As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 053 - 16 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: August 30, 2023

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are doing so. And thank you. Hey, Raven. I have a glitch that I wanted to share with you that happened to me here only a couple of months ago, and it was seriously creepy to me, so hopefully you enjoy it. This happened on a family vacation slash road trip a few months ago. This was our first trip since COVID started, and we were all very eager to escape the monotony of quarantine. We planned a weekend getaway, and I remember that all of us were super eager to get out and have a great time.

The first day of the trip was pretty normal. A lot of fun times, a lot of fun memories between all of us. I guess I should mention that there was four of us, myself, 16 and female, my mom and dad, and then my younger sister who was nine. It was a pretty long day, though. So the hotel that my parents had booked was a welcoming warmth that made us feel right at home. Now, for this story to make sense, I kind of have to explain how the hotel room was set up. The room was painted a nice pastel blue.

It was a really spacious and inviting room. It had two beds that had really pretty dark blue covers. It was a large enough room to have a couch that was also blue, off to the side facing the television. In the bathroom, there was this really large, ornate mirror. Like it had a really pretty and fancy-looking frame that it was around it. I remember looking at that mirror and thinking about how nice it was. And lastly, there was a TV mounted to the wall, above the desk that was in the room that was decently sized.

After settling in, I pulled out my Nintendo's switch, and I laid out on the couch to play some Animal Crossing. My sister was laying in our bed that we were supposed to share, and my parents were in the other bed. It was like ten, and they were all super tired, as was I, but I needed to take care of my island first. Yes, I have a problem. I got a little too involved in the game and started to doze off.

myself. Thankfully, I was awake enough to save my game, and after that, I literally passed out hard on the couch. This is where things go from this nice vacation evening to honestly terrifying. When I woke up, I felt disoriented and confused, and not the normal disorientation that happens when you wake up in a hotel room. When I opened my eyes, The first thing I saw was my sister in front of me. Not like standing in front of me, but lying on the bed. Because I was somehow in the bed. I thought, okay, maybe I got up in the middle of the night and got into bed and just don't remember.

Maybe I sleepwalked or something. Weird, but not horribly alarming. Then it started to get to. get alarming. When I finally got my eyes fully opened and was cognizant, I noticed that the blankets on the bed were no longer a nice blue. They were an ugly cream color. I tried to shake this off again, as maybe I just mistook what I saw. I was pretty certain that wasn't the case, but I had to just tell myself that and move on. I stood up, and I started walking towards the bathroom. When I noticed that, where the couch was...

couch was, was now a single black recliner. I paused and stared at this chair for several moments, trying to think back to the night before. I know for a fact I was lying on the couch, but yet now there was no couch, just this black chair. And sitting right there in the chair was my Nintendo Switch. I looked to the wall opposite the chair and there was a TV there, but it was no longer mounted. It was just sitting on top of a dresser. The desk was also gone. The last thing I noticed when I glanced over was the fact that the walls were no longer that inviting pastel blue.

It was that cheap apartment tan color. This was the point where I started to have a mini panic attack. I could shrug off waking in the bed and nod on the couch. I could move past the color of the blankets being different, but a whole couch just not existing? That was too much for me. I sped up and ran into the bathroom to splash my face with water, to try to keep myself calm. I did so just staring down at the sink and breathing, telling myself it was going to be okay. Then I reached over to grab a towel and went to dry my face off, which is when I looked up at the mirror. That really nicely framed, ornate, decorated mirror was gone. And in its place was one of those flat affixed to the wall with little clips, mirror slabs.

The kind that are just a thin piece of glass and lay flat against the wall. I felt a painful chill run down my spine, as I tried to make sense of what the hell I was seeing. Was I dreaming? Hallucinating? As cliche as it is, I actually pinched myself on the arm to see if I was dreaming. But it hurt, and reality didn't change. I actually stuck my head out and called out to my mom,

and I asked her if she remembered the mirror in the bathroom. And she laughed and was like, The mirror? What about it? It's a mirror. I mentioned the nice, frame that was on it and she just said, No, it was just one of those cheap hotel mirrors.

I then mentioned the couch, and she said, you mean the chair? What about it? Neither her nor my dad or sister recalled anything about the room from the night before. None of them thought the room

looked any different. After a bit of me trying to say, Hey, Kais, the room changed, I let it go. because none of them seemed to notice anything amiss. I just ate my breakfast in silence and packed up my stuff, ready to get out of this place. One last thing to note, I can perfectly visualize the original room. The blue walls, the blue blankets, the blue couch, the mounted TV, as well as that ornate mirror.

I remember it all very vividly, and I was able to actually confirm that they used to be able to did have a room that looked like that. We just didn't stay there. When we got back, I googled the hotel, and I checked out their website, and the demo room on the page was the exact room that I remembered. But it only had one bed. I showed my mom the picture of the bathroom and mentioned the mirror. She said it was nice, but that the hotel room we stayed in looked nothing like that.

