As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 069 - 19 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: May 2, 2024

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This happened to me years ago, and it messed with my mind. None of it made sense. I was working for a company where I did deliveries. We had clients that were mostly in the city that I was. worked in, with a few that were a few hours drive from the shop. One drive in particular was a 200-mile drive one way. They were our largest account for a long time, and it more than paid off for the time and fuel used to get up there and back. This was a trip that I did all in one day, so 400-mile round-trip. This may seem like a useless detail to put here, but it will provide context for the rest

of the story. The first few times running this delivery was pretty daunting. It was a full day event. Three to four hours up and the same time back, depending on traffic, weather, and other circumstances. It got easier after doing it twice a month for a few months. My body acclimated to it, and it became a drive that I enjoyed doing. The company I worked for was tiny, family-owned and run. excellent people to work for.

They treated their employees as if they were extended family. The most enjoyable part of it was not having anyone around you, needing you to do things, or breathing down your neck. A good 85% of the drive was on an interstate, I-94, to be exact. By the time this experience happened, I had done this drive hundreds of times. I knew the drive and the route very well. I could drive it blindfolded, as the saying goes. One time I was driving this route was a beautiful summer day. Bright blue sky, comfortably warm, and traffic was flowing well.

By this point, I had already been on the interstate for an hour or so. Anyone who has driven interstates for any distance knows that there are a part of interstates where exits, on and off ramps, become pretty sparse with miles in between them. Around this time I passed an on-ramp onto the interstate that I was traveling on. At the time, nothing seemed amiss. I looked in my rear view and noticed a car coming up the on-ramp, and merging behind me. Nothing unusual about that. It happens pretty often.

Just your usual run-of-the-mill car, probably something like a Toyota Camry, that is a dime a dozen with your average Joe behind the wheel. This is where things become weird. A few minutes later, I look in my rear view again and that car is no longer there. I looked to my left side to see if he was in the passing lane to get around me, but he wasn't there either. Nor was he in front of me like he had made the pass without me noticing it. Some might think, well, maybe he got off at the next exit without you noticing.

The thing is, that wasn't possible. This was a stretch of the interstate where entrance ramps and the next exit ramp were miles apart. Not just a few miles, but 15 to 20 miles apart. As to be expected as this part of the interstate went through the middle of nowhere. It didn't pass through or near any cities or towns for there to be exit ramps to get to. And there were no rest stops or wayside that he could have pulled off into either. This car just up and disappeared. While I was thinking about what had happened and where he could have disappeared,

I started to notice that something else was off as well. I couldn't quite put my finger on it at first, just a sense of unease about something that I couldn't articulate to myself. That's when I noticed that the sky had turned a solid, dull gray. Not an overcast gray where there would be clouds or smoke in the air. the air. It was just gray. Like something else had replaced the sky

and the scenery was drab. And that wasn't the only thing. I also noticed that there was no traffic for miles. Not in front of me, not in back, not even on the other side of the interstate. Sure, this would happen

from time to time, especially during times when traffic was light, but that would only last a few minutes at a time at most. This felt like it went on for hours. It was quite unnerving as I had no idea what was going on. I'm a person who is usually a very rational, critical thinker, but there didn't seem to be anything rational about this.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only a few minutes, I suddenly had what I could only describe as feeling like I had blacked out for a split second. If anyone else has experienced this, you know what I'm talking about. It's like suddenly coming too again, or being thrust back into your reality, where your whole body jumps, or lurches and you shake your head and rid yourself of the feeling.

After that momentary lapse in consciousness, everything was back to normal. The sky, the traffic, everything, as if nothing ever happened. I also noticed that I was about an hour closer to my stomach. I got off the next exit and pulled into a convenience store parking lot to gather myself and to let my nerves calm, all the while playing the events back in my head, trying to decide what happened. After my mind and body calmed down, I went into the store, used the

facilities, and got back into the vehicle, then continued the drive. The rest of the day went normally, and that never happened to me again. If anyone has any idea of what the heck happened, I would be interested in hearing it. This glitch happened to my kids and me in 2008. I call it the time that we transported. My kids, teens, slash preteens, and I were on the way to the church one Sunday morning. We were Anglican, a rare denomination in our heart. home state of Utah.

So we had about a 45-minute drive to get there. In Utah, there is a Mormon church on every corner, but Anglican congregation, there's one. To get there, we had to get on southbound I-15 and connect eastbound I-80.

I-15 runs north and south, parallel to the Wasatch Mountain Range, east of Salt Lake City. Well, I-80 is an east-west road going up through Parley's Canyon. In to Park City. That's where our church met, Park City, Utah.

