As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 074 - 20 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: July 3, 2024

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And profite. Viarai, the voice that we love that we love. If you have a story you would like to hear featured on this podcast, please go to as the ravendreams.com and click the button to submit your story. Also, if the platform you're listening on has the option to rate this podcast, please consider are doing so. And thank you. Hey everyone. This glitch in the Matrix happened to me maybe five or six years ago,

and I have been intending on sharing the story. But it's honestly hard for myself to even wrap my head around this, and I was the one who experienced it. And the shyness led to inaction, which then led to forgetfulness. Anyway, I have excess free time today and was thinking about this event. I thought I might as well put it out there. I listened to audiobooks very actively. I use some round-the-neck Bluetooth earbuds. You won't see me without these things around my neck. I like their functionality. Just press the button and resume the book. Press it again to pause. No need to go fetching my phone out. One day, as I was packing up my laptop and other things after work, I received a call that I had been waiting for.

One of those call you back instead of waiting things, and I answered it originally with my Bluetooth headset, but it was an automated system needing actual phone key inputs, so I took my phone out of my pocket to put in the necessary information and then continued to pack up my stuff and leave. I got to my car and put my bag and carry case in the passenger seat. I spoke with the rep for about maybe another five minutes, and then completed that call. Once the call was completed, my audiobook resumed playing as it should.

I started up the car and drove home. Unwinding from my day listening to a book is my favorite thing to do. I don't live terribly far from work, maybe 12 miles. After getting home, I start to prepare dinner while continuing to listen to my book when I hear the sound of my phone indicating a call, interrupting my listening experience. I press the button on the headset to answer the call and say hello. You can't see who is calling you and answering the phone like this. I then hear my co-worker's voice. They seem a little confused. They say my name, I say their name back. Then there is a bit of awkward silence. I begin to wonder as the possibility

of what might have happened since leaving the office. And I ask, Is everything all right? Is something going on? And they ask, well, are you still here? I say, no, I'm at home now, but I have my laptop if you need help with something.

What's going on? My co-worker then says, well, I saw that there was a cell phone on your desk, and I thought you might have left yours, so I called you, and it rang. I thought you had left, but then you answered the call. We were both silent then. At one moment, I was in the middle of chopping up some carrots and thinking about switching gears into work mode.

Then I had to dedicate the brain power to what my co-worker just said. As an intelligent, adult, human being, my response was elegant and direct. Huh? More silence. Co-worker says, I'm looking at your phone on your desk. It's showing that our call is active right now. I move my hand down to my pocket that I keep my phone in and give it the trusty patent check,

only to find that my phone pocket is empty. As my hand is resting on my empty pocket, I start saying, that can't be right. Bluetooth doesn't have that kind of range. Only then to have the call disconnect. The Bluetooth headset gives the beep beep of it trying to find the device that it's paired to.

Beep, beep, beep. Then the Bluetooth device powering itself off as it cannot find its paired device or a new device wanting to pair to it. I stand in my kitchen for a minute longer thinking about this. It must be some kind of prank or something. My coworker doesn't live terribly far away, but how would they have stayed close enough as I was on the freeway? I try turning on the headset as I go to my bag and check from my phone.

There's nothing there. I turn the headset on as I run outside to check my car. No phone. I'm a tad flustered at this point, so I hop in the car and drive back to the office. Getting into the office, I head to my work area to find my phone on my desk where I had taken it out of my pocket to put in the dial pad numbers before I had left. I unlocked the phone and checked the call history to see the call log of my co-worker and eyes two-minute and eleven second long conversation. I walk over to my co-worker's section to talk to him about the call, and upon seeing me, they say,

Oh, good, so you were here. You had me pretty freaked out, man. I didn't want the kid to be scared or anything, so thinking fast. I say something like, yeah, someone needed my help upstairs with something. Still, to this day, I think about this. How was I just interacting with the Bluetooth features of my phone at such a large distance? Recently, there have been a lot of studies about how most of our reality is what we can perceive, and how much of our perception is dictated on what we can predict with our senses. What if, in my mind, I was just predicting that my phone was in my pocket?

because of that, my Bluetooth should be connected, and after the call is completed, my audiobook would resume playing. Or maybe whoever is watching over my simulation had a major screw-up, and didn't notice that I had left the phone, and was freaking out when I had realized I didn't have it on me. I don't know. It's hard for me to wrap my head around this. Around 2012, I had a missing time experience. My best friend and I rented a house together. We were both in our early 20s and working full-time jobs. I'm not sure why, but the house always gave me creepy vibes.

I especially hated being alone in the house. Since we were young at the time, we were always looking for fun stuff to do. We lived in a college town that had kind of aged out of that lifestyle, so we found other hobbies. Chat roulette was a big thing back then, and we would get on there in the evening and talk to random people. One night we stayed up a little past midnight talking and laughing, drinking a little wine before going to bed. The next morning is when things got weird. I woke up as usual around 7 a.m. It took less than an hour to shower, get dressed, and to walk my dog. I only lived five minutes from where I worked, and I had to be at work by eight, so this was my usual routine.