From what I found out on the website, this is what they are remodeling all the rooms to look like. Basically, they're upgrading things and making them look nicer. We had apparently stayed in a room that hadn't yet been updated. So, that's my weird story. It was really strange to me that the room does exist. That the hotel does have rooms that look like that. but it wasn't one that we stayed in. Why can I remember being in that room that we apparently were never in?

The room will look like that in the future, as they are upgrading their rooms to be that style. So did I shift to a timeline where that hasn't happened yet? I honestly have no explanation for this, and any thoughts would be more than welcomed. This happened during a fairly typical... work week and honestly is an incredibly subtle but kind of creepy glitch for me i had a routine whenever i worked in the office every night before work i would prepare my lunch so that i didn't have to do it in the morning every night during the week my girlfriend would head to bed and i would head to the kitchen to get my lunch put together and then would also go to bed on this particular night i made a turn

turkey and cheese sandwich. I grabbed a small bag of chips from the cupboard, and then grabbed the last apple that we had that was sitting in the bowl. On this night, however, I wanted to go ahead and slice up the apple, because I'm not too privy on the skins. So I grabbed the cutting board, sliced it up, and cut off all the apple skins. I then tossed the slices into a Ziploc. Then I went to bed.

where my girlfriend was already half asleep. The next day was normal, completely uneventful in the first half, filled with the usual hustle and bustle of work. When lunchtime came around, I locked my machine, grabbed my lunchbox from my desk drawer, and walked upstairs to the lunchroom, just to get away from my desk for a while.

I went over to the same corner table that I liked to sit at, stared at my phone for a few minutes, a few minutes before finally opening my box to eat my sandwich. I pulled out the sandwich, the chips, and then when I went to grab the apple, I paused. Something was off. I stared for a second, and my heart skipped a beat when it slowly clicked in my head. Instead of my carefully prepared sliced apple wedges that I had meticulously prepared the night before, sitting there in my box was a whole, uncut apple.

Same type, same color, but whole. I blinked for a second, thinking that either my eyes were playing tricks on me, or I was losing it. But no, there it was. A whole untouched apple, as if mocking my confusion. It was just one of those things that happened. that you can see in front of you but doesn't make any sense. At first I thought that maybe my girlfriend was messing with me. Maybe she'd swapped it out.

And I texted her asking if she had, but again it clicked that the apple I cut up was the last one in the bowl. When we buy apples, we buy small bags, and we put them in the fruit bowl in the kitchen. So it wasn't like there was another apple somewhere else, that she could have swapped it with. Plus, when she texted me back, she said that she had no idea what I was talking about.

Honestly, I don't see any reason as to why she would lie about it. If it were a prank, she would have owned up to it. Because otherwise, what was the payoff? To this day, I seriously cannot explain how or why this happened. I have expected to find a bag of a bag of a house. apple slices somewhere in the fridge or on my desk or something, but never did. I also checked the trash can in the kitchen when I got home from work, because logically, it would be filled with apple peels, right? It wasn't. There wasn't a single apple peel in the can,

so it was as if I had never sliced or peeled the apple. The only other logical explanation would be that Someone at my work swapped the apples out. But to do that, they would have had to have waited for me to walk away from my desk, gotten into my drawer, opened my lunch bag, and swapped out the apple, and then put it all back without anyone else noticing them. Plus, this would require them to know that I had brought sliced apples instead of a whole one. And it's not like I went around bragging that I had cut up an apple last night. night. Honestly, it's these small and inexplicable moments that remind me that there is more

to our reality than meets the eyes. If nothing else, it's enough to keep you wondering what it is that's out there that is playing these little tricks on us. Last week, I had something happened to me that I can't quite shake off. I mean, it was a super mundane thing. but it was also incredibly bizarre. I figured I would send it in, and you and your listeners can decide for yourself in the end. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe I'm crazy.

Or maybe it was a glitch. It was a super hot afternoon, and as we do here, I had a major craving for some sweetened iced tea. I had a pitcher in the fridge that was just unsweetened ice tea, so I had to pour. it and add some sugar to sweeten it. But that's no big deal. I poured a big glass, added some sugar, stirred it up all nice, and then added a couple cubes of ice. Not going to lie,

it was a work of art. I grabbed my tea and before I could even take a sip, nature called, probably the pouring of the liquid causing that reaction that we all seemed to have. I went ahead and pulled a coaster from the stack on the coffee table and placed my glass down on it, and dashed off to the restroom. After I did my business, I walked over to the sink and washed my hands, and then started the routine of looking at my face for any imperfections and blemishes. That's when I noticed something strange. There was a mole on my neck that I had never seen before.

It wasn't huge or anything, but it was a mole. it was decently sized, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't there prior. I rubbed it with my finger thinking maybe it was something on my skin or something, but it was definitely there, and definitely a mole. Now, this in and of itself isn't too odd, that happens, right? Like moles can randomly appear in places they never were, I think. I shook off my curiosity, and I left the bathroom thinking it was just a thing that happened. I walked out into my living room and went to grab my iced tea, and to my confusion, it wasn't there on the table. I stared, confused, and a little alarmed that someone may have broken into my house and stolen my tea. Yeah, a weird thing to consider, but it was definitely gone.