Anyway, the Wasatch are a familiar daily presence in everyone's life, who lives in the area, and I know them quite well. Parley's Canyon is a notch in a lower point of the mountain range. Other parts of the Wasatch have taller granite peaks that are kind of sharp in appearance, but where I needed to go is more rounded,

if that makes sense. The junction of I-15 and I-80, plus one state road, is a jumble of overpasses and underpasses, where the roads cross each other, sort of haphazardly, each taking traffic to different off-ramps and exits. As you enter the Spaghetti Bowl, southbound to get onto I-80, you must be in the three right lanes of I-15. The furthest two lanes must join I-80, and I always get into the furthest right lane possible. because I prefer to stay out of the way of other traffic. When you're in the furthest right lane, it is impossible to remain on I-15. I was in the furthest lane to the right,

so it was physically impossible for us to continue on I-15. So we're moving along, visiting, and maybe listening to some music when I noticed that the mountains directly east are jagged sharp peaks, not a notch in the more rounded canyon area. I say, did I just miss my exit? And my oldest daughter, about age 19, says, Just keep driving, Mom.

But I could see that we were south of the spaghetti bowl. And there were no street signs or exits anywhere. I knew that I was on southbound I-15, south of the junction. But I had no idea what exit. Soon enough, an exit for 90th South appeared. Sandy, a city just south of Salt Lake City. We were approximately five miles past the spaghetti bowl. Of course, we were all talking about what had happened.

How did we miss the exit? When the car was in the lane that cannot continue southbound. Everyone was kind of excited and a little freaked out, trying to think of what we saw before we were transported. Mainly we were all going, did that just happen? And why? We pulled off the freeway and immediately back on to northbound I-15, got to the I-80 junction, and we headed east. As we approached the summit, we came upon a motorcycle that had laid out on the road just a moment before.

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jokingly comments. It must be a glitch in the Matrix. And I always thought that it was just a reference from the Matrix movie, until a few weeks ago when one happened to me. I hope that I can explain this clearly because it involves some back and forth between a couple of lockers at my gym. It's a little confusing. There's a bank of small square lockers near the front door that can be used for a jacket or purse,

instead of going to the locker room and locking everything in a full-sized locker. It's convenient. So when it's cold outs, all the case, occasionally use it for my jacket and car keys. You set your own four-digit combination, so you don't need to bring your own lock. There have been a few times when I locked my stuff up and forgot which one I used. It's a little embarrassing, because then you have to go get someone who works there that has a key to help you figure out where your stuff is.

On the day that this happened, I told myself that I was not going to forget which locker I used. So I picked the one at the very top right. Let's call it locker number six. It was locked, so I decided to use the one directly below it. Let's call that one locker number 12. I put my jacket and keys in 12, locked it up, and went to work out. After my workout, I came back and put my combination into number 12. Open the door and...

What the hell? Someone else's stuff was in that locker. that I had just unlocked with my own combination. It was a pink hoodie. I had worn a black fleece jacket, and, of course, my keys were not in there either. I thought, okay, there's a slim chance that somebody else had chosen

the exact same combination that I had chosen that day. Maybe I really did get number six, and my stuff is really in there, and I'm just losing it. I don't know. So I tried it, using my combination, and I couldn't open it. Baffled, I went and got somebody from the front desk and told her what had happened.

She couldn't explain how someone else's stuff got into my locker, number 12, that I had just unlocked with my combination. She looked at me like I was a weirdo, and said that she would try and unlock the ones around it to help me find my stuff. I told her to try number six, because that's the one I was going to use originally. but I wasn't able to open it with my combination. To use the key to open it, and there was my jacket and keys. I can usually come up with some kind of logical explanation,

even if it's far-fetched, when these weird things happen, but I am completely stumped with this one. So there's this tiny strip mall nearby. I'm not sure if it's technically a strip mall as it's very small. But it's like a row of three businesses, a pizzeria, a laundromats, and a Chinese takeout spot, surrounded by a very small parking lot. It's right off of a main-slash-bizzy road. I had pulled into a parking spot in order to turn around and go the opposite way I came from on the busy road. I had three of my kids with me, the oldest being around 19 at the time, and he was sitting in the front passenger seat.

I was ready to back out of the parking spot, so I looked to the right to check if any cars were coming. And there was this huge truck, like one of those big Mac delivery trucks. I then looked to my left hoping no cars were coming into the parking lot from that way, because it would definitely cause a mini-traffic jam. I didn't see anyone coming from the left, so I immediately looked back to the right, again, and the truck was gone. I looked around thinking maybe it continued on behind me, and I just missed it, as I was turning my head.

But it was nowhere in sight. I looked at my oldest and asked him if he had seen the truck to make sure I wasn't imagining it or something, and he said that he had seen it, and then asked what the heck just happened. I just sat there for a minute in shock and confusion. I realized then that it would have actually been impossible for this truck to be coming around the corner of the building, like it appeared to be doing, because the parking lot is so small and narrow. Even regular pickup trucks and SUVs barely fit, which I know because I've had plenty of vehicle rentals over the years,

and have eaten from those two food spots more times than I can count, as well as used the laundromat regularly at one point, when my washer broke down on me. This was the first time something so obvious just disappeared on me, and there was someone else with me to witness it. This was three to four years ago, but it still randomly pops into my head pretty often. I think because of how shocking it was to experience.