The time of year that it was, it was still a little dark when I got up. My small dog slept with me, and I would give her morning pets and tell myself that I would take her out after my shower when it wasn't as dark, so I went to take my shower. I had one of those Jack and Jill bathrooms, and so I had to go into the bathroom and then shut the door leading into my house, made bedroom. I remember hearing her alarm clock going off and she was still sleeping. I come out of my shower and go into my bedroom to see that it was bright daylight, and I grabbed my phone and saw that it was almost 9 a.m. I was supposed to be at work by 8. This would have meant that I had been in the shower for almost 2 hours. I know this couldn't have been because it was an old house and we did not have a lot of

hot water. I was used to quick showers. While I'm holding my phone, I see I have a ton of missed calls. I listened to a voicemail from my dad saying that my boss had called him looking for me. He was my work emergency contact. Then there was a knock at my bedroom door. Not my house door, the actual door to my bedroom. It was a police officer doing a welfare check. I tell him I'm not dressed as I'm still and my towel for my shower, and I ask how we got into my home. He said that he came in because the door to my home was wide open. I thank him for coming to check and tell him that I'm okay, and he asks me to call my boss and let her know that I'm okay.

He left, and I'm completely anxious and disoriented. I called my dad and then my boss and told them that I was okay, but that I had overslept. I didn't know how to explain what had really happened. I go check on my housemate's dog, who was still in his little kennel barking like crazy at this point, and lock the door to the house, which I guess the officer closed on his way out. I then called my best friend slash housemate and told her everything. She was already at work at this point.

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I'm not sure which subcategory this should be labeled in. I guess it depends on what your beliefs are. In the time of these events back in 2012, I was raised Lutheran, but I've been an atheist since my teens in the 90s. I was going on summer holiday with a group of friends. I was married, but my husband was afraid to fly, so he stayed at home in Finland, as we took off for a week's trip to Greece. That would be the same time zone in both countries. The first night we arrived to our hotel, we had dinner and decided to head to our rooms for well-needed sleep.

There were thick walls, and I could not hear my neighbors at all. I was ready to drift into slumber around 1 a.m., when all of a sudden I heard a clear, very affectionate. official female voice. It just said one word. Fire. I jumped up, asked who was there in my room, but no answer. I switched the light on, and indeed the room was empty. There were no smoke alarms ringing, so I thought this was just my mind playing tricks on me. I was a bit tired from the days traveling, so I went back to bed and fell sleep. In the morning, I checked my phone, and there was a text message from my husband, sent at 2 a.m. barely escaped the house fire at my friend's house. My ponytail was smoking, but no harm done. I immediately called him to get more information.

He picked up and explained that he had been playing poker at his friend's place, boys' night as wife was out of town. The neighbor's television set had exploded, and the two apartment wooden house had quickly caught on fire. The neighbor had banged on the door, and they all managed to run out on time, except the neighbor's dog. The house burned through. I was happy to hear that he was physically okay, but I still have no knowledge

what quantum warning system caused me to receive this information of imminent danger as the fire was happening. Was it just our minds connecting on an astral level? Or perhaps my guardian angel that I did not have at that point in my life? I have a friend who, for the purpose of this story, we will call Kay.

I've known her for 20-plus years, and even lived with her briefly a couple of times. Her mother works at an iconic restaurant in our city, and has for almost the length of our friendship. Because of this fact, my friend and I were able to eat there for free whenever we liked. We didn't abuse this privilege, but we have naturally taken advantage a handful of times, and thoroughly enjoyed it. My friend and her mother didn't always see eye to eye over the years, and she was, and still is, a daddy's girl.

Her father and mother, although never divorced, remained in a loveless marriage, barely acknowledging the existence of one another. They lived in the same house, however, so they remained committed to their marriage vows. This is all relevance to the story. I assure you. So, at some point, my friend gets pregnant. Roughly two-thirds into the pregnancy, her mother dies.

She's oddly indifferent, but sad that her mother won't get to meet her grandchild and vice versa. When she got the news, she called me and I answered. Hello, and she immediately said, My mom died. My mom is dead. and I recall my initial thoughts being disappointment that we wouldn't get to eat for free at that restaurant anymore. I recall that because it was immediately followed by me feeling disgusted and horrified with myself

for that being my initial thought, but thankful that those weren't the words that came out of my mouth. I'll tell you this right now. If you ever have such a thought as your reaction to a friend telling you that one of their parents, has died, the feeling of disgust that follows is so overwhelming that it stays with you forever. It's not something you forget unless you're a certified sociopath. Fast forward to the following day, and I'm sitting in her house with my boyfriend at the time, who were referred to as Jay. We're discussing the fact that her father must feel mixed emotions regarding the passing of his estranged

wife. We then move on to say that, despite the fact that it will be so nice for him to finally be able to date and hopefully find a more suitable partner. She then remarks that at least she, being an only child, will inherit her mother's car, which will help with the newborn baby-related tasks, and how the timing kind of worked out because her boyfriend had recently smashed up his vehicle after smashing up hers the year before. She then asks if I will attend the funeral with her, and I of course agree to do so. For whatever reason, I don't end up attending the funeral, and she goes with a mutual friend of

ours instead. Soon after, she has her baby, and between the chaos of being a new mom and my relationship with Jay being tumultuous at best, along with the seclusionary joys of COVID, a year or so flies by without me so much as meeting the little one. Eventually, my boyfriend and I break up, and her baby is now old enough to toddle about, and COVID's ugly head has ceased to rear. I ask if she would like to hang out the following day, and she says that she would. I give her my address, and we plan a time frame in which she'll be by. The next day comes and goes, and she doesn't show up.