I looked around the room at all the possible surfaces where I could have put it, but nope, no, tea. I thought that maybe I had brought it with me into the bathroom, which is something that I would never do, but it clearly was not in the living room. Of course, I checked, but no, no tea there either. Feeling a bit frazzled, I went back to the kitchen thinking maybe I just left it in there and didn't realize it. And sure enough, my cup was on the kitchen counter, but the cup was completely empty and dry, and the pitcher was full to the brim. It was as if I had never poured the glass of tea at all. I just stood there frozen, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Had I imagined pouring the tea? Had my actions somehow been reset or undone? I glanced up at the window and saw my reflection, once again noticing that mole on my neck. And, honestly, a chill went down my spine. This was a really small glitch, but the two things going together like this, within a few minutes, it was kind of creepy for me. Nothing else feels different, and yet I can't shake that feeling that something inexplicable happened in those very brief moments. But again, I don't know.

I don't know what this was. Did something happen while I was in the bathroom? Did I jump timelines or realities or whatever you call it? Everything else is as it always has been, but these two little things were just so weird to me. I have a peculiar experience that I had when I was way younger, and I'm pretty sure that it was a glitch in the Matrix, but I was really young, and this was way before glitches'

were a thing that people discussed. Yes, I was a young kid, about nine years old. But this is a core memory for me because of how weird it was. It was a Friday afternoon in the summer, and I was home with my older sister watching me. My parents both at work. My sister was, quote, watching me, but she wasn't exactly the best babysitter, and she would just stay in her room while I did whatever I wanted.

wanted. So, being nine, I decided that lunch that day was going to be a massive bowl of chocolate ice cream with sprinkles, while sitting out on the back porch. I was living the dream. This was everything for me at that moment. Chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup, sprinkles. I've never been happier since, honestly. Then, my happiness was cut short by my own lack of dexterity. I was lifting a shovel's worth of ice cream to my mouth, when I slipped up, and dumped a huge amount of chocolate ice cream straight on to my t-shirt. And, of course, this would happen on the day where I'm wearing a light blue t-shirt,

one of my favorite shirts. It wasn't just a little bit that hit the shirt. It was a huge, half-melted, glob of chocolate, and it ran all the way down the shirt. So, in other words, I was pretty certain that it was ruined. Panicking, I rushed inside. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and I knew that I was going to be in a ton of trouble. I changed out the shirt, and I put the blue one on my bed trying to better look at the stain, thinking maybe it's not as bad as I thought it was. But no, it was actually worse.

I stared at this massive brown splotch with drip lines all the way to the bottom of the shirt. My favorite shirt at the time was completely ruined. When my mom got home later that day, I approached her with guilt written all over my face. I was sure that she was going to kill me, and I braced myself for the scolding of a lifetime. I told her sheepishly about the shirt and about how I was eating ice cream and how I had stained the shirt. She looked at me concerned and sighed, but then asked, How bad is it? I told her that it was pretty bad.

She shook her head, but just asked me to bring her the shirt so that she said, she could see what she could do. I walked to my room and angrily grabbed the shirt off of my bed, not wanting to look at it, and then walked out of the room to hand it to her. I handed it to her, and I couldn't bring myself to look at her, but then it got weird. She said,

Where's the stain, Josie? I looked up and said, On the front, it was a really big spot. My mom turned to the shirt. shirt's front to face me, and sure enough, there was no stain on the shirt. I started the fabric unable to really believe what I was seeing. The stain was completely gone. Not faded, not partially removed, just completely gone.

As if it had never even happened. I grabbed the shirt from her examining it closely, my mind swirling. I knew what I had seen. I knew the ice cream had spilled and covered the front of the shirt. But there was no way for me to deny the evidence in front of me. My mom said that I probably just thought that I had dropped some on the shirt but didn't. But I know for a fact that I did. I didn't do anything to clean the shirt,

because back then it didn't occur to me to wet the shirt or anything. So I just dropped it on my bed. Honestly, the chocolate should have set into the fabric. I checked my room to make sure that I hadn't grabbed the wrong shirt, but no. It was the only one on my bed. Obviously, I got over it, but it was still really bizarre to me. Sometimes I'll just think back to that day and try to think of some rational explanation, but I've got nothing.

It was an impossible thing to happen, something that. something that showed me that there are cracks in our reality, because that shirt should have been ruined. But yet, there wasn't even the slightest amount of chocolate ice cream on any of the fabric. I saw a bunch of people mentioning their experiences with glitches in the Matrix, and I don't know if that's what I experienced, but it seems to be on brand with what I've read here. It started a few days ago.