All right, so this is a silly glitch. I just got into Cold Brew and found out here on Reddit, that Trader Joe's used to make an instant cold brew. It's currently not in production, but a few people recommended a good substitute. A few people noted that there were no directions on the jar. I went to Amazon and read the reviews, and quite a number of reviewers said there were no instructions. When I got my jar, I looked all over the label and no instructions.

I looked several times and saw what type of coffee beans it was made, from, but not the ratio of powder to water. Foreshadowing, I mixed way too much coffee. I thought it was weird for them to not have instructions, so I went to the website, and again, no instructions. So, a couple of weeks ago, I'm on the Trader Joe's subreddit and someone mentioned the instant cold brew again. I said that I liked it, but that I wished there were instructions.

Someone said there are, and then told me that the instructions are indeed there. I was like, well, there are tini on mine, and a lot of others have said the same. I thought maybe they had a newer jar or something. Cut to today, I'm leaving for vacation this week, and something told me to grab the jar and put in my purse, because otherwise I'll forget. I get it out of my desk drawer and look at the jar and get it out of my desk drawer and look at the jar, and guess what I see. You guessed it. The instructions. Plain as day. In fact, they were right above the blurb about being Arabicab beans. Those instructions were not there. I looked many times. I'm thinking maybe this is subliminal. Like maybe because I read the instructions

were not there, my mind blocked out the whole thing. And when someone else said they were there, then see the instructions. That, or the multiverse, is having a laugh at my expense. I have never posted to Reddit before, but have checked out stuff here and there, so I hope I'm going about this the right way. Also, I'm not really sure if this belongs in paranormal or not, but it feels more appropriate here on Glitch in the Matrix. Last thing, I have photos of the shirt in question and a photo of how I eventually

found the shirt. Okay, so this sounds like the most random stupid thing ever, and I've put off posting because of such. However, it was such a bizarre and peculiar incident that I finally caved, and here we are. I realize that there will be people who simply write this off, nor scoff, but this is my story. A few years back, I had a random shirt go missing from my closet, only to one day much later, close to half a year later, if memory serves me correct, find it nicely and neatly folded laying on the floor in front of my closet doors. What makes this weird is that I am an extremely orderly person, almost OCD in nature, and I live my life by schedule, routine, in order to the best of my abilities. I do everything a certain way. I know what I have and own, and I know where

everything is in my home. At the time, I lived in apartments. It's outside of my character to misplace something or lose track of most anything. I'm just one of those type of people. I noticed a cheap Walmart V-neck shirt was not hanging in the closet one day while looking for it. Brand was rustic blue, size small, color, burgundy. I don't know if they even still make or sell that.

specific brand anymore. This was odd, because I remembered specifically washing, drying, and hanging it in the closet recently, just like I've always done. But I wrote it off at the time, thinking maybe I left it at my girlfriend's place, an apartment's not far from my own, or that maybe I was tripping out and it was in the dirty laundry. No, it was not in the dirty laundry, and no, it was not at my girlfriend's apartment. I even asked her a few times to double check and actually looked with her together for the shirt.

It was a dumb, cheap shirt that no one would ever care about in a million years. But I liked it because of its versatility. I could throw it on before church, running errands in town, or just wear it casually around my home. Plus, it was really soft and comfortable. I really liked that shirt,

so when it went missing, I noticed. I went to great efforts to find it. Apart from the above-mentioned searching dirty laundry basket and girlfriend's place, I scoured through my apartment looking behind furniture, looking in other rooms, cracks, crevices. I looked literally everywhere. The shirt just vanished.

The apartment complex has a small laundromat for renters to use, and I checked down there thinking I might have left it behind. But no, not there either. Then I thought maybe another renter took the shirt from a dryer. Sadly, the small rural town in which I reside has a drug problem, an addicts rob and steal all the time. My apartment complex had just a few of these characters, but they never really appeared to do anything too crazy.

But I have heard of people getting their laundry stolen. I used to throw in my laundry into either the washers, or dryers and simply walk back to my apartment until they were done, and then come back and fold everything, then walk back and put the clothes away. There was a chance that it got taken by someone at the laundromat while I was not there. That's what I came to believe.

So I finally gave up looking and chalked it up to a loss. But for a while, it laid in the back of my mind and bothered me a fair deal. I eventually forgot about the shirt. got some new ones and moved on. Months went by and I went about my life as usual. Then, one random day out of the blue, I found my long-lost shirt. Coming home from work one day, I was getting ready to get showered and cleaned up. I ventured into my closet to pick out what I'm going to wear after showering.

And right there, on the floor, directly in front of and basically up against my closet with double doors, was my burgundy v-neck shirt, folded nice and neat. Before my very eyes was the shirt that had evaded me for all this time. I was flabbergasted. I just couldn't believe what I was looking at. There it was, after such a long time. And heck, I had even eventually forgotten about it. It had been so long.

