrian, for the first three miles on major roads was extremely unusual. I didn't think much of it until I came down a large hill and around the bend at the bottom. It was a sweeping left bend with a speed limit of 45. I saw tail lights ahead right at the end of the bend. I noticed I was getting closer and fast, and I checked my speed, 45 miles per hour. I slowed down quick, and I approached the cars ahead of me.

I slowed down from 45 to 10, and the cars were stopped. No stoplights, stop signs, accident hazard animals, nothing. I realized they were all stopped in perfectly spaced out intervals, alternating between the left and right lane. I felt an odd sensation through my body, like a static vibration, what I would compare to TV static emanating from my bones the closer I crept up to the cars.

All the cars were vehicles that did not come with a manual option, so they were all automatic transmission vehicles. None of the cars had brake lights on. Stopped without engaging the brakes. The sound of the cars were non-existent. As I pulled up next to the car in the left lane, I crept up to look at the person in the car, and as soon as I broke that perfectly spaced out interval, all the cars began to move at once.

No engine starting, no gears being changed or hand brakes being disengaged, just a sudden movement by all seven cars. There was no slinky effects like traffic always has. All seven cars in front to rear began to move at the exact same time. That static feeling I had wore off the further I got from where the cars had stopped. I passed the cars once I had a chance, and all the drivers were expressionless. They didn't look over at me, didn't show any sign of acknowledgement of me, or what just happened. Is this anything any of you could give insight to or know of happening?

I used to work in a grocery store when I was 17. I lived in a small town at the time, and the store was right on the highway, kind of for convenience. Travelers were popping in to grab snacks, etc. We had a parking bay out in front that was never full, and didn't have a trolley returned thing, so most people either pushed the trolleys into the store

or just left them floating around the car park. The store was also technically a mall, since it had a wide corridor that had a post office at the end and a cafe to the left. Because the store was the biggest business, we used to put pallets of water and stuff along it. Okay, that's enough backstory. It was the middle of the day on a weekend,

and it was super quiet because of the... there was a dust storm outside. Like, I was only getting one customer every five minutes. So, I was just standing there and cleaning up the checkout, when the door is open and this old guy walks in, pushing a trolley. He's wearing a gray-blue shirt and jeans. He then asks me, Is it okay if I leave this trolley just here?

While pointing to a pallet in the mall. I remember being shocked that he had a bit of a British accent, which you don't really hear around rural Australia. Anyways, I said, yeah, leave it, that's cool. And he heads into the store. Suddenly, there's a small rush. About three or four customers come through all at once, and I deal with them pretty quickly.

And just as I'm finishing up with the last one, I hear the store doors open, and the same guy walks in, wearing the exact same clothes, pushing the same type of trolley. I'm just kind of staring in a sense of deja vu because it hasn't clicked for me yet. It wasn't until he asked, Is it okay if I leave the trolley just here? With the British accent, that I realized he had come through. between him coming in the first time no one else had come into the store to grab the trolley and go shopping

and I would have seen it because the trolley was directly in my line of sight but when he came in the second time the trolley wasn't there the only exit is through my checkout as all entrances are one way and unused checkouts are blocked off also I highly doubt that there was a lot of more than one trolley in the car park to begin with since I would have gone and grabbed it. It was just a very unnerving experience, and I have no idea how to explain it.

I tried to get my friend to debunk it, but we couldn't come up with a logical explanation. I don't know if this belongs here, but here I go. This has essentially happened to me three times, or so that I can recall. And every time I tell someone about it, they just tell me I have faulty memory or someone else decided to frame me, which I can't deny could be a possibility, but the fact that it happened three times is unnerving. The first instance was with the house key. We only had three copies. Copy 1 and copy 2 were always being used by two members of the house,

while copy 3 had to stay on the kitchen counter at all times, in case someone aside from them needed it. One day, I went to get something from the closet, which could only be opened and closed with the house key, and I used copy 3. I placed copy 3 on the kitchen counter exactly in its assigned, spot, and I can attest to this since other members affirmed that they saw the key in its place a few days after I used it.