That evening, I message her asking what happened. And she tells me that her day got away from her as the errands she had planned all took longer than expected. And before she knew it, she was already scheduled to return her mother's car. I, puzzled, ask to whom she had to return it. She says, my mom? I, having just damn near fallen off the couch, decide to call her directly. because this mode of communication is clearly broken. She picks up, and I have her repeat to me what she just said.

She does. I sit in stunned silence for a moment, and then proceed to say, Um, so there's no other way to ask this, so I'll just ask it directly. Didn't your mother die? To which she says, huh? And I respond with, your mother. She's dead. Pretty sure your mother died last year. She starts laughing and asks me what the hell I'm talking about.

So I proceed to remind her about the conversation regarding her dad and how I was supposed to go with her, and how she went with her other friend instead and so on. She goes, Dude, I don't know what you're on, but my mom is very much alive. I just saw her a few hours ago. when I returned her car. I am beyond confused at this point. I apologize and excuse myself from the call.

I then call my ex. He picks up and I say, Hey, remember last year when Kay's mother died? He says, Yeah, you were supposed to go with her to the funeral, but didn't end up going. To which I reply with, Yeah, well, that's probably for the best.

because she never died. He then says, No, she died. We sat around talking about how awesome it was that her dad was finally free, but bummer that she didn't get to meet her grandchild. And I'm like, oh, I remember, but apparently none of that happened.

He responds with, I was sitting next to you when she called you and told you. Don't you remember? When the call was over, you told me that crappy thing you thought about the free food and how horrible you felt about it. To which I respond with, Yeah, I remember, but I'm telling you,

according to her, her mother is alive and well, and none of that ever happened. We sat in a kind of shared, stupefied silence for a few moments, and then ended the call. She now has three kids. I've met a total of zero of them, and her mom, still very much alive.

Jay and I actually experienced a few, if not a handful of timeline jumpings throughout our courtship. The only ones either of us ever experienced, in fact, before or since. I have to assume that it's pretty rare to jump timelines and then jump back simultaneously with another person even once, let alone a number of times. In any case, this is just the... craziest one. Today, I may have experienced a glitch in the matrix while walking my dogs. One of my dogs, a border collie, sometimes pulls on her walks. Because of this, she has always walked in a harness. It goes over her head, wraps under her chest, and clips closed on both sides of her body behind her front legs. It fits very snug on her. My border collie is walked on a six

foot leash that is attached to the harness. There is no way that she can easily come out of the harness when she pulls or when standing still. The only way it may be possible for her to get out of it is if she backs away from you while she is looking at you with significant force, and at the same time you pull the leash toward yourself, i.e. like playing tug-of-war with your dog. In this extreme case, the harness could potentially pull over her head. head. Anyway, today it was raining lightly. No other people or dogs were around. Both of my dogs were relaxed, sniffing along a fence after walking for about 1.5 kilometers.

As I said, she was relaxed. The leash was slack, and she was about four feet from me. When she finished sniffing a particular spot, she turned about 90 degrees toward me, and pop. The harness was on the ground next to her. It was all clipped together and still in the shape of her body. The only difference was that she was not in the harness.

I wasn't talking on the phone or looking at the screen or daydreaming. I was just looking at the dogs to make sure they didn't pick up and eat any crap off the ground, as my dog sometimes does. It was like I blinked and she was

out of the harness. I'm not a big matrix believer, but thinking back on this event, the blink I experienced just before she popped out of the harness seemed to be more significant than a typical eye blink that lasts a microsecond. It was not a long blink, but for some reason my brain keeps thinking back to that blink, which seemed different. I keep wanting to describe it as a thicker and darker blink. It's hard to understand and explain. Anyway, do you think this could be a glitch in the Matrix?

Or am I just losing my mind? I was walking my dog on my property in the backyard. My dog, Sophie, was sniffing the ground and could not have seen above the wisteria plants in the backyard at all. This was about 10 a.m. Our fence cuts through our property, because we didn't have the money to go all the way around it. Movement caught my eye almost in front of me,

and I saw just on the other side a pony, not as tall as a horse. This pony was blacker than black, like a shadow in the dead of the night. It walked for seven steps until it went behind a bush that grew on our side of the fence. I hurried to the fence to look at it, about 25 feet, and it was gone. I looked in all directions and could not see it. It left no hoof prints in the wet leaves on the ground. It had rained that morning.

There were water droplets on the tree leaves and pine needles along the fence line, as though nothing had disturbed them. Three trees that grew close together that the pony would have to go around were not disturbed. It had vanished as quickly as it had appeared. No one near our house, had horses, and it could not have walked out of sight so quickly. I also have a second story. My son and I got a movie from the store when it came out called Mars Attacks.

I liked this movie very much. We kept it with our other movies in the sci-fi section. One day I was going to watch it, and I couldn't find it. My son, knowing that we had it, couldn't find it either. We looked through our thousand movies that we have in all sense. and in the whole room and it was not there. We knew where it was but could not find it anywhere. Six months later, we ended up giving up and just ordered it off of the internet.

I hope that this one stays put. A few years ago, I had a roommate who was borrowing my car to drive for lift so that I could get a referral bonus. We were sharing the hours of the car and it started to create tension between us. I was also in the throes of addiction, and he had recently gotten a new partner who he was spending more time with. At the time, I needed more emotional support and was both saddened by the loss of time and stressed about sharing the car. There was an unhealthy combination of feeling excluded and not feeling like the time without my car was being used towards gaining the referral, which we never met because of an argument that we got in. One night, I had mentioned that I wasn't feeling like his time with the car was being responsibly used.

Lyft showed me the tracking of his hours. And honestly, I can't remember the exact details, but I asked for the car back at a certain time, and not to be disturbed because I was ill, both of which were ignored. He hadn't been tracking hours that day, and the car was returned late, and my sleep was interrupted to have an emotion. emotionally heavy conversation, which I wasn't in a state to do. Anyway, at the end of the argument, I asked for the car keys to be returned, and he announced he would be moving out that night, which he did.

In the morning, I went to retrieve the spare keys that he had left on top of my party favor savings box, and went to place an order based on its contents, and then went to leave for work, but couldn't find my regular keys. I checked my coat where they should have been, but couldn't find them. In a rush, I took the spare keys and left. Upon returning from my day job, I continued scrambling around the house looking for my keys. Checking all my shoes,

yes, they had once fallen into some boots and pant pockets, etc., but I still couldn't find them. I then headed for the party favor box only to find that it was empty. Naturally, I assumed that he took the money in place of the keys, since he was also supposed to receive a bonus from Lyft for completing a certain number of rides, which he would not be doing since I took the car privileges away, and assumed that he must have also taken my regular keys to further mess with me. I called and texted asking what happened to the money and the keys, no accountability.

I just assumed he was being a dick and lying. A few months later, I am sorry. moved out of that apartment. While packing, I painstakingly looked through anywhere the keys might have fallen to no avail. At the next apartment, I lived for about a year and a half, so I went through a couple of coat seasons, wearing the coats that I had suspected I left the keys in, but they never turned up. About a year ago, I moved into the place that I currently live. During the winter season, I wore both of the potential coats that would have held the keys.

Still nothing. Well, and not very long ago, I was going through my closet, looking for a light spring jacket, and moved one of these coats, and felt something in the pocket. It was the very keys that I had been searching for. The coat they were in was a floor-length wool dress coat with a very small, shallow pocket. There is absolutely no way that I could have worn this coat for multiple years and not noticed the keys. We have no mutual friends that have visited the house and would have had access to slip the keys in. There is no explanation for this, other than interdimensional travel.

In essence, a glitch in the Matrix. It has truly left me questioning what I know may or may not be real. but I do certainly hope that the missing money shows up in the same pocket. Last week, I was out in my backyard. I live on about 10 acres, but I was only about 100 feet from my home. I usually go for a short walk every day down the same trail with our dogs. I had walked this same trail every day for the last week. Off to one side of the trail I noticed a recently dead deer.

It wasn't there the day before. Very obviously not there the day before, as I had to stop my dogs from engaging with it. This, in and of itself, is not odd. I live in the woods and animals die. It happens. I didn't give it much of a thought. I am an avid hunter, and I can identify the state of decay of animals pretty easily. I should also add that I'm literally a scientist.

Like, my degrees, are. biology and medicine. I'm quite pragmatic, and I can usually remain objective. Science explains a lot. Anyways, this was just mildly interesting. I went back the next morning to snap a pick to share with my dad. Over night, the deer had deteriorated severely. Again, I could explain this mostly. temps were rising, and it had increased from about 38 Fahrenheit to 44 Fahrenheit overnight. There are coyotes here, so perhaps that explained it. However, what I could not explain was the fact that a pair of rather expensive custom sunglasses that I had lost six years ago were sitting neatly, undamaged, next to the deer's hindquarters.