All those memories of this shirt going missing and me painstakingly looking for it everywhere. came back to me. I was super confused. A few weird things worth mentioning. The shirt was folded in a way that I simply don't fold my shirts. It was folded like you would see

in a store sitting on shelves. The two sleeves tucked behind and folded with part of the front of the shirt showing. Literally, how you would find it in a store. I fold my shirts with a slight crease down the middle temporarily until I'm able to hang them up.

The shirt was not folded by me. Secondly, there is absolutely no way this shirt could have been laying there the entire time in front of my closet, where I come and stand every single day, without me obviously noticing. Also, I wouldn't have been able to open the closet doors without them catching on the shirt. I was happy to have this cheap shirt back because, like I said, I liked it a lot. It's super comfortable, but this whole situation was extremely odd and felt off. How did this shirt go missing for such a long time, and randomly end up resurfacing months later on the floor folded in a way that I don't fold shirts?

For a timeline and some other items of interest, this happened several years ago at my former residence, again in an apartment complex. I didn't mention previously, but this kind of. complex is right beside the biggest cemetery in town. No, I don't believe this to be paranormal in nature, nor does the cemetery have anything to do with this. I'm a super skeptical person, and usually dismiss any ghost story or things similar. It's not that I'm not open to supernatural things.

I just don't see this being a thing. I can admit that it at least feels like there's a small chance, that there's a paranormal element in this event, but I highly doubt it. That's one of the reasons I opted for here instead of paranormal. I moved to my current residence, small, two-bedroom house, in late 2019, December, to be exact, because it was right before Christmas. The shirt was found earlier that year, close to around spring, because I remember finding the shirt before Easter 2019.

I can't say for sure when the shirt went missing, but I believe it was just before autumn of 2018, because I was still wearing t-shirts. With autumn and winter, like most people, I wear long-sleeved stuff like hoodies and sweaters, so the t-shirts get placed off to the side of the closet until spring. I would have still been wearing t-shirts at the time it disappeared. Easter of 2019 fell on April 21st.

Backtracking into pre-autum 2018, September 22nd, would mean roughly six to seven months with this shirt was absent. Around half a year. That's about the best I can do as far as timeline. Again, I never really considered sharing the story until recently and rejected the idea, only to decide to finally share it. And in conclusion, here are some theories that I've debunked.

One, my girlfriend had it and just put it back one day. Well, my ex-girlfriend now, would never be. do such a thing, and I considered it for a time that she was just pranking me. I quickly wrote this off because it's just not in her nature to do. Plus, why would she? For seven months, she would just let me worry about a cheap shirt, so she could laugh one day when I found it? It doesn't make sense. Also, I specifically looked for the shirt at her place with her, and I left no stone unturned, even checking our vehicles. Two, I simply misplaced. it. This couldn't have happened. Not even close to a possibility. The type of person that I am,

I would have found the shirt early on. And there's no way it was just lying on the floor in front of my closet without me noticing. It's just not a thing that could have happened. Two possible theories. One is a glitch. I don't know. I hear these stories from time to time about strange things happening. Again, I'm very skeptical and close to writing off this theory, but because I just simply don't know. The more likely theory, at least in my mind, is something I'm going to have to share in an update. I apologize. It's pretty involved and takes a very dark and unexpected turn, unfortunately. I just don't have the time today to continue, but I'll post an update sometime on what I suspect happened with a decent percentile of likelihood.

Thank you for taking the time to check this out, as unhinged as it sounds. Also, I welcome and appreciate any help, theories, or insights. Thank you again. I have always awoken recalling two to three dreams that were vivid and realistic. My mother never wanted to hear them. She'd make breakfast for me before school and my dad was already gone to work. My sister would then come sit down at our table and she'd tell me what she dreamed, and the night too would tell her mine.

Mother would say that she never dreamed. But her mother, my grandmother, with whom I often stayed the night, weekends, always dreamed something before waking from sparse sleep. I listened with interest. So, from a very early age, I was very interested in dreams and read many books about them based on psychology and science, not the dream. dictionaries. I learned that the best way to remember your dreams is to immediately write them down while

still in bed, and even bought a light emitting pen and blank book for the dreams. By the time I was out of school, I had read a slew of books regarding theories of the unconscious mind and meanings of dreams. So, fast forward to me at 21 years old. I had a dream of a man named Frank. He had a common last name. but I will admit that here. I did know it, though.

I described his total looks, and even that he'd been a boxer in golden gloves, who boxed in New York, in Madison Square Gardens. I dreamed of many places that we went. We danced at a fabulous place with the coolest music and laughed and had so damned much fun. We talked and talked, and we seemed to have common interests in everything. It was the only time I dreamed where it felt like years passed, and I could recall it all that morning and wrote it all down. Four or so years later, it all happened. My girlfriend from my high school days was taking a drama class as an elective class for her accounting degree, and we were really tight friends.

We wanted to go to a new nightclub downtown. I've never had fear, and I was all in. First, she had to be to her college class drama club play, arsenic and old lace. She said a classmate needed a ride home, and she'd agreed to take him both nights, so after that we'd go to find music. I've always loved to dance and also listen to good live music, as my dad and sister were musicians, and I was always around super good bands practicing, or whatever. She asked which day I wanted to go, April 4th or 5th.

Something in my mind said, choose wisely. It doesn't matter, my friend said, Friday or Saturday. I asked myself which date. April 4th is 4-4, so I chose that. She said okay.

Well, it was important. We took her classmate home after the show and we had the strangest familiarity. And yes, he boxed in Madison Square Gardens and was from Staten Island. And we went that night and danced our legs off. And yes, his name was Frank, last name.

It was the same as the person I dreamt four years prior. I then said in the car, I feel that I know you. And then I said, I know when your birthday is. He said that I couldn't, but I said July 7th, 7.7. He was flabbergasted and said,

What did you do, pick my pocket and see my driver's license in his New York accent? I said that I knew because it's also my birthday. I dreamt all of this. Mr. Skeptical demanded to see my driver's license as he showed his own. We became best of friends that day. Oh, and he also always wrote all of his dreams down for years, and had a massive amount of them. that I got upon his death.

So, good night, Frank. I miss you. This happened a decade ago, but I still can't explain it. I recently shared this experience with my boyfriend after we'd experienced some, maybe paranormal stuff, and figured I would share it to see if anyone knows what this was,

because it doesn't seem paranormal, although it is weird. Maybe about 10 years ago, I was working as a manager at a smallish restaurant chain. I'd been with the company for a while but was fairly new at this location. It was in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, USA, which probably doesn't mean anything to most people. But the two jobs I'd had prior in that town are a little locally famous for being haunted. I've had my share of ghost sightings and weird stuff, but this was different.

The building here was three floors. Bottom was an antique store and half of the restaurant, then second floor was all restaurant. On the third floor was an abandoned ballroom with all glass walls that likely once overlooked a lake behind the property. But a hotel had been built since and blocked the view. Super creepy space, but nobody ever went up there. Might be irrelevant, but that's the property. We had a pretty bad snowstorm this particular day. I'd been shoveling and salting the walkways and went in to start my shift.

I'm walking from the kitchen on the second floor and down a couple of steps to the dining room area, and something hit me. I squeezed my eyes shut, brought my hands up to my face, and fell back a little and yelled out, Come on, guys. In the moment, I thought someone had taken a bucket of rock salt and threw it at me. It felt like thousands of little pieces of something had pelted me on my whole, whole body. I was half expecting it to be a prank, but I opened my eyes after a bit, and it was like pulling my shirt to check for salt or something all in my bra, because I felt it literally everywhere. There was nothing there. Once I realized I was fine and not covered in a pile of salts, or rocks or

whatever, I looked around, and two of the waitresses were just staring at me, like stopped setting tables wide-eyed. Because their perspective was that I had just stopped, put my hands up to my face to shield it, fell back, yelled out, come on, guys, and then started pulling my shirt like I was trying to shake something out of it. They saw me react, but nothing that would have caused the reaction. I'm not sure exactly what that was, or could have been. So I have this favorite bar that I go to every weekend.

It's this alternative goth bar with a game board called Zingang. If you're not familiar, it's basically a bunch of little pucks and two sides of a board, both with rubber bands, that you use to try to fling the pucks to the other person's side. I've gotten very good at this game, and very few people ever beat me, which, yes, is a flex. On Saturday, I followed my tradition of going over to the Zing-Zang table to play a game with two friends tagging along. Please note that, at this point, we had all just been sharing one drink at the house and were barely even tipsy. I saw that the board only had six pucks. The game generally comes with 12 when you buy it, but for as long as I've been going, it's never been the full amount, because, yeah, it's a bar.

things get lost. I've played with ten, but in the last several months it's usually eight, and in the last few weeks it's only been seven. So we usually put one to the side and play with six. On this day, there were only six. And I expressed a little annoyance that the pieces keep disappearing, when I love this game so much. As a joke, I picked up four of the six pieces and said,

Well, now everyone can just play with two. And then I dramatically threw the four pieces down on the board. Somehow, ten pucks came flying out of my hand and scattered along the board, making it a full set of 12. I was utterly baffled and just stared, shocked, and then kept saying, how did that happen? My two friends thought I was doing a magic trick and asked me how until I promised them that I had no idea what was going on, and they could see how truly confused and shocked I was. We all sat there trying to understand for five minutes and then walked away, now creeped out by the board.

I told a few people, but no one believed me. I ended up playing a few games later with randoms, and we had all 12 pieces. One of the people who didn't believe me said that they had at least seen earlier that there were definitely only six, and now there were 12. So what the hell? I have literally never experienced anything like this before. I wasn't on any psychedelics and I wasn't drunk, and two of my friends also saw it. I have no explanation.

In the quiet hum of twilight, I sat behind the wheel of my trusty Chevy Lumina, the dashboard lights casting a warm glow on my hands. The road stretched out before me, an endless ribbon of asphalt leading to death. destinations unknown. It was just another mundane evening, or so I thought. The radio played a soft melody, and I hummed along, lost in my thoughts. The world outside blurred as I drove, the streetlights flickering like distant stars.

But then, reality seemed to glitch. The impact was sudden, a deafening crash that shattered the tranquility. My car spun, metal's spunk. screeching against metal and I felt the world tilt on its axis. The drunk driver had come out of nowhere, speeding bullet aimed directly at my fragile existence. I braced for the inevitable, my heart pounding in my chest. And then darkness.

I drifted, weightless, through a void. Pain dissolved into nothingness, and I wondered if this was death, the final curtain call. But then, like a glitch, in the cosmic code I snapped awake. I was still in my car, but something was different. The green lights above me beckoned, and I hesitated. Had it all been a dream? The pain, the collision?

It felt too real to be a mere illusion. My trembling hands gripped the steering wheel. Was I alive or trapped in some twisted limbo? I pulled over to the shoulder, my mind racing. The grass crunched under my sneakers as I stumbled out of the car. The night air tasted sweet and I glanced back at the intersection. It was empty now, devoid of chaos. But then it happened again.

A blur of headlights streaked through the red light, tire screeching. This time it wasn't me. It was a drunk driver chased by relentless cops. They collided with a massive Mack truck, metal folding like paper. The world shook and I watched in horror as life unraveled before my eyes. The drunk driver? Gone in an instant. The Mack truck driver bruised but alive.

And me? Unharmed. Untouched by fate's cruel hand. The universe had hiccoughed, glitched, and spat me out into this alternate reality. Was it God who spared me or was it quantum immortality? A leap across parallel worlds. couldn't be sure. All I knew was that I'd been given a second chance,

a cosmic mulligan, and I vowed to make it count. Life is too short for anger, too fleeting for bitterness. I embraced each moment savoring the taste of existence. The green light became my talisman, a reminder that reality was malleable, that glitches could rewrite destiny.

So, when life throws you into the abyss, when the Matrix stutters and stumbles, listen to that inner whisper, dodge the collisions, leap across timelines, and emerge unscathed. For in the quantum dance of existence, we are both the observer and the observed.

And as for me, I drive past that intersection every day, eyes wide open. Who knows what awaits? The next glitch, the next twist of fate, But I'll be ready. Grateful for the glitch that rewrote my story.

This happened a few years back at my college dorm. My roommate and I, both around age 19, probably, were coming back to the dorm after dark. It's one of those buildings where you have to scan your university ID card to get in, unless someone from the inside lets you in, there's no other way. We walk up to the building and see someone maybe 10 feet ahead of us, scan their card and go inside. The key here is that he is just far enough ahead of us to where as soon as he goes inside and the door shuts itself, we are there scanning in our IDs to open the door for ourselves.

Once inside the lobby area, there is one elevator on either side. These elevators are maybe just another 10 feet from the entrance door that we walked in. As we walk inside the building, we see the person who went in, before us walk inside the elevator and the doors shut as we approach it. It's the same elevator that he got into. I pressed the button, and to my surprise, the doors opened instantly. Like, instantly. As soon as the door closed, they were opening again.

Except this time, there was nobody inside. I hesitated but walked into the elevator and pushed my floor button. The energy between me and my roommate felt tense, and I didn't say anything as I was trying to rationalize what I just saw in my brain. My roommate spoke up first, saying, did you just see that guy? And verified that I wasn't the only one who had seen it. We continued trying to come up with some kind of explanation and came to nothing. Even if the elevator guy only went up one floor, there was nowhere near. near enough time for the elevator to go up and come back down in time.

Again, the doors closed with him inside mere seconds before they reopened, after I pushed the button. I've never experienced something like this since then, and it still spooks me. This was in the 80s. Myself, my sister, and my mother had gone out to a newly open store, a short distance from home. My mother drove there and I had just gotten my two weeks paycheck, plus two weeks paid vacation money all cashed at once. It was a lot of cash. I put it all in an old but never used passport case or tall wallet

that was very expensive looking and was made of soft leather. It had come from a second-hand store. I absolutely loved it and it was so perfect for that day. I guess maybe it was a travel wallet or something. something with all those cool compartments in it, and then one went way down all the way the full depth of the wallet, nearly like a giant hidden pocket. I put the money to run out of for the week excessively, and then the extra way down into it. I had a friend's husband's business card in the wallet, but still had little of my former

wallet in it yet. We walked into the store and looked at ugly clothes and cheap shoes. and decided to move on. My mother had four envelopes to mail with a rubber band around them. I took them from her and took the band off carefully, and the wind was horrible and cut like a razor.

I was frozen. On the short distance to the car, I recall checking that my wallet was still in the deep wool pocket of my uncle's old pea coat from the Navy. It was there safely. But when I got home, it was gone.

We checked everywhere. It was with me. It was my mother's car, and it was searched diligently. Did it end up getting mailed with the letters? Definitely not. Did I drop it? No. In a narrow crevice in the car?

No way. To this day, I'll never know how four weeks of pay, plus a bonus check, all went missing. I strangely always felt that one day it would return. I wish that it would return. but after so many years, it still hasn't. Haunted old wallet from the thrift store? Old Navy coat?

Could it have gone into the lining somehow? I have never found it all these years, and I just say that it was too weird. I've been trying to think of an actual explanation for this for weeks at this point, and I'm slowly wondering if I'm just going insane. What happened was that, That's after school, I got in my friend's car to go hang out at his house.

Just me and him, and my wallet was in my pocket the entire time. No way he messed with it or anything. I go home a couple of hours later. I decided to walk home and was not in the car again that day. Later that night, I was talking to a girl in my math class on FaceTime. School pictures came up. I distinctly remember taking out and unzipping my wallet to show her my school ID, because I think my picture this year is especially awful.

I look high, and I didn't smile. I put the ID back in my wallet, didn't think about it anymore. Nothing weird yet. The next day, my friend texts me a picture of my wallet and says that he found it in the passenger seat. I told him it must be someone else's because I told him it must be someone else's because I I had my wallet yesterday after leaving his house. Nope. He had my license and cards and everything in it.

I asked him if he was messing with me, like, I thought maybe he took pictures of it before I left yesterday or something, and then I realized I actually didn't have it, and I couldn't find it. He drove to my house and gave it to me. I told him again that I definitely had it last night. He thought I was just messing with him. I told him that he could ask the girl I was talking to, and told him that he would have noticed it if it had been in his seat yesterday.

We're both kind of freaked out now, and I genuinely can't think of an explanation. The girl in my math class remembered me showing her the ID. Didn't even ask about it. She just brought it up at school. I think that I'm going insane. This is my first time posting here. I, female, 55, have a fidget. It's not a spinner, but I've had it for years.

When reading, watching TV or scrolling, I absent-mindedly play with it. I had it downstairs while on the couch scrolling through Reddit, no less. I got up to go to the kitchen, and when I returned, I couldn't find it. I had the cleaners over that day and thought perhaps they found it and threw it away. It's old and ragged, but still my favorite. I hadn't gone far and was only gone a couple of minutes before returning to the couch. It was gone, and I searched the entire downstairs, including the garbage, asked the cleaners, etc., but it was nowhere.

I have another fidget that I don't like as well, but started using that. A few days later, while on the couch, I was fidgeting with my fidget, and realized that it was the one I had lost. It was a completely different feel than the substitute. It just appeared in my hand. I'm sure that I absentmindedly reached down for my substitute fidget, but I had searched every inch of the couch. So did my husband.

Pulling out all the cushions and pillows, looking underneath the couch, all over the kitchen and living room and did not find it. I was startled to see it. it in my hand. A few days later, I noticed a ring that I wear was missing. I never take this ring off, but it was not on my hand. I'm sure it had been on my hand because I play with it all the time, and I would have noticed if it wasn't there. I started to play with it and then immediately noticed it was gone. I looked everywhere, and so did my husband. I had not been upstairs since the

previous evening, and I know that I had it on that morning. Later that day, I found it upstairs in the guest bedroom, while getting it ready for a friend, lying on the bed. I had not been in that room for over two weeks, no reason to be in there as we hadn't had company, and I hadn't been upstairs since the night before. It was just proudly sitting in the middle of the bed. Is this a Glitch? Or am I just mental? I love reading stories about objects that mysteriously disappear and then reappear. Then, it happened to me. One weekend in February 23, my daughter purchased a necklace that she fell in love with while we vacationed in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. The next week, she called me one day in a panic while I was at work, because she lost the pendant while she was getting ready in her bathroom.

Her bathroom is very, very small, and the floor is marble tile. She said that when she was putting on her necklace, the pendant dropped and she heard it hit the tile. She searched and searched, but couldn't find it. I rolled my eyes thinking this was just her not looking hard enough. I got home and searched the tiny bathroom. I got on my hands and knees and looked under the cabinets and in any gaps in the baseboards. I finally had to give up. It wasn't there.

Later that summer, we had an awesome but exhausting time at Lollapalooza. After the last day, we got up early and drove eight hours to return home. For some reason, my daughter had an urge to clean her room, which has never happened. At the time, we had a lady who would clean our home weekly. Well, my daughter noticed that her ceiling fan blades were dusty, so she got up on her bed and reached up to clean them. She screamed, Huh, guess what?

Her necklace pendant was on the ceiling fan blade. I was shocked. She uses that fan every night. Of course, we put the pendant on the fan and turned it on to see what would happen. And as expected, the pendant flew off immediately. We have no idea how her pendant disappeared after she dropped it on the bathroom floor. and reappeared months later on her ceiling fan. This happened around two years ago,

but it still puzzles me on a regular basis. I'm someone with a pretty sharp memory. I can always remember random names and dates and can recount entire conversations in my head, even if they happened years ago. I could tell you down to the time of the month when a certain event happened, and what I was wearing and what the weather

was like. So, when I somehow lost every detail, minus the words, about a very particular and odd conversation I'd had, I was pretty creeped out. Here is what I recall. Other person. Did your family send me seeds? I received seeds in the mail with no return address. Me?

No, why do you ask? Person. Your dad likes to garden. So, I was wondering if they were a gift from... him. Me. No, it doesn't sound familiar at all. Flash forward to a few months later,

I read an article in the news about how receiving seeds in the mail is a scam from random sellers who want to increase their transaction numbers, mourning people not to plant the seeds. So, of course, I immediately remembered the conversation and wanted to alert the seed receiver

of any potential danger. I have a pretty small, social circle, and so does my dad. There were only a few people, friends and family, who know about his gardening hobby. I asked the person who my mind had remembered it as being, and she absolutely had no idea what I was talking about. So I proceeded from the most to least likely, asking again about the seeds. But each one of them looked at me like I was crazy.

I know this can be explained by me forgetting or someone pulling a prank on me, or me confusing a dream with reality, but I can assure you that I know my own self and capabilities, as well as the types of people who would pull pranks on me. This sort of thing has never happened before. I always remember when mysterious events occur because they've always been so fascinating to me, especially since this happened during the lockdown, and I could probably count on one hand the number of times I had in-person gatherings. Whenever I recall the memory of the conversation nowadays,

I see the scene of a backyard, and someone's face, which is completely blacked out, like a void. I'm the only one in my life who remembers anything about the seeds, and I don't think I will ever find out the truth. All right. This happened about a year ago, but I was just watching some parallel world videos, and it made me think of this number one wildest dream I have ever had.

I'm sleeping when I get woken up by what sounds like an oxygen tank. At the same time, I feel something in my mouth. I'm thinking, what the hell is that in my mouth? I feel it with my tongue, and it feels like a small tube. I reach up for it, and I bump one of those things they put on your mouth and nose for an oxygen treatment. When I bumped it, it came off of my mouth. and then bumped this other device that was over my eyes, like an oculus, kind of.

And my perspective was then shifted into seeing through the device in my room. And down further, I could see a wide room with a guy standing at a counter. When I bumped the device, an alarm went off, and the guy quickly came over and readjusted everything. And I then instantly woke up in my bedroom in an extreme sweat. It was very vivid. The weirdest thing ever. Has anyone had something like this ever happened to them?

My thoughts at the time were that it was just a really odd dream, but what do you all think? My friend, in Anchorage, back in the day, came from Pennsylvania, and she had many relatives and siblings in that state. Her husband was an oil worker, and that's how they happened to be up here in Alaska. We got to be fast friends and we were bingo buddies. I was often at their house. So Dottie and I were getting ready to go to bingo when the news report said that the large fireworks factory blew up. According to the news report, it was only a mile away from her sister's house.

And she was concerned. Both Dottie and I heard the news, let me add. So Dottie phones up her sister and asks if her world rocked, jokingly. Her sister claimed that her... was no explosion of the factory and that everything was fine. The very next day I'm at Doddy's house again, and as we were getting ready to go to bingo, her phone rings. It was her sister, who wanted to know how she could have known how the fireworks factory would blow up, because it did that day, 24 hours later.

I heard the report. Dottie heard the report. We both heard the report 24 hours before it even happened. I've had odd things happened before, but this was really strange and unexplainable. I guess you could call what I'm about to share a glitch, but I'll let you decide. Hi, Raven, I love your channel, and I've sent in several stories that you have read, and for that I thank you. I have plenty more, and I would be happy to share them with you and your listeners, if you are interested. For now, I have a short story that I would like to share, so here it goes. This happened back when the pandemic was in full swing, and masks were mandatory. It's important to know that the mandate had not been lifted yet.

So, my husband and I were out and about one day. We stopped at a gas station to get drinks or whatever, and I noticed that nobody was wearing a mask. We were the only ones. Just the day before, everywhere we went, everyone was wearing a mask, and stores had their signs up stating that masks were required to enter. That day, there were no signs, and nobody was sporting masks. We got back to the car, and I made a comment about how weird it was. My husband's response made me feel even more creeped out.

He simply said, don't worry about it. I kept insisting that it just felt odd. He basically told me to drop it. So I did. and we haven't spoken about it since then. The next day, everything was back to... normal, I guess. With everyone wearing masks and signs in the windows of public places.

I know this may not seem creepy at all, but I guess you had to be there. It basically went from feeling like the apocalypse one day to feeling like nothing ever happened the next. Then right back to Apocalypse Town. I've heard and read where other... other folks have had strange experiences during the pandemic, so I thought I would share mine. I hope you enjoyed it. 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 ashtherravendreams.com or 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.

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