About a week later, another person wanted to use copy three to no avail because they couldn't find the key. It was just gone from its spot. The thing is, no one used the key aside for me that time, and no other person left the house either, so they wouldn't have taken the key. After we all gathered and talked about it, we came to the conclusion that I was the last person to use it, and that we all saw the key in its usual spot afterwards. But, sometime around midweek, the key was gone.

We looked all over the place and didn't find anything. Although I had a strange certainty that somehow I would find the key in my key. stuff no matter if it was a few days, weeks, or months later. I just knew that it would appear. A month later, I found the key in the inner pocket of my denim jacket. May I also make it known that I wasn't wearing it that day. I also found it unnerving, considering that I had done the laundry a day prior, including this jacket, and I always check inside the pocket. in case if something got left. At that point, I didn't bother telling anyone that I found the key

since we had all gotten copies for each one anyways. I apologize and advanced for the wordiness. I'm not much of a writer or a storyteller, so this one happened a few months back, and at the time, I didn't know about this page or glitches in general. I just thought it was a strange occurrence, but after reading some of the stories here, I thought maybe it was a glitch.

So, I work on power lines, and one day I showed up to the state park, where we currently had our trucks parked. It's still slightly dark as I get out of my car and head to the work truck with my lunchbox. Some of the guys had already started backing a truck up to hook up to a trailer, or something, and instead of going straight to my truck, I went over to help them.

While doing this, I set my lunchbox down somewhere. After helping them, I go to my truck and get it started, and I do my daily checks on it. We're getting ready to leave, and I realize I don't have my lunchbox in the cab, so I get out and start looking for it. At this point, none of our trucks had left yet. and I was having a hard time finding it. I mentioned it to a co-worker that I was searching for it, and he helped me look. I told the other guys not to leave yet so I could check their trucks as well.

Nothing. I checked all of them, plus the spare trailers, and anything else that we had in the parking lot. I then went back to my car to make sure that I hadn't forgotten it in there. No lunchbox. I don't want to hold up production any longer, so I give up and say I'll check the trucks in the parking lot later when it's fully light out. We roll out to a different spot, that maybe ten minutes away, and I follow everyone else so I could see if it fell off one of them going down the road. Still nothing. I check everything again later when it's fully light out, and I still cannot find it.

It never turned up anywhere. and I never saw it on the side of the road, so it couldn't have fallen off the side of a truck. My coworker and I made jokes that one of the newer guys stole it and ate my lunch, but that was really just to make light of a strange situation that we couldn't explain. Again, I'm not sure if it's a glitch, but it was definitely a strange occurrence. So last year in December, me and my friend L drove up to the mountains after I worked one day. I lived in North Carolina, so it wasn't a far drive, two and a half hours there and the same back. Fast forward, we're in Asheville and we decide to go up on a mountain to watch the sunset.

We spend 15 minutes getting directions to where we wanted to watch to watch. watch it from, and the drive up the mountain was long and dark through a lot of thick forests. The cell service cut out at the base of the mountain, and we didn't see another car for 30 minutes driving there and up. We eventually got to one of those gravel parking spots on the side of the mountain, not the top, and it was overlooking the city. We were just sitting in my car talking about stuff we had going on in our lives. I remember looking directly at him. I could see past his head through the window.

He turned his head straight forward, then looked at me again, and there was a car there, parked right beside us just a few spaces down. It was not there before. We were certainly alone, just moments prior, I swore. I asked him if it had been there, and he agreed that it hadn't. We got pretty freaked out but decided to brush it off. It's dark. We'd been talking and taking pictures.

It could have easily pulled up and we hadn't noticed. But we kept watching it. 15 minutes goes by and the exact same thing happens. We had just been pointing and talking about the car. And just a few seconds later we look back and there was another car. just two black cars. Empty. Just a few spots away.

We got super freaked out and decided to leave. We headed out and realized that we turned the wrong way, so we turned around nearly two minutes after pulling off. We drive back by, and those cars are gone. This was a long straight road, so we would have seen them leave. It was super creepy. for years, I would hear a strange, high-pitched and monotone singing that lasts only a few seconds every couple of nights,

about once a week or so. I was born with a condition that makes me very sensitive to sounds. Currently, my doctor tells me it's just a symptom of my autism, so I never thought much of it, until a few nights ago. I heard the monotone singing once again at about 10 p.m., but this time, my parents saw some unexplained light, too. In their bedroom, they were just sitting down and watching TV when a strange, bright, white light appeared to them, nearby the center of the room. My mom screamed while the light was there, which caused me to run to their room and see if they were okay. The door was closed, but I could see in the slit under the door that the room was unnaturally bright.

Worried about my mom, I knocked on the door to check that everything was okay. By the time my dad opened the door, the singing was gone, and so was the light. What was really strange is that my mom and dad didn't hear the singing at all, but certainly say they saw this light. Perhaps this is because of my sensitive hearing. It's a few days later, and my parents and I have no idea what even happened. What kind of visual and auditory glitch is this?

For a TLDR, my parents and I saw a strange light appear for a few seconds, though only I also heard a high-pitched singing alongside, it. P.S. I don't know if it helps, but my dad's side of the family says they have a long history of seeing strange, unexplainable things. My mom usually doesn't see most of the weird stuff that my dad and I have seen over the years. Though, that weird stuff is for other stories. My college's library has a very unique layout, where there are floors between the floors in the section of the library, considered to be the stacks by students. I've spent a lot of time in the library, and I know the stacks very well as a result.

A couple of days ago, I was wandering through the stacks and into the between floors, looking for something new to read slash distract myself with, and I stumbled across a section that I have never found before. It had every single book that I had ever wanted to read, but couldn't find previously, as well as seemingly hundreds of other texts, that were just so relevant to my interests. I love to learn about a huge variety of things,

and this little corner had it all. Everything about it was so tempting, like I could have stayed there forever. It felt fully unreal. Everything looked like the rest of the library, but the contents of the shelves were tailored only to my interests, when there should have been something entirely different on the shelves, according to the system my library uses to categorize books. I left quickly after that and realized a little more time had passed than I had plans to spend in the stacks.

I was in there for hours, and almost was late to one of my classes as a result of my exploration. The next day, I decided to go back and try to find that part of the stacks again. I went through every section twice and still could not find it. It had fully disappeared. A friend of mine who works at the library told me that he's had something like that happened to him too, so at least I know it's not just me being crazy. But I have no idea what I stumbled into.

A few months ago, I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling especially fidgety and restless. I had this strong urge to go outside, and while I don't normally listen to these kinds of impulses, this time I did. I went outside, brought a stool to the middle of the yard, and sat down and stared at the stars. I knew I was going to see something interesting. My body was tense and was crackling with it. Soon enough, I saw a strange red light moving across the sky. There was no tail. It didn't break up.

It was just this weird, energy-laden light that appeared moving directly across my line of vision and then blinked off. It took my breath away. But I'm a logical person. I immediately thought, okay. That was cool, but it was something natural. It had to be. Maybe it was a shooting star. I haven't seen a shooting star in so long that I'm not really sure what one looks like.

At that very moment, a bright, white shooting star streaked across the sky. Right where I was watching. I was pretty spooked. I yelled, thank you, and ran in sight. side. But ultimately, I felt very calmed, like I had seen what I was meant to see, and I fell asleep. I also had the immediate sense that someone was trying to get through to me, and I thought I was a dummy for doubting the first light. Like, okay, you want a shooting star, well, here you go. It definitely felt like I was bumping up against the edges of something strange.

This happened this past Thursday. I work at my college. I'm a teacher's assistant. That day from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. And I honestly had a great day as I got a lot of work done. I still live with my parents, and when I got home, my mother had dinner ready, and we all. sat down to eat.

We were chitch-chatting. When she suddenly asks, so what were you doing over in Townville, which is a fake city name, today? Immediately, I was confused. I had been at work all day long, so I asked what she meant. She said,

Your dad and I saw you at the intersection in Townville, next to where the middle school is. It was your car, and we saw you in it. My car is fairly distinguishable as it has a significant dent in the back bumper. I thought maybe whoever it was was just passing by, and they were seeing things. But, apparently, the car was on the other side of the intersection, stopped at the light like they were, and that's when they noticed it. And the other car was able to go first because my parents still had to wait for the people turning left in front of them.

them. So they definitely got a good look as my car passed by, and they said it was definitely me, and they saw the dent and everything. But I was 100% at work the entire day. I told them that I have co-workers that can vouch for me that they were seeing things, but also like both of them? How did both of their lying eyes deceive them? and why would they see my doppelganger? Basically, now my parents are suspicious and think that I'm hiding something from them, which, I mean, I am, but it has nothing to do with this. 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. About four years ago, I was working a 12-hour overnight shift in a taxi office. The office was a port-a-cabin in the car park of a bowling alley slash cinema, which is in the middle of an industrial estate. There's also a bar and restaurant in the building,

and it's very busy up until about midnight. Once the place closed and everyone left, I was the only person around for a few hundred meters in every direction. It was probably about 4 a.m. or so, and the lines were really quiet. I'd been sitting, watching videos on YouTube for hours, when out of nowhere I hear a loud and clear in my right ear from slightly behind me, a voice saying, ping.

It kind of sounded like the notification sound on the messenger app, but the person really emphasized every letter of the word. The voice sounded like it was trying to freak me out. My heart jumped, and I turned around and was like, what the hell? About to attack the person who had snuck up on me. There was no one there. I was in a locked port-a-cabin.

The door was in front of me, and there was no way someone shouted it from outside. It sounded like someone put their mouth right up to my ear. I even looked out the window to check to see if someone was there, even though I knew it didn't make sense. I thought about the possibility of it being an auditory hallucination, but apparently, if it was, it would have come from inside my head, rather than from a specific location around me. I was at work, and part of my job tasks being in the kitchen

is assembling food trays, condiments, drinks, silverware, special cups, etc. For a tray line at a rehabilitation, senior medical facility. Long and short-term patients get three meals a day and have meal tickets stating their dietary requirements and what they specifically want regarding the menu options. I was prepping my station for dinner time, and my coworkers told me to grab a condiment that I will need for dinner. I distinctly remember asking myself afterwards why we would need it,

and then looking at the meal ticket and seeing why. I even physically said out loud to myself. Oh, that's why. I dispensed a good amount while prepping trays, before I was told I didn't need to be supplying them, and that the chef doing their plates would. I said that my coworker had told me to, where I received the response, you had to have been talking to someone else because I didn't say anything about it. I don't understand how I could have known prior that condiment was even unlawful,

on the meal ticket before I looked at them. If my co-worker hadn't said, or not said to me something about it, looking straight at me, I wouldn't have done what I did. The only thing that assures me I'm not delusional about the situation is that I had spoken out loud to myself about the use of the condiment shortly after my coworker talked to me. It all just feels like a trip. So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast.

I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. If you did, and would like to listen to more of this, you can always check out the other episodes of the podcast, or support the channel further by actually going to my YouTube channel and checking out my videos. Just go to YouTube and search As the Raven Dreams. You can also go to Ashther Raven Dreams.com for lots of other good stuff. ways to get early access, read stories that I've written, submit your own story, and things like that. All that said, friends, thank you very much for listening.

I do hope to see you in two weeks on the next Glitch in the Matrix episode, but until then, sleep well.