They are brightly colored. Had these been there the day before, I would have noticed them as they are so obvious. I left them in place, went to get my wife, and showed her the deer without mentioning the glasses. She saw the deer, and in a moment her face went pale, and she scanned and saw the glasses. Her response was, Are you messing with me? No. So we brought my sunglasses home and tried to work it out. Maybe melting snow had moved them from the woods

Could I remember having lost them in the woods? No. Snow had been gone well over a week, and I'm 90% sure that I lost the glasses on a fishing trip far from here. It was evening by that time, so the next day on my walk back on the trail, my wife came with me to see if there were any other signs of something that could explain this. Upon arriving at the deer,

we noticed something yellow about the size of half a dollar sitting in the exact same spot my glasses had been. Not close to the spot, in the exact spot. It was a crock gibbet that my daughter had lost presumably at school. At the latest, this was lost in October of 2021, according to my daughter, about two and a half years ago at the very least. There is no way that I would have missed this item. I would have had to touch it when I picked up the glasses. My wife was also a second set of eyes in place that would have seen it. It is also of note that upon this visit, the formerly, freshly dead deer,

was almost nothing more than a skeleton with some errant hair here and there, as if it had been in place maybe six months. The flesh was almost entirely gone, just some dried strands here and there. Bottom line is, over the course of three days, this deer went from appearing to be dead for maybe 12 hours to a skeleton. And a missing pair of sunglasses and a shoe decoration showed up in the exact same spot. My dad used to work in a car lot. He still does today, but he had a friend there who worked on the opposite side that my dad did. The lot that my dad works in is really old and has a lot of old folks in there, and one of them was this guy that we'll call Tony.

Tony was a pretty old guy who had a lot of cool collections inside of his carrier. The car lot uses shipment carriers that you can buy slash rent out for work, and one of them was this old 1922 Silver Liberty coin, which he gave me as a birthday present when I was seven. Fast forward a few years, and I start carrying the coin around with me as a sort of lucky charm. But then, one day as I'm cleaning my room, I pick up a jacket that the coin was inside. The coin then falls out of the jacket and onto the floor. Since it was a silver one, it made a pretty loud sound when it hit the floor, and my tenants and parents could both hear it.

However, as it was doing the thing coins do on the ground when it was, it's kind of swirling. I try to pick it up and it just vanishes. I look around my entire room and it is gone. After that day, I never saw the coin again, and neither did my dad ever see Tony show up at the car lot. Keep in mind that this was in later 2021. I'm talking November late, so right now before the coin would have turned a hundred. I don't know if the age has anything to do with it, but there is no way something that everyone heard drop, that I saw drop,

would just vanish along with the guy who took it. Right? So in order for everyone to understand this story, I need to do a physical description of the part of the room that I'm in. The bed is against the east wall. My purse is just beneath the side of the bed. Last night, I was kneeling facing the bed and rummaging in my purse. Behind me and to my right a few feet is an air mattress, sat parallel on the south wall.

Against the south wall is the heater. It has a table on one side and a desk on the other, so the air mattress blocks off access to it unless you step over the air mattress. Yesterday, my friend gave me a beautiful necklace and a matching set of earrings. They came in a box, but I happened to carry a couple of jewelry bags in my purse with me, because, well, long story, but they're in my purse. So I pulled out one of those bags to put the necklace and earrings in it. Then I closed the bag and put it back in my purse. Unfortunately, one of the earrings did not make it into the jewelry bag

and just was sitting on the carpet between my knees. I didn't think anything of that, because I'm blind and sometimes I just drop things, so I picked it up and opened my purse again, reaching back in for the jewelry bag, and it was gone. I opened every compartment in pocket in that thing, and the jewelry bag was nowhere. But I figured that this was just a case of me not looking well enough, and I would just find it the next time I looked inside. So I dropped the earring into a zipper pocket. I'm staying over at my friend's place, so my next order of business was to make up the bedding on the air mattress.

I had to keep stepping over it to the side closet to the heater, making sure that the blankets are even, and as I was over there, I stepped on something soft underneath the heater. You already know what it was. Somehow, my jewelry bag was sitting under the heater, basically across the room. There was literally no way it could have gotten there. I just chalked it up to another unexplainable mystery of life. Hello, Raven. I recently found your channel and your glitch in the Matrix stories,

so I've got one for you. First, I need to clarify that I am very aware of my surroundings and the people I see outside. So, a few years ago, I saw an old man with a suitcase walking around. and little did I know I was going to see this man three more times in completely opposite streets that were impossible for him to get to in the span of a few minutes. He was also walking slowly, like an old man would. So, yeah, impossible for me to cross this man's path over and over again.

This was just so random. I know the area very well because I've lived here for 23 years, so I know every single street. I was also with friends that day, so I told them every time I saw this man, but unfortunately I was too shocked to tell them immediately, as I was really creeped out by this man. So they never saw him for some reason. He was gone the moment that I went to tell them.

Only at the fourth time he walked by, I immediately reacted and told them, See, there he is again. and they did see him too. So I wasn't dripping out. At the end, they didn't take me seriously, as this fourth time that they saw him was basically their first. I know what I saw, but none of my three friends believed this. I remember that day as clear as the sun shined,

and I think about it every other day. How did this old man walk around my hometown in such random streets? he would literally pop up out of the most imaginable spots as well, as if he had speed-runned the entire town. My biggest question is, why did he have the suitcase with him and what was in there? When I was 16 in 2004, my family visited my aunt and uncle with their kids in Buffalo, New York.

After a few days, we headed to eat in New York where my grandfather had a cottage. Even though he passed away when I was young, we always called it Grandpa's Cottage, because he'd built it with his own two hands. My aunt inherited it because she lived close by while we were from New Jersey. My grandma had died of lung cancer before I was born, and both of my grandparents had their ashes spread on the cottage property. The cottage was nestled on about 80 acres of woods,

dotted with small fish ponds and open fields. It was a place filled with memories of swimming in 18-mile creek, exploring the woods, barbecuing, having bonfires, and fishing. At night, my three cousins and my sister would camp in tents outside the cottage in one of the open fields. We played a game called The Lantern Game. Invented by my cousin, let's call him Timmy. We used a battery-powered lantern that we kept outside our tents for bathroom trips. The game was simple.

One person would take the lantern into the deep woods, place it on the ground, and then return. The next person would go into the woods, find the lantern, and carry it further before returning. The last one brave enough to fetch the lantern and bring it back, won the game. We had a few flashlights at the tree line and the distant sound of voices was our guide back. Being one of the younger cousins, I usually quit after my first or second turn. But that year, at 16, I was determined to prove myself, especially to my two older sisters. Timmy and his older brother, Jimmy, were legends at the Lantern game. They would disappear into the woods for 15 or 20 minutes before returning, and Timmy, or Jimmy, always won.

One night it came down to me, my oldest sister, and Timmy and Jimmy. Just before my turn, Jimmy warned me to watch out for Grandma and Grandpa. I brush it off trying to act cool, but once I was in the woods, fear gripped me. My heart pounded as I thought of my grandpa, who I remembered as a kind man, but now as a dead rotting body lurching behind me. My grandma was just a name and a face and an old photograph to me. I was about three football fields deep in the woods, struggling to find the lantern, and I kept hearing noises. My mind was racing.

Suddenly, goosebumps covered my body and I felt an electric charge. I couldn't hear my family anymore. Instead, I saw a small shack with a dim light inside about 30 feet away. something I had never seen before. I froze, thinking I might have wandered onto someone else's property, but it didn't make sense, since this was my grandpa's property. The shack looked run down, like something from a horror story. Time seemed to stop.

I saw a wooden chair in front of the door. I told myself not to move. I didn't see or hear any movement from inside, but the light being, on told me that someone was there. After what felt like a long time, I gathered the courage to run. I bolted back to the tree line, my senses heightened. I ran as fast as I could, dodging trees until I saw the flashlights of my cousins and sisters.

I told them about the shack. We decided to go back together to find it, but it wasn't there. Even in the daylight, with my uncle leading the search, We found nothing. To this day, I have no idea what happened. We walked this way to get to 18-mile Creek, so we know the land pretty well. I saw the shack clear as day with that dim light on. My best guess is that my mind conjured it up,

a memory-born of panic of my dead grandfather while playing that stupid game. Though I have no idea why it was a shack. I've only shared this story in intimate sense. settings, it still unsettles me. I'm in my 30s, because I know I saw that shack. Now it's part of our family's folklore about Grandpa's Cottage. Hey Raven. First off, I want to say that I love your channel and have loved listening to your stories for a long time. Your voice is fantastic for storytelling. Thank you very much. Now that the obligatory flattery is over, let me get to my story.

So, as I've said, I've listened to you for a long time, and I'm fascinated by the glitch in the Matrix stories specifically. I've had plenty of glitches around me, such as things disappearing and then reappearing, in places that I had already methodically checked. This happenstance, however, struck me as something very poignant, and such an obvious glitch that I couldn't discount it to mere absent-mindedness. This happened about a week ago, mid-afternoon, while I was looking after my 18-month-old daughter, so I was definitely not under the influence of any mind-altering substance. And while I have ADHD, I don't otherwise suffer from any mental illnesses. So, my daughter and I walked to the grocery store, which is about a 60-second walk from our front door. As we were walking back, I noticed that the grocery store.

grocery store maintenance men were mowing the lawn. One guy was using a weed whacker while the other was operating a riding mower, which was quite loud. We got into the house, and I noted that I could still hear the mower from the open balcony door. Because it was quite warm, I decided to turn on the fan and place it in the opening of said balcony door. I placed the fan in the regular position, turned it on, and enjoyed the breeze. I thought to myself that it definitely drowned out the noise of the mower, and mentally noted how good the cool air felt. I stood there for a moment or two,

enjoying the airflow and then went about making a snack for my daughter. When I came back to the living room, I was warm again, so I put my back to the fan. All of a sudden, I felt the air stop, and the noise from the fan also ceased. I cursed myself quietly, thinking that the fan was now broken, as it was plugged in and turned on but no longer doing its thing. I went to check the dial. It has three settings, low, medium, and high, and I found it completely

turned off. I then looked at the plug, and found that the fan was not plugged in at all. I had unplugged it earlier in the day to charge my cordless vacuum's battery, which was still plugged in, and I had forgotten by the time that my daughter and I had gotten back from the grocery store. Apparently, so had the Matrix. Because I swear on my life I turned that fan on, and it drowned out the mower sound and had been blowing cold air on me. So this one blows my mind, literally. A few years ago, I found a beautiful Tanzanite and diamond ring on sale at a jewelry shop. I was able to do a layaway plan for over four months, and finally brought it home. It's the most expensive piece of jewelry I have ever owned, and I love this ring. At the time, the ring fit perfectly.

However, about a year ago, I needed to resize it as I'd put on some weight. I put it in its box and bag, took it to my car and placed it in my glove compartment while I ran some other errands. I ended up having to go home before I made it to the jewelry shop, so I left the ring in the car, parked in a garage, and plans to take it in the next time I was out. Two days later, I pull up at the jewelry store, and when I went to get the ring out of the glove compartment, it wasn't there. I tore the car up looking for it.

It was nowhere. I go home and check everywhere just to be sure, but the ring is gone. The only thing I can think of is that someone got into my car during my errands and took it. Over the last year, I have cleaned and vacuumed my car several times, always hoping that I would somehow find the ring. About three months ago, I even bought a smaller, cheaper version that I found just because it was Tanzanite. But it was not as nice as the original ring. Four days ago, I hopped into my car, and guess what was sitting on the past, floorboard, the bag, with my ring, packed up and ready for the jeweler, with the original

receipts and everything. I have absolutely no idea where this ring could have been for the last year, and no clue how it would have been possible to miss it in the meantime. I tore this car apart multiple times looking for it. It's like it somehow just moved forward in time, and there's no one else that's. drives my car. I bought a set of five metal files, the sanding tools, in a little sleeve with five slots, one for each of the files. There's a square prism, a triangular prism, flat style, round, and a half round, with flat on the other side. They are distinctly a set with the same

purple handles and are all the same length. This is the only set of files I have ever bought, and I bought them in 2019 when I bought a 3D printer for cleaning up my prints. They've been in the same box with all my printing stuff, and I use them maybe once a week. I've used them hundreds of times since 2019, so I know them very well. So here's the part where it gets weird. Today I opened up the case and went to pull out the half-round to work on my cyber deck, and pulled each one out, realizing it was the wrong one. I thought, huh, that's weird, I definitely just checked each of them, so I pull them all out,

and lo and behold, there's no half round. But there are now two triangular prism types, the usual square, flat, and round rod type. I have never bought another file, and these came from a dollar store, so the chance of me even being able to find this exact set, almost five years after buying them, and simply poking one unneeded one into the new case, and then losing the rest of the extras as well as the only half-round, is such a ludicrous concept. There's no way that it happened.

Like I said, I use these weekly. They have never left my room. I have never bought another set of files. They are absolutely a distinct set. I have used the half-round one many times, because the flat one, half round and round, are the three most useful ones. I'm single with no family or kids or pets. I do have roommates, but we all have door locks.

It would be difficult for them to find my tools at all since I work from home. So how is this possible? Anyway, that's my rant. For many years, after a friend of mine had moved 2,500 miles away, I'd have this recurring dream of her, and we were just talking and walking what seemed like days. I figured I just missed our conversation and friendship, sadly. But year after year, I would be in a dream walking in a huge long line of people, meandering as we went up and down hills.

And I would see the crowd was so big that I couldn't see the start of the line. But she was walking beside me talking about a million different topics. as if we were catching up on our lives now. I had originally met her in high school, and I had once said to her, if you could pick any two places you wished you could go, where would it be? She then said, Italy and Greece. Those had been my exact choices. So I said if I one day called her up far into the future to go, would she?

She promised she would. Twenty years later, our church had a fantastic, deal to visit those two countries. I got the brochure, and my sister and I began to peruse it getting more and more serious. Soon I contacted my friend offering the very tour we had once discussed 20 years ago. Only, I was in Kentucky, and she had moved to California all this time later. She still agreed to go, and I was thrilled. One day we were just walking along a long cobblestone path,

and the line of the tourists were led by different leaders and used big poles with a colored flag so that you could follow them and not become lost in the massive sea of humanity. I walked and talked to her, and we caught up with our lives, days of walking and visiting sites. When suddenly, it hit me. This was the dream that I'd had for years and years.

And after that trip, the dream never was. returned. This happened about two weeks ago, and for a little bit of context, my parents have been divorced for over ten years. My dad recently started going out with a vegan girl, and as a result, whenever she comes to his house, he has to buy vegan stuff for her. Sometimes they leave some stuff for me. And for the last month, I've stayed at my grandparents' house. My dad comes regularly to see me, and sometimes brings me stuff. The day after having her at his house, they bought a box of vegan ice cream bars.

The box had four of them. My dad ate one, his girl ate one and he gave me the remaining two. I didn't really want ice cream at the moment, so I left them in the freezer. The next day, while looking for a snack in the fridge, I remembered that I had those ice cream bars, so I went for them. I opened the box and reached for one when I noticed that there were three bars now. I didn't think much of it, as I thought it was a box of five, so I grabbed my ice cream and left the others in the freezer. The next day, my dad came to see me, and so I told him about the extra ice cream, and he told me that the box had four bars. They had eaten two and left me the other two,

so I went to check the box for the extra ice cream, and there was one, and the box said that it had four. My grandparents can't really eat ice cream because it would make them sick, and besides, they knew they were my bars, so they would have asked me before eating one. Or, in case they did, they would have told me, which, when I asked, they said they didn't even touch the box. Even stranger, I went to check the trash just in case. there was an extra ice cream wrapper. But there was just the one that I ate that day before, and I swear to God there were three bars the night before,

and there was nobody else in the house besides my grandparents and myself. And no, my dad didn't eat any bar after he gave me the box. Thinking about other glitch in the Matrix stories, I would like to think that in another universe, someone lost an ice cream bar one day and the next day, they got it back. I've heard some of the stories read out on here, so I thought I would share my own since I can't really explain it. Stefan Carl Steffenson was Rotten Robbie on the children's TV show Lazy Town, a show that I used to watch religiously.

When I heard that he had cancer in maybe 2016, I was devastated and kept up to date with his story because he was my favorite character, and honestly a hero of mine. I read an article talking about his death in 2017 and went to Instagram and Tumblr to have it confirmed. Sure enough, he'd passed away, and I remember calling an old friend of mine to break the news to her. She and I talked about watching Lazy Town while we were on a band trip and how much we would miss him. A year passed, and I'd all but forgotten about the article, that was until I found a recently uploaded Instagram post stating that he died in August of 2018.

Confused, I looked it up and found the same news article that I remember seeing a year earlier. The only thing changed was the date of his death. I called up my friend and she said that she didn't remember that call that we had, and that she had found out about his death the day that he died. I saw countless posts memorializing him that I swore I had seen a year prior and, honestly, it kind of freaked me out a bit. I've heard stories like this before, but it's just so strange to experience it myself, and I still think about this from time to time.

Did anyone else experience the same thing? Because the more I think about it, the more it freaks me out a bit. And thanks for listening to my story. Okay, I believe you. We are definitely in a matrix. I live in a small town in Belgium, and something very strange happened to my partner and I. It all started on Tuesday, May 21st, 2024. We had to go to a party for her birthday, and to celebrate her new job at a restaurant with her parents.

As usual in Belgium, it was raining, raining all the way there, and continued once we arrived. We went to Namur, which is about an hour away, We arrived at the restaurant with her parents and everything went very well. I realized I had parked my car poorly and moved it before starting the main course, and it was still raining outside. I went back inside and finished the meal and everything was fine. At the end of the evening, everyone said goodbye and we were all happy. We headed back home in the rain. We were talking, and I asked her to stop talking because I needed to concentrate.

so that I wouldn't miss the upcoming exit off the highway in 50 meters. It was raining so hard that I thought it was becoming dangerous. Suddenly, I blinked and felt like we were no longer in the same place. I looked at the signs and realized we were near Mons, 30 minutes past my intended exit. And even stranger, it wasn't raining anymore and there wasn't a single drop of water on the road. I was puzzled and said that I must have missed the exit, but driving 30 minutes further seemed strange. She told me that all she remembered was that it was raining. She stopped talking when I asked her to, and then nothing.

It was as if we had become amnesic for those 30 minutes. I turned around on the road and moans to head back the direction we came from. The cars were dry, and there was no. no rain on the ground again. I drove home, got out of the car, and looked at it. The car was so dry that I saw what looked like dry dust on the windows, and the car overall. My partner and I never understood what happened. I had vaguely heard of the glitch theory in the past, but now, I really feel like I experienced it.

Hi, Raven. First, a little bit about myself. I'm a staunch traditional Catholic, Latin Mass, and everything. I even have a moderately successful Catholic YouTube channel which shall remain nameless. This is important because my mind is closed to many things, such as the idea that life is a simulation. Although I have come to realize, thanks to recent events showing many conspiracy theories to be fact, that our world is not what they, the proverbial they, tell us,

it is. I'm not offering any alternatives. I admit, I don't know what the truth is just that they are lying to us. On to my experience. I was sitting on my deck one night, enjoying a beer and watching the sun go down, enjoying the slow progression of the sky growing darker. Except at one point, for several moments, it stopped. Then it jumped ahead to catch up to where it should be. Not a quicker, gradual darkening, but all at once. Like someone flipped a switch. Yes, that's it. Like, someone just flipped a switch.

If zero is the brightness of the day and ten is the darkness of the night, it jumped from four to eight like that. Again, like, someone just flipped a switch. I ran inside to tell my wife, daughter and son-in-law, as they were living with us, and apparently I'm not the only one who saw it. My son-in-law told me the next day that he saw online that many people had reported seeing the phenomenon

and that they had offered an explanation. Light reflection, this, solar flare, that, yada, yada, yada. That it was just an optical illusion. Of course, they always say it's an optical illusion, but who are you going to believe? Us, or your lying eyes. So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness.

If you did, and would like to listen to more of this, you can always check out the other episodes of the podcast, or support the channel further by actually going to my YouTube channel and checking out my videos. Just go to YouTube and search As the Raven Dreams. You can also go to Ashther Raven Dreams.com for lots of other good stuff. ways to get early access, read stories that I've written, submit your own story, and things like that. All that said, friends, thank you very much for listening. I do hope to see you in two weeks on the next Glitch in the Matrix episode, but until then, sleep well.