I was sitting on my couch watching TV when I heard a dog barking outside. I glanced over at my living room window and saw a husky running past, followed by a skinny kid. I'm guessing that was the owner running behind him, the leash dragging on the ground. I looked back at the TV to continue watching my show, but then I heard it again. I expected to see the same scene but reversed with the dog running back the way it came, but it was the same as before, from left to right. It had only been a few seconds since I glanced back at the TV. They must have been running in circles, I thought.

I glanced back at the TV confused, and it happened again. The same dog barking, running from left to right, the same kid running after him. It was like I was in some kind of time loop, but watching it from the outside looking in. This went on for about five, ten minutes, confused as hell. I tried to ignore it, and then I noticed that my TV was repeating the same short scene every few seconds or so, like I had just kept hitting the rewind button on the remote. It was almost 3.40 by this point, which was also odd,

once I started thinking about it. I had been watching the show for about half an hour. The show started at 315, but the clock said it was 333. I watched the clock for another minute or two, and it never moved. I swear I stared at it for ten minutes. The dog was still barking outside. Nothing. It never switched over to 3.34.

At this point, I'm freaked out. I checked my phone. Sure enough, 333. All of the clocks visible to me read 333, no matter what time it actually was, which at that moment, I had no idea what time it really was. I decided to call my girlfriend while she was at work to see if she was experiencing the same thing. But when she picked up after only one ring, she kept repeating the same hey in the same tone over and over again. Not knowing what to do, I freaked out and hung up. I threw my phone across the room and it hit the wall hard.

After a few seconds, the show finally pressed on. After seeing that same car crash 40,000 times. Or at least that's what it felt like. And after a few more seconds, there was no barking. I glanced out the window and it was finally starting to get dark. I got up and walked over to the other side of the room to get my phone. Luckily, it wasn't cracked. I called my girlfriend again, and she answered after a few rings.

She was back to normal as well. I asked if she felt off at all, and she said that she didn't know what I was referring to. I just said that I loved her and then hung up. That, like I said, was a few days ago. And for those few days, everything was best. back to normal. Or at least I thought it was. I don't know what happened, but when I woke up this morning, I felt like I'd been in bed for days. I was sore, and my girlfriend, even though it was her day off, turned out to be at work. She said that I knew it was Thursday and that she always

works the mornings on Thursdays. I fell asleep on Monday night. I decided to check the indoor ring camera that I have set up in the bedroom. just in case someone tries to rob the place. Or maybe I had this desire to catch an occasional ghost on camera. I don't know. But as I'm skimming through the footage, I noticed that at exactly 3.33am, the camera glitches. And after a few seconds, it does it again.

Playing the same five seconds on loop. The player still let me scrub through as if time was passing, and I held down the forward button, and I watched as the loop just went on for what seemed like days. Did I really sleep for three whole days? What the hell is happening? I spent that day paranoid, hoping that when 3.33 p.m. rolled around,

that I wasn't stuck on some endless loop. But it came and went. I dreaded that night as well, so I actually stayed up until 3.33 in the morning to see if it would happen again, but time just went on. like it always had. Fast forward to right now as I'm writing this,

and there hasn't been as much as a hiccup. I have no clue what could have happened, but everything from this sub makes me think that I had some kind of weird glitch in the Matrix experience. This happened a while back, sometime during the summer of 2021. I always thought this event was pretty weird, but only skimming through this subreddit a bit

it made me realize how much of a glitch it was. So, at the time of this event, I was living in Vienna in a student dormitory. It was getting time for me to renew my prescription for my eyeglasses, so I looked around for a place to do that. Turns out, there's one optical store just around the corner from me. I made an appointment and went in for an eye exam. I showed up and said hello. The guy at the front desk seemed very confused that I would be there,

even though we had talked on the phone about me coming. And that was only the day before. Whatever, I thought. The actual exam took place in a back room, and the doctor examining me was this short, stocky gentleman, with a distinct, farcey accent. I know because I have a lot of Persian friends since childhood. I pick up on that sound intuitively at this point.

Everything goes well. I get my prescription, or I don't? Only at the very end do I realize that doctor never gave me the paper slip with my numbers on them. I tried noting them down from memory since he clearly showed me everything on his computer monitor, but I wanted to make sure. So, I walked into the same place the next morning to end. ask for a copy. I walk in, and this time it's a much older, taller guy at the front desk who answers me.

I give him my name and tell him what happened, and he types away at his computer for maybe a solid minute. I thought, well, that's a bit long, considering I didn't ask him to do anything special, but whatever. Then he calls someone else from the back. They whisper to each other. They stare at the monitor for every. another minute. I almost felt like they were suspecting me of, well, something. By the way,

they were acting about it all. Uh, well, sir, it seems like you haven't been here before. Excuse me? You have not been a customer of ours according to our database. Well, obviously there's a mistake. Just let me talk to the doctor who examined me yesterday. He will know what I need. I was very confused at this point, but, oh well, maybe the new old guy at the front desk had simply messed up. There's no way the doctor wouldn't recognize me. I was even wearing the same color shirt as the day before. The old guy by the entrance was so kind and strangely official in asking all the stores ODs to come and line up for me for a second. There weren't that many, of course.

It was a small store, maybe five people. And my guy, the short, bronze-skinned guy with the Farsi accent, was so obviously not among them. It was all tall, younger-looking white Austrian doctors with Viennese accents. I was really confused. I asked the guy from the front desk what was going on, if the doctor I had just seen had just spontaneously decided to take a day off. He typed away for a moment, and then just bluntly told me, no.

I have no idea if that was no, he didn't, or no, he doesn't exist. I was feeling totally weirded out by this interaction. So I just jumped ahead and asked if I could resolve this confusion by just redoing my eye exam here. With the very fake smile, he leaned over to me and said, my apologies, but at the moment, we're fully booked. and we can't take on new appointments for such things. I suggest you try one of our other locations. Now, I know that this was not true,

because the younger guy that I had been talking on the phone with told me, and showed me via their website, that appointments for eye exams, there are only a courtesy thing. They have a company policy that they're always free, and there's like 50 time slots available for each day, so they basically never fill up. On the day that I came,

I was free to choose any time from, I think, 10.15 in the morning to 3.30 in the afternoon, or something like that. So that they would be suddenly fully booked is a bit silly. I felt like telling that to this guy, but I wasn't in the mood for an argument. I could tell that they were about to shoe me out for reasons that I couldn't grasp, so I just left. I still think about this from time to time,

and it keeps feeling weirder every time. I know it's not nearly as out there as some of the other experiences that others have shared here, but it's mine, and I thought it was still pretty interesting. This happened three days ago, and I'm still bothered by it. So I had used my AirPods on a walk,

and upon returning home, I put them on the charger in my kitchen. Later, while making dinner, I disconnected my AirPods to plug in my iPad, leaving my AirPods on the kitchen counter. After dinner, I was putting laundry away in my walk-in closet with my infant, not yet walking, sitting on the floor playing. Note, she never left my side. I noticed that the bottom drawer of our filing cabinet was a jar, which I hardly go into, and my AirPods case was sitting on the bottom of the drawer.

I rushed to the kitchen where I remember leaving my AirPods, and they're not there. I don't remember going into my bedroom at all until I started putting away laundry. I rack my brain trying to explain how my AirPods could have made their way into a drawer that I seldom go into without me remembering putting them there. Even more strange, when I opened the case, my left air pod is missing. I had just had both of them about an hour prior when they were on my charger. How could I suddenly be missing one? I start tearing apart the cabinet, but I cannot find the air pod anywhere.

I put the baby to bed, and I try to find the missing airpod using FindMy, but it won't connect. I try multiple troubleshooting tips but cannot connect to the missing air pod, only the one that I have. I gave up my search after about an hour, and I tried to relax with TV before bed. I still cannot figure out how my AirPods made it into the cabinet from the kitchen, and how did I lose one. I start wondering if the baby may have gotten a hold of it. Did she swallow it? but she was sitting right next to me the whole time and she was never in that drawer

and I never saw her with an air pod but where could it be so I decided to go to bed I walk into my room to my side of the bed and there in the middle of the floor in front of my nightstand is my missing left air pod now I had not set foot in that part of the room since I had gotten up for the day

that morning. The baby had not been in that part of the room either. No one was in that part of my bedroom all day, including myself. This part of the room is a good 20 feet away from the filing cabinet in my closet, with a large bed in between. How on earth did my AirPod get there? And sure enough, I can now connect FindMy to the missing left AirPods, where before I couldn't. I try shaking the AirPods case upside down to see if the AirPods can fall out somehow, but they're held in magnetically. I have no explanation for this. This happened around early July of this year.

It took me a while to submit this story because I was afraid that it may seem unbelievable, But then again, I'm sure Raven has read a lot of crazy stuff. I absolutely have. So let's get right into it. I deliver for Uber Eats and DoorDash for my job. On this day, I started off my day with an Uber Eats order for a small local coffee shop around 10 a.m. I get to the coffee shop and no one is in line ahead of me. The inside of the store, including the floor,

is clean and normal. I show the shop worker, barista, the order on my phone. She has the drinks ready on the side and takes a couple of minutes to bag up the food items. By now, a few more customers had come into the coffee shop, and there was three people lined up behind me. As the barista gave me the bag with the food and drink for my order,

and I was about to walk away, a FedEx driver who was lined up behind me tapped me on the shoulder, very hard. He pointed to the ground where I was standing right in front of the counter, and there was a pile of cash scattered on the floor. I'm 100% certain that it was not there when I came in. There was nothing on the floor. Initially, I thought,

okay, maybe a few bills could have slipped out of my pocket as I took out my phone to show the barista my order. So, I go to quickly pick up the cash, which was a few 20s, tens, fives, and ones, all totaling $204. It was quite a few bills, so it took me a while to get it picked up. As I'm gathering it all, I realized that I could not have left the house with this much cash. In the couple of minutes it took me to gather all the bills, I could feel everyone in the store watching me, but no one said a word. I just say, I'm sorry, I'm a mess today, as I leave to deliver my order.

I quickly go drop off the order, and then I'm trying to process what just happened. If the cash belonged to a customer behind me, they would have certainly said something in the few minutes it took for me to pick it all up. It definitely wasn't the FedEx driver's money, unless he wanted to blow to blow. 200 bucks to play a weird prank on me, and then never let me know about it. The coffee shop opens at 8 a.m., so they couldn't have made that much in tips in that time frame. Had it been the contents of their tip jar or their cash on hand in the register, they certainly would have said something while I was picking it up.

This coffee shop is right next to a credit union, but I don't know how cash they have in their secure holding could end up at my feet. About three weeks pass before I get another order for this specific coffee shop. I'm a bit nervous going in, worrying that someone might say, Hey, that's the guy that took the money. However, there was nothing like that. They quietly handed me my order. As I was leaving, I kept checking the floor several times.

But no pile of cash this time. This all started about two weeks ago. Well, at least, that's when I noticed it. I actually have no idea how long it's actually been going on. Could be years, or could be my entire life. Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. I noticed something off about my surroundings a couple weeks back. It was really slight, but I caught it just before it fixed itself.

The sun was setting soon and the light was hitting the stuff in my house, from the view of the big living room bay window. As the shadows were cast across the ground, I noticed one of them, particularly my house plant, was off by just an inch or so. And I don't mean to the left or right, I mean from the starting point of the base of the plant pot. There was a gap between where the shadow started, and the bottom. bottom of the plant pot itself. In between the gap was the room's normal glow from the house lamp. But like a figure out of the corner of my eye, as soon as I saw it, it was gone. But it was just long enough to throw me off. It wasn't enough to stop me in my tracks and start investigating, not yet anyway. So I continued my work on my laptop and went about the rest of the night. I was

woke up the next morning, got up, and went to go take a shower. We have two bathrooms, each with one window that faces the door and is inside the shadow. It's blurred at the bottom so no one can peek in, but it still has enough at the top for proper light to come through. As I finish my shadow and pull the curtain back to step out, I see my shadow being cast on the ground, and I thought about the previous night. It caused me to look closely again at the shadow. I noticed that my shadow was slightly askew, a little too far to the right. I lifted my hand up to test it, and sure enough, the shadow didn't seem to line up.

In fact, it was slightly above where it should be, along with being too far to the right. But again, just as I blinked it. and noticed it properly, it was fixed. This time I was freaking out. I got to properly test my confusion and was met with even more confusing results. After that, I noticed it everywhere. Cars, buses, food, other people. Not everything, but at least one thing with the shadow in my view every so often would be off.

The shower was the only time that I got to. to interact with phenomena. After that, it was just when I glanced and focused on it quickly, and then it would fix itself right then and there. It felt like a video game, how sometimes they'll only render the proper details of the world around you when it's looking to save resources. It never derailed my life, it was just shadows, whatever it was.

I could deal with it. Until I brought it up to my friend Dave, who said he noticed the exact same thing around lately. It's like whatever the world runs off of is running out of it, and fast. Me and Dave decided to search the internet for any ideas as to what could be going on. The only thing that kept popping up is simulation theory. The theory is basically this. Some people seem to think that instead of there being a god or lack thereof,

that we are actually all in a simulation, based on some computer somewhere, like the movie The Matrix. We spent hours just looking into it. The more we read, the more we thought that it was true. That was, until I woke up the next morning, and not a single shadow was out of place. Then, throughout the day, nothing. Everything was so normal that it freaked me out more than the messed up shadows. It was so jarring to see it all return to the way that it was. It was like something noticed that I figured out something was off, and then quickly corrected it.

When I asked David lunch that day if it fixed for him, he seemed to have no clue as to what I was talking about. Weeks have gone by, and I still find myself looking around for one messed up shadow, and to this day nothing. It's worse than knowing something was wrong because now it's all back to normal and I have no proof of anything being out of the ordinary. It drives me crazy to be honest. I'm posting this here to see if anyone else has experienced offshadows of their everyday wearers and experiences, or even just anything similar that might help me think that I'm not going crazy. I started listening to these glitch in the Matrix stories, and it made me remember something from my childhood that I'd almost forgotten about.

I was about 13 and would ride my bike up and down various streets in my neighborhood. One street that I would often ride on was a small dead-end road. There were several houses on it, and a small parking lot that belonged to an equally small factory that was across the street from it. The factory was closed down, So there were no cars in the parking lot. I used to ride to that street and circle around in the parking area before going back towards home. One day, I was circling in the lot, and I heard someone call my name.

I don't have a very common name, so it had to be me they were calling, and not someone else. I stopped my bike and turned to see a girl about the same age as me. She excitedly called my name again and told me her name, asking if I remembered her. I could only look at her confused because I didn't know who this person was. She asked if I didn't remember her and I said no. She proceeded to tell me that we went to grade school together, told me what school and what grade we had been in together. She told me things that we used to do together and all the fun that we used to have. and I could do nothing but stand and stare at her because nothing, absolutely nothing, rang a bell in my head.

The school we'd both gone to was correct, and I remembered the teacher she mentioned, but I could recall nothing of the things that she said we had done together. I'll be the first person to admit that I'm terrible at remembering names at times, but I should have remembered her face, if nothing else. and she did not look familiar at all. I felt bad as she kept talking about things that we had done while I stood there, hoping something would click in my brain. And I would just suddenly go,

oh yeah, I remember, but nothing ever did. Finally, I just said sorry, but I just didn't remember any of it. And she seemed rather defeated. With nothing else to do, I just turned around and biked back home. For several years, I often revisited that memory and would try to remember the things that she said we did together, but my mind was always blank. Then, as I got older, the memory faded. But it remained somewhere in the back of my mind and was then brought back when I started listening to other glitch stories. Was this girl possibly from an alternate reality?

In some other world, had we been good friends, but... here I just didn't know her at all. I never saw her again after that, although that could simply be because I wasn't looking for her when I rode my bike down that road. And if she saw me, she probably would not have called out to me again. Why bother if I didn't remember her after all? But now, I wonder.

Did I totally blank out of my memory someone I had apparently been good friends with? Despite having memories of other kids from that same, same time frame and even younger, and even many years later I can still recall? Or did I experience a glitch in the Matrix before it was even a thing? As the title says, I somehow split into two. This happened at my mom's house. I was around 16 at the time, as were my friends.

I was hanging out with a couple of my friends in the computer room of my mom's house, around 2006-ish. None of my friends had consistent, unsupervised internet access, so we would sit in the room with my mom's PC at all hours doing whatever a bunch of nerdy teenage anime video game fan girls would do. The door next to the computer led to two rooms. Directly across was my mom's room, she wasn't home, and right around the corner was the bathroom.

It wasn't a hallway, but more like a section of doors with the dining room next to it. And then the door to the kitchen at the left of the dining room and an open living room to the right. The three of us were sitting at the computer desk, two in chairs and one sitting on the floor. I got up to use the bathroom, leaving both of my friends sitting in the chairs with the door fully in view. When I was leaving the bathroom, I was about to go back into the computer room, but I also wanted to go to the kitchen to grab a snack for us. As I exited the door, it was like I made both decisions at the same time. I felt tired all of a sudden, and I had tunnel vision with like a visual snow effect. I remember turning towards the door, but at the same time walking through the dining room.

I'm not sure how to explain it, but my vision split, seeing both directions when I moved. Then the visual snow got heavier for a moment, and when I snapped out of it, I was standing in the kitchen holding the house phone, as if I was going to call someone. There isn't a single person that I would be calling around midnight. I shook my head and rubbed my eyes while I put the phone back down. As I walked back into the room that my friends were in, they asked what the hell that was, and how I did it. They saw me standing in the doorway for several minutes. No expression on my face. They didn't acknowledge me at first, and then eventually asked if I'm okay.

I continued to silently stare at them. My friend said that it looked like me, but not at the same time. I was taller and my clothes were slightly different. This entity turned around and walked away, around the corner, and I walked in passing through it or something. The lights were off in the dining room, so it appeared like I went around the corner, and then immediately came back in the doorway.

Somehow, I was standing in the doorway staring down my friends, and, at the same time in the kitchen, holding the house phone for no reason that I can fathom. I guess I tried to do both things I was considering when leaving the bathroom, but ended up standing around like an NPC in both situations. I did forget to grab a snack for us, though. We all ended up going to my bedroom in the converted attic. The door to it was at the back of the computer room

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sometimes she changes her mind. She said that she wanted strawberry milk, so I said sure, as long as she brushed her teeth after. I sat her on the counter and we put the powder in the milk, and popped it into the microwave for about 45 seconds. It went off, I grabbed it, shook it up, and then I picked her up and proceeded to walk towards their bedroom, making sure to grab a diaper to change her before she went to sleep for the night. But when I got to the room, the milk was gone. I had it, and her in my hand, when I grabbed the diaper because I had spilled a little bending down to get it. I go back by the diapers thinking, okay, maybe I left it when I spilled it down my arm a bit.

Nope, not there. I look in the room to see if maybe she grabbed it, but she was just sitting there. So I go back into the kitchen, and it's still there in the microwave unmixed. It freaked me out because I knew that I picked her up after we mixed it. it even spilled down my arms, so how did it end up back in the microwave? I have zero explanation for this. Maybe I was just tired, I don't know, but the only thing I could think of was the milk glitches. But let me know what you guys all think.

I work in a warehouse, and one of my jobs is to shrink-wrap skids of electronics using a machine with a turntable. The machine is used by just one other person besides me, and it's in a remote part of the warehouse that is seldom visited. This is an important detail to remember. There's a platform next to the machine where a box cutter and a pair of scissors rest, which are used to cut the shrink-wrapped after the skids are wrapped. One day, I had several skids to shrink-wrap, so throughout the morning I would arrive at the machine with a skid, wrap it up, and then use the scissors to cut it. But later in the day, after wrapping up another skid, I looked on the platform and only saw the box cutter.

The scissors were gone. At first I was annoyed because I preferred using the scissors. But after using the box cutter, I began to wonder what exactly happened to the scissors. I figured I must have absent-mindedly taken them back with me the last time I was there. So, back I went to my work area with my wrapped skid, and no sooner do I get there do I completely forget to look for the scissors. Anyhow, about half an hour later, I returned to the machine with a new skid to wrap. And, when I glanced at the platform, there were the scissors, right there in their usual place. I began to wonder what happened because I was quite certain that I hadn't put them there,

I considered the possibility of someone who needed the scissors took them away and later returned, all when I wasn't there. However, this really didn't add up. As I said before, this area was rarely visited by anybody, meaning few, if any, people would even know the scissors were there. And even if someone who had seen them before was in need of a pair, Logic argued that he or she wouldn't have even thought about that pair. Instead, it would make more sense to visit one of the multiple office areas in the warehouse to get one. So, I can't be 100% certain if any glitch took place. However, believe it or not, it seems to be the more likely explanation. To begin with, the story is real, and I'm 100% sure that it did happen.

I wasn't dreaming or in a daze. For context, I work at a petrol station in the UK as a member of staff for the night shift on this particular late Saturday night. So on with the story. The shift started off all the same as they did previously, quiet and extremely cold, when an old woman came into the shop. I thought to myself, that was a little bit odd, considering it was just about to turn midnight, and we don't get many elderly people turning up at this time of night in all of my years working there. But I shrugged it off thinking that she probably ran out of milk or something. I started to check the stock when I saw her pick up a small basket

and make her way through the crisps and sweets aisle. I thought, oh, she probably fancies some snacks, when all of the sudden she disappears. I kid you not, she vanished into literal thin air, and the shop went even more cold and eerie than it was before she even arrived. I decided to look around the shop, in between aisles, to see if she was looking at another section, but she was gone. I went back to the cashier desk when I see a single bag of crisps fall on the floor.

The hairs in the back of my neck stood up, and I had this cold. shiver run down my spine. I went to go and pick them up, and when I went to put them back on the shelf that they fell off of, the whole entire shelf was empty. I was an absolute shock. I blinked really hard to see if I was seeing this correctly. How on earth did everything vanish? I said aloud.

I seriously started to become freaked out, so I went outside to see if it was some sort of like teens messing around, but it was as silent as ever. In the distance, I saw that same elderly lady as she stood there with literal black eyes, and it gave me the most spine-tingling wave I have ever had. And since that day, I have never felt the same. I'm writing this as soon as possible, so I don't forget any details. But, anyways, I'm a teenager and me and my family always either do our own thing or hang out.

No in betweens. I was in my room hiding my snacks under my bed when I see my dog. He's a large husky, so he can't go unnoticed or be missed when he walks into a room. I saw him, and I said, Hi, baby boy. As I lift my hand to pet him, he ran away like he was... scared. I love my dogs, so I ran after him so that I could calm him down. I assumed that he went into the living room, and when I enter I see my mom petting him, laying on the couch. I ask my mom, how long has he been there? She replied, a few minutes? Why? I started freaking out, as I asked my mom if he ran in here and she said, no, I got out of the shower a few minutes. A few minutes ago when we've been watching TV.

Is something wrong? I tell my mom what happened, and we can't explain it. I swear that I saw my dog, and I don't suffer from any mental illnesses. This story can really only be explained as a glitch in the Matrix. Hey, Raven. Just thought I would send you the first glitch that made me think there was more to this all than it appeared to be. I've experienced glitches my entire life. The first one I can recall was when I was less than 10 years old.

I relived a dream where everything happened, exactly the way that I dreamed it. This wasn't the last time that kind of glitch happened to me either. I've also dropped more things than I can remember that have disappeared before they even hit the ground. To me, this is just normal, and somewhat annoying. give me my stuff back The story is more significant to me than any of those

Because it hints that maybe we have more control over the glitches than we may think I used to collect comic book related trading cards back in the 90s Any extra I would give to my friend who is now my roommate One day when I went to visit him He said that he lost the three very rare hologram cards that I had given him the day before He said he left them on the back part of the couch, and they disappeared. Of course, I asked if he checked behind the couch. He said that he pulled the couch completely away from the wall and just nothing.

They just vanished. I told him that the cards are there now and to look again. I simply believed, without a doubt in my mind, that they would be there. It took a little convincing, but he looked, and there they were. To this day, he thinks that I brought them back. I later become his roommate in that place and had a rare Japanese trading card disappear when it fell between my bed and the wall.

Even when we were moving out, it was nowhere to be found. I wish remanifesting would work on that card also. That was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories. On, the Ashrie. 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 Astherraven Dreams.com, or lots of other good stuff. Ways to get early access, read stories that I've written, and 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.