As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 075 - 17 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: July 17, 2024

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Last summer, two of my friends and I, 30s female, were carpooling to the airport in the early hours of the morning to catch our flight. It was around 3 to 4 a.m. I was in the passenger seat. My friend was driving and we had just picked up the third friend. We all live in the suburbs near Detroit. My friend, who was picked up last, lives only 5 to 10 minutes from DTW. We were driving down a well-lit two-lane road. The area is well populated and you often do see pedestrians out and about at any given hour.

Anyway, as we were driving, we stopped at a red light at an intersection. Directly ahead we see a man, looking to be in his 30s or 40s, riding a modern-day red bicycle near the edge of the road, heading in our direction. He was wearing a beanie hat, a flannel, and shorts. I don't recall his shoes, but I do remember that he had a backpack on. He had longer hair that poked out from the bottom of his hat, and some facial hair from what I can recall. My friend who was driving said, he better hurry. It's starting to sprinkle,

which prompted me to look up from my phone and look at the man again as he was getting closer. All three of us were looking at this guy, and he was getting closer by the second. He was almost to the crosswalk directly in front of us, right under a street light, when he started to freaking turn transparent and flicker, like an old movie on a projector.

You know how sepia photos or filters look? Like warmer, muted, vintage-looking brown tones? I watched him and his bright-ass red bike turned from vibrant color to sepia in a millisecond and then instantly vanish into thin air. I instantly shot my head to the left to lock eyes with my friend. Both of us were in shock. our eyes were wide and our mouths were open in utter disbelief. Our friend in the back seat was the first to process what had just happened and said,

Um, where did he freaking go? Did you guys see that? He turned seethru. Where did he go? What the hell? We all kind of let out some shrieks and freaked the hell out. All talking a mile a minute as we each quickly confirmed that we had all saw the same. sequence of events occur right before our eyes, under direct light.

I had goosebumps, and my eyes were welling up with tears because it gave me the urge to cry. I was just so tripped out about what I had just seen. We all retold the story one by one over and over again, all the way to the airport, and also continued to recount the experience until we got to our destination. We're all friends to this day, and we still talk about this event often. I think about that day any time I pass that intersection and intently watch any pedestrian that I happen to see there. It's an experience that I will never forget, and what ultimately led me down, the Matrix rabbit hole. A simulation glitch is the only explanation for what occurred to us, and it perplexes me to this day.

If you read this far, thanks for taking the time to read my story. This is kind of weird. I've stated in the past how much I love glitch stories, but I've never experienced one, but maybe I just did. This glitch could have happened a day ago, or maybe last August, or any place in between. I have a pretty close group of friends, five of us, and for the sake of the story, There's me, friend one, friend two, friend three, and the groom. So last August, the groom announces that he's getting married and mails out physical wedding invitations to the rest of us, because he had moved to a city about six hours away,

and we rarely see him anymore. But we still stay in touch through online video games and maintain a pretty good friendship, despite the distance. I received my invitation like normal and the wedding is to be held in the town that me, friend one, friend two, and friend three live, because it's our hometown, and the groom and his bride-to-be have family still living here, so that makes sense. Plus, his bride-to-be still lives here as he is just living in another city while attending college. Anyway, the five of us have been talking about his wedding off and on, whether or not.

in person or in-game lobbies, and we have all been getting pretty excited as the date is in just three weeks. But maybe in the past two months, friend three and groom have been out of contact somewhat. I mean no texts, no online games, nothing. That's understandable, life can get in the way. None of us thought anything of it. Oh, and I almost forgot. when I received the invitation, I read it and noted the place, date, and time that the wedding will take place,

and discussed it with my other three friends for travel arrangements, and that I will be the DD, as I don't drink alcohol at all. I put the invitation in the top drawer of my TV stand, which I put only receipts that I need to keep for warranty purposes in, so there's not a lot of clutter. its contents are kept pretty orderly. Now, here's the glitch. Myself, friend one, and friend two were at the mall, and we bump into friend three, who we have not talked to in two months, maybe more, and he asks how we are getting to the groom's wedding and if we have booked hotel rooms,

and if we're all going to share a room. Confused, the three of us say, why would we need a hotel, and that I was planning on driving everyone home? Friend three equally confused says how when the wedding is in another city, not our hometown, and no, not the city that the groom is going to college in, but another city further away. We then argue saying, no, pretty sure it's here in our hometown. We've all been talking about it for the past year. So we decide to call up the groom and settle this.

No answer. Now, all of us are in a pan. Hinnick, and we decide that we will just all go home and find the invitations. I get home and go open the top drawer of my TV stand, and the invitation is not there. I think, okay, it's got to be in a different drawer. I searched everywhere in my house and could not find the invitation. I text our group chats, and none of us can find our invitations. Finally, we get in touch with the groom, and he confirms that friend three,

is right. The wedding is in another city. It's awkward because friend one and friend two and myself all swear that the invitations said the wedding would be in our hometown, and that even talking about it online and discord that the groom had confirmed it verbally to the four of us, and that is when and where we decided that I would be the DD and would drive everyone home. No harm, no foul, I guess, I'm just glad that we got it sorted out before the wedding date. But the weird part is, where are the invitations? I know for a fact what mine said,

and I know for a fact where I placed it so that it wouldn't get lost or thrown out. My friends can be a bit absent-minded, and maybe one or two of them could have misplaced theirs, but how do all four of us lose our invitations? I know friend one said that they put theirs in their notes, nightstand and it was also gone when they looked. Even Friend One and Friend Two are weirded out as much as I am. More so because we have not talked to the groom or friend three in some time, and how both are

saying that the wedding has always been set to take place in this other city, and that even we, the three of us, verbally confirmed multiple times over Discord that we were aware it was in this other city. Maybe we're all just crazy. I had a coin fall into my boot from a place that I visited ten years ago. I'm trying to make sense of what happened this morning to me while I was at work. I know it can't just be a coincidence. Both of those puns were intended because I use humor to cope with situations.

And to the O.P, I say hats off to you for those puns. While I was at work this morning, I was recycling some metal for the company that I work for. I was making laps from the table to the recycling bin as the metal is heavy, so I carry one at a time. I had already been doing this for about a half an hour when I felt something fall into my boot. It's not an uncommon occurrence of things falling into my boots, considering I don't tie them and my jeans usually rest inside my boots. like John Bender in the breakfast club. I feel it slide down my ankle

and rest at the bottom of my boots and jiggle around while I finish making my lap. After tossing the metal in the bin, I take my boot off and shake out the debris that I felt fall in. As it falls in the dirt, I see that it is a coin about the size of a nickel or a quarter. I think to myself that it's strange because I didn't have any change on me that day,

as I haven't used cash in a few weeks. I pick up the coin, and I realize that it's neither a nickel nor a quarter. It's a 20-send coin from Bank Negra Malaysia. My mind kind of froze when I picked it up. What in the actual hell? Why? How? When? What?

I live in the U.S. And I visited this place probably 10 years ago, almost to this day. I had a weekend port visit there when I was in the Navy on deployment. I did keep a couple of coins from the places I visited because it was just change that was left over from the trip. But that was 10 years ago. Plus, all of my chains that I collected from them is in my storage unit, and I haven't dealt with it in years. I'm so baffled about what has happened that now I can't even currently focus at work. I need some kind of opinion or outside perspective that I can't think of as to what just happened.

If you need more detail, I'll do the best that I can. The boots that I wear are military-like, but not the same pair from them, and I bought them about four years ago. I'm not sure if this is considered. a glitch, a time slip, or just delusion, but this is something that happened to me and my family that we cannot explain. In summer of 2011, in the car was me, 19, my sister, dad, and stepmom, and we were on our way to a campsite. We had other family joining us. My uncle and Nan, both arriving separately, called us saying that they were setting off, asking if we needed anything

from the shops, and to let us know their arrival times. We were over halfway there, and they would be arriving about three hours after us. We carried on driving, switched radio stations, and went through a tunnel. When we came out, the phone was ringing again. It was my nan asking where we were, kind of relieved that she had gotten a hold of us. My nan and my uncle had already arrived at the camp's sight. My dad said, oh, so you're already there? Save us a pitch then. And my nan responded, Where have you been if you're still on your way? The conversation didn't make much sense.

My dad got frustrated and said, what do you mean where have we been? You just spoke to us. My nan told us that they'd been calling us because they couldn't get a hold of us. My stepmom pointed to the time on the radio and about four hours had passed. Four hours had passed in 30 seconds. My dad ended the call with my nan and for a moment we were all silent. My sister said, what's going on? And my dad said that the time must have changed when we changed the radio station and that our family was playing a dumb joke.

Our phones showed the time had passed. again silence we arrived briefly spoke about it with family and ignored it we've spoken about it's maybe two to three times my dad is either convinced that we went through a time vortex got abducted

or we were jokingly drugged by our stepmom as she's a GP my stepmom says that we must have got the times wrong or at worst had some kind of shared deletops shared delusions or amnesia. Either way, we don't know what happened. My tattoo went on a walkabout.

My forearm has a line of individual symbols. They represent a specific time in my life with people I was once very close to. We're all still friends, but you know how life can get in the way of frequent hangouts as we get older. and I just realize that the tattoo turns 10 in July, if that matters. Each of these symbols are plain black lines, nothing fancy. Think along the idea of a simple heart, square, circle kind of deal. There are more than three, though. We each had the symbol that represented ourself colored in,

and kept it very simple by going in order of age. The oldest has the first mark colored in, the next oldest has the second, third has the third, and so on. Our group has a wide age range, the oldest being seven years senior to next in line, the closest gap being five years apart. It's not like we're talking about a few months or a handful of years apart. I'm pretty darn confident on my own age,

and where I am in the lineup. I'm not deep in the middle child zone either. but the one that represents me, the only colored one, has changed locations. So, obviously, I made a few calls. No one else has noticed a change on theirs. I sent out pictures of mine, and the person I swapped with reports their color ink faded out within the last few years, and they only have the black lines.

Cue the confusion amongst the group. It's agreed that this would have been noticed, the day we all got them, or at some point over the last decade. My friends are not as open to this sort of subject, so it's just been left at how weird that we never realized. This would not be my first glitch, nor will it be the first time I would rather believe my memory is slipping. However, just like the glitch that got me believing,

it feels like I have witnesses. Why are they just as confused if it was only my own memory? And that is what brings me here to share. I've been listening to your stories for a while now, and I wish to share my most memorable glitch story. A few of my friends were told about this, but it's hands down the creepiest experience in all of my history of experiences. So I lived in Philadelphia at the time.

I believe it was 2001, maybe around April, and I worked in a home improvement retail store, in Concha Hock in Pennsylvania. Oh, how I hope I said that correctly. One day, for whatever reason, I fell asleep on my bus from work to home in the Montyunk area and ended up downtown. The driver woke me up at the last stop. I get up, but as I'm leaving the bus, I realize there's nobody around.

This is Center City, Philadelphia, but there's no parked cars, no cars driving, no people, walking, no sounds, nothing, but still mild air. No winds, nothing. Which is absolutely not normal at around 5 p.m. in Center City, Philadelphia. I believe I was on Allegheny Avenue. It's been a long time since, so I'm not sure of what crossroad I was at. Finally, I see a group of people come out of a building directly across from the bus stop. It's the mayor of Philadelphia, and his security guards, so three people, including the mayor. I walked towards the security to ask when the next bus comes or how to get to Chestnut Avenue from there,

where another nine bus would come to take me back to Manayunk. The guard didn't seem to see me or reach for his sidearm or put up his hand, even though I was inches from him. He couldn't see me or hear me? He didn't acknowledge my existence, and I was unfortunately unfamiliar. with this particular intersection where my bus should not have left me off to begin with. As Chestnut should be the last stop on the nine route before it turns and heads back to Maniunk,

and if shift is over, the East Falls stop is usually the last where you'd switch to another nine bus, because that's the closest terminal. Or, I could literally walk from East Falls to my house. Anyway, I only knew that I didn't know how to get to Chestnut from there, so I walk in the direction of the setting sun. Thankfully, it was setting because I knew Mannyunk was northwest of Center City, no matter what parts you're in. Anyway, I walked that way for seemingly an hour and finally hit Walnut Lane,

and finally noise, cars, and people resumed. And I had already passed through some of the most populated areas of Philadelphia, including Roosevelt Boulevard, but was still in this weird absence of life and civilization. Although the sun should have done set in the time that I was walking, and also didn't set until I came into the house. I had a phone at the time also, but it wasn't letting me pull up maps or call home. It said that there was no service on it.

So that's my weirdest glitch story, or maybe entering and exiting an interdimensional bubble. The street is suspiciously close to, depends landing too, which is where the Philadelphia experiment supposedly took place. I believe it really did because I think it's caused this glitch and something residual that occurs on and off since. This must have happened when I was 16 to 17 years old. I just asked my old friend about it the other day to confirm whether I was crazy or not, and if I'm remembering things incorrectly, but she confirmed everything.

One day, I was at my friend's house, a typical detached home in southern Ontario. Each backyard had fences as the homes were surrounded by each other. My friend had a huge, fully set up gazebo in her backyard. It was set up properly and had been there for quite some time with no issues. We were in the basement one spring-slash-summer afternoon. The weather was sunny, warm, normal, and we heard a loud bang come from upstairs. Naturally, we ran up and asked her mom what the noise was,

to which she replied that she wasn't sure. Eventually, we all ended up looking out the upstairs window in her mom's bedroom, which allowed us to see both her and her next-door neighbor's backyard. to the left. We were in shock. Her humongous, full-sized gazebo had somehow levitated and landed perfectly straight and normal in her neighbor's backyard. It makes no sense. I googled that residential fence in my area, and they're six to eight feet tall. It wasn't a small item like an umbrella that could just pick up in the wind and land. Like, even if it had somehow fully levitated,

it shouldn't have landed in perfect condition. Go and Google a backyard gazebo. No one remembers it even being remotely windy that day, so this was just freaking weird. My friend and I are still shook about it to this day, and don't understand it one bit. This crap could have been in the news, for sure. the OP then added an edit for more details

thanks for your patience guys I was waiting for my friend to gather more details and to get back to me it's been quite a while so one the gazebo actually flew from her next door neighbor backyard into hers which is why we heard the loud bang the gazebo was made of a hard material like iron or metal

the neighbors had to come into her back and disassemble everything to bring it into their backyard and set it back up. It took hours. They had no explanation for it either, and remember it the exact same way myself, my friend and her mom all do. Her mom specifically remembers the neighbor's candle that was lit in the gazebo, still being lit, and standing straight up in her backyard after it landed. It wasn't particularly windy that day.

Not that it would matter. Wind doesn't cause a metal-slash-iron-framed gazebo to levitate six to eight feet into the air and then land perfectly in a neighbor's backyard. It's beyond. Weird. I have been dying to find a good place to share this story, as it will forever be the weirdest thing to happen to me. My dad and I like to go geocaching. If you're not familiar, geocaches are small containers hidden in public areas,

usually with a logbook and sometimes small trinkets inside. You upload the GPS coordinates to a website with some information about the cache, and then people will look for them, sign the logbook, and maybe trade out the trinkets. There's an app now that adds some functionality, ability to add photos, notes, hints, that kind of thing. We go to look for a specific cache one day. We look everywhere and can't find it. Frustrating, but it happens.

We go back a week or two later, still can't find it. It's been marked as found semi-recently, otherwise we would just assume it had gone missing. That happens sometimes. We finally give up and go elsewhere to find a few other caches. A couple weeks later, were out caching and decide to go back to try one more time. I check the app and see that it was found since we last tried.

We look around for a long time, use a hint left by the most recent finder, and finally find it. I pull out my pen to mark the log, and when I inferl it, the world stops for a moment, because I see my dad's and my names written at the very end of the log in my handwriting. I call my dad over and we're looking at it together. We're both confused and freaked out. I take a look again at the app and realized the last find was from our account, and the hint we had followed was one that we had left. It's been years and we still talk about it sometimes.

It's one of those things where no matter how many people I tell this story to, I kind of assume people don't believe me because it's just so weird, and such an obvious merging of timelines. So it's nice to talk to my dad about it because I know he 100% believes me. I think we looked at the dates, and our first find was on the date that we had the last looked for it prior to the second find, but we both definitely would not have forgotten finding it, because it had been driving us crazy wondering where it was. Honestly, I'm not sure why we didn't just chalk it up to a cache that had gone missing. We both just couldn't

stop thinking about it. I also don't know how I didn't notice the username from the recent find and the hint that was our username until we found the cache. It was just weird overall, but definitely makes for a great story though. So, three weeks ago,

I went to a wedding with my boyfriend and his friends. There was one of those photo booths there and we all took some photos. There were eight strips of photos, two copies of four. I ended up taking all the copies home as he had asked me to, and we agreed that I would give them to him when I saw

him again. The following week, I went over to his house, and since I'm one of those people that packs the night before, I put the photos in my bag so I wouldn't forget them. One of the copies had actually gotten oil on them from some food, so I made sure to give him the nice ones and pack them quickly so nothing else would get on them. I was kind of talking out loud, so my flatmate knew what I was doing. They did not attend the wedding, but they also know him and saw the photos. This is relevant later. The next day, I see my boyfriend.

I took the photos out of my bag before I did anything else. I put them on his bed and sat down after that, and he smiled at me in this really specific way. which is why I remember it really vividly. He was happy to get them and went on about our day. Two days ago, I was actually thinking about those photos because I realized I wasn't sure where I put my copies. Then they were just right next to me.

I counted my photos and realized I had an extra. Five, not four. And I was confused because I had thought that I had given him all four, but maybe I had forgotten to give him the one. Well, today, three weeks later, he tells me that I never gave him the photos. Like he literally just told me right before making this post. He said it so casually, just asked me when he would get them. Well, here I am absolutely confused, because I remember giving him the photos.

I remember the memory. exactly as I had described here. Sure enough, I look over and all eight copies are right next to me. I kind of just froze and asked my flatmate about the day that I gave him the photos. She tells me that, yes, I did give them to him, that she remembers me packing them, and that when I came home, I had even told her that he had been happy when he got them. But here they are, right in front of me. All eight copies, and I apparently never gave them?

Now I'm just really confused. My flatmate and I are the only ones who remember the fact that I gave them to him. And before anyone asks, no, this isn't a prank of some kind. My flatmate and boyfriend are not those type of people. And they don't talk much except for when he visits me. He's not gaslighting me about the fact that I didn't give them because all the photos are literally on my bed as I type. He genuinely does not remember that happening because here it never happened.

Also, I took a break from writing this post for a bit to do other things, and it turns out I have nine photos. One of the photos doesn't have a copy, but in my memory, but in my memory it did. But then that would mean that I had 10 photos at some point, so now I'm extra confused. The original poster did ask me to add some more context from the comment section. They and another user had a bit of back and forth.

I will just read their parts, as I feel like they answered their other person's comments, pretty well to give the details in just their comments, so here we go. I have a message that I sent to him with me saying, Do you want all eight photos or just one of each copy? I did count the photos the next day and the day after that. I never threw out any of the photos. I wiped the oil off because it happened quickly.

I kept the damaged ones for myself, and I could tell which ones were which. as the back of the photos feel different because of said oil. I'm kind of too sentimental to throw them out, and they didn't look bad or anything. I never packed all eight photos when I went to see him. I packed only four, which were the nice copies, the non-damaged backs. I remember checking before I left. The bag that I took, I also only used for going out,

and since I don't go out much, the content never changed. That being said, I found all eight, or I guess nine photos on my bed next to me yesterday. I didn't find them when I got home that day. I found them two weeks from the supposed day that I gave them to him, so yesterday. I also didn't find one pile in my bag and one next to me. I found all nine photos right on my bed. But since I never unpack my bag except for putting my phone charge, larger in and out, I never moved them.

It was weird, too, because I used this bed every day and I stare at the side that I found them on. It was so weird because the moment that he mentioned them, I went to check because I knew that only my copies were there, but his were lying there, too, when I knew that they hadn't been before. There's a chance that I only had one copy of the mysterious ninth photo, since I actually found a photo that I sent him of just one set of the copies. And there's five strips of photos in there.

But I counted specifically eight because I had four doubles. It's just so weird because I have a memory of him thanking me for the photos and everything. I definitely did not take them back with me because if I did, they would have been in my bag, and not on my bed next to my head. In which case, I would have found them there, when he asked yesterday. The flatmate doesn't go through my bag or anything for me, so it's not her either. I also leave my bag near the door in the common area.

It's not in my bedroom, so any unpacking is done outside of it. The copies weren't there the night before, and all of a sudden they were, just as if they had always been there. Nobody had been in my room aside from me yet that day. as we had the conversation in the morning, and I sleep with the door locked. Comment two. I already asked him yesterday. He doesn't remember me giving him the photos. I never dreamed it, though, since my flatmate remembers that day. She didn't come with me, but she remembers me putting them in my bag and talking about how I didn't want to forget to give them to him, and coming home talking about how happy I was when he got them.

I asked her casually about the day that I gave them to him, since I didn't want to influence what she said on accident. False memories, etc. But she recounted my memory exactly without me having to say anything else. When I pulled the photos out, she was just as confused as I was. Again, I don't unpack my bag when I get home. I didn't bring my phone charger that day, so I didn't even have a reason to open it and take the photos out. My own set of photos never left my room, and me and my flatmates never found any on the floor. That's why I think it's weird, because I never moved the photos.

I remember very clearly the night before yesterday that the only set of photos on the bed were my own. I'd even looked at my set a few times, went to bed, woke up, messaged my boyfriend. He asked me about his set of photos, and then they were there. Though I don't unpack when I get home, I open my bag again and go through it the next time I go out. I actually brought that same bag to a work event a week after I saw him. I really don't go out that much. So I had to check what was inside. No photos in any of the pockets, though.

And comment three. No, he understood it when I gave them to him. The interaction went like this. Me takes out photos Oh, before I forget, here you go, and then I placed him on the bed. He looks at them and smiles and says thank you. I'm pretty sure he actually took them and moved them and put them either on his desk or to the side somewhere so they wouldn't be crushed,

but he knew what I was taking them out for. We had agreed that I would bring them to his house for him to take the next time I saw him, and I had asked him if he wanted all the copies or just a set for himself, in which he told me to keep a set for myself and only bring one set for him. So it was implied in both the texts and the physical conversations that the photos I was bringing were for him, and not my own set. So this isn't the craziest thing that's happened in the world, but it was weird enough that it immediately made me once to share it here.

For some context, I really enjoy cooking, and it's generally my responsibility to cook and clean up. So I'm intimately aware of everything in the kitchen, and I know where everything is to the millimeter. My husband and I live by ourselves, and we don't receive many guests at our place. So it's very unlikely anyone moved anything, either. Ever since we moved, we brought along two mismatched metal teaspoons that we got from a

free box on the sidewalk. And ever since we've moved, I've been slightly annoyed by only having these two spoons. And so I'll always make sure to manage the amount of spoons accordingly when making things that require metal spoons. There's one spoon specifically that I favor, since it's smaller, and it's the one that I always use. Right now, I have a tiny sourdough starter going, and metal spoons are quite important here to avoid contamination from plastic. So I spoon out some discard with the spoon, and I put it in the sink while I unload the dishwasher.

Imagine my absolute shock when I see an identical spoon matching one of the mismatched set. Three spoons. Two, identical. I'm at a complete loss as to how this happened. Maybe we've always had them and I only just noticed. But I find that so hard to believe since we have a special storage section for the spoons, and you can see all the spoons there at a glance. I've cleared the whole drawer out multiple times in the years living here. And I've always been really annoyed at this,

especially because I'm one of those people that really a care. about the spoon mouthfeel and when I'm having ice cream, I would always give my husband the mismatched spoon that was bigger. If we had two of them, this wouldn't have ever been a thought. I am so puzzled right now. The O.P. did add an update. The weirdest thing possible just happened now. So I idly write to my sister about this,

thinking she would find it funny or something. and she said, Oh, I know what happened. I brought three teaspoons over for my old apartment when I moved into the house. And now I can only find two of them. You probably got the spare one. Only, I live in Europe, and she lives in the Caribbean. And she has never been to visit me here.

And I haven't visited her since she moved. Absolutely crazy. I stumbled upon your podcast, and I'm listening to the 71st Glitch in the Matrix episode. These stories made me feel like you might appreciate my story. About three years ago, I was in my work vehicle driving to a job when I noticed a small black dot in my periphery. I thought nothing of it until I realized it wasn't moving with the passing scenery. I thought maybe it was my vision, so I shifted my gaze in its direction, testing to see if the black dot would move. It didn't move. And now I realize that it's in my vehicle. The black dot had to have

been no bigger than a dime, and it had a blue ring on its outer edge. I couldn't look at it for long because my eyes needed to be on the road. However, shortly after looking away from it, it was gone. Poof, out of existence. I felt so strange having witnessed it. The only thing I could think of was that it was a tiny black hole. Stephen Hawkins theorized that there are tiny black holes all around us. However, the incident was so short-lived, I decided to keep it to myself. Later that day, I was home watching TV with my husband. We'd ordered pizza for dinner and were just waiting for it to arrive.

At one point, my husband gets up to walk out of the room when he turns to me and says, I'm in the mood for carrot cake. I scrunched up my face in confusion. What? I asked. My husband hates carrot cake. He proceeds to repeat himself. Yeah, carrot cake sounds good. And then I state,

But you hate carrot cake. My husband just shrugged his shoulder and walks away. Shortly after this incident, the pizza arrives, and I make my way to the kitchen. I stop short when I see my mom eating pizza. She never eats pizza. My husband and two boys are huge fans of pizza, so we eat it often. However, my mom is lactose intolerant, so she usually steers clear of anything with cheese.

When I ask why she's eating pizza, she simply states that she wanted some. When I point out that she never eats pizza, she nonchalantly said, I like it when it's hot. At this point, I'm feeling super uneasy, and I tell my mom and husband about the possible black hole, or wormhole, that appeared in my car. I know this all sounds ridiculous, but I am and was completely serious.

My mom asks me something along the lines of, so you're not supposed to be here? And I said, definitely not this dimension. It's not like my husband forgot that he didn't, like carrot cake, or my mom was suddenly not lactose intolerant, but it's those little things that if we point them out to passerbyes and proclaim this isn't right, we would be carted off to the looney bin. However, the subtlety of the changes feels like road signs. If you're not paying attention, you may miss a sign or two. However, sometimes, you notice signs you've never

seen before and realize you might not be in Kansas anymore. I'm not saying that I know for a fact what happened to me. I'm just pointing out an odd occurrence. I guess if I did jump timelines, I'm doing okay here. And I would hope that the other me is doing well, too. I have had a lot of matrix glitches happen to me. I'll start small and I feel that this is a unique happening. Some eight years ago,

I was riding my bike to work. I was taking a cut through a mall parking lot up past a Panda Express, and I paused and saw a green marble sitting in a parking spot. Interested, I picked it up. As I lifted the solid marble to get a closer look, it vanished out of my thumb and forefinger. Just vanished, with a chilly sort of poof that slightly tingled my fingers. It was a small but strange thing.

The marble was solid as anything, and the Matrix took it. And this time I saw it happen. This peculiar incident took place well over a decade ago, in a house that had been my home for the majority of my life. The house, steeped in memories, and was a cozy abode shared with my mother. At the time of this inexplicable occurrence, I was in the kitchen tidying up

after a meal. Our kitchen, a compact space, housed a dishwasher oven and cupboards in a narrow corridor-like area. This layout with just enough room to open these appliances will play a crucial role in the unfolding of this story. I just finished running the dishes through the dishwasher and was putting them away. I got to the point of putting the Tupperware away, which was usually the last thing I did as I emptied the dishwasher. I picked up a few of the half dozen or so items that were left, turned to put them away, put them in the cupboard, and turned around to grab more, and noticed that the dishwasher was now empty.

What the hell? I wondered aloud as I stared at the empty dishwasher momentarily, before turning around and looking at the Tupperware cupboard again, only to see that the rest of what was left was neatly put away in their space. I felt a chill run through my body as I wondered how the hell that was possible. I know that there were a few items to put away, yet there was no way that I could have grabbed them all at once. It wasn't possible that someone else could have done it, as I stated before, I was home

alone at this time, and even if I wasn't, there was no way someone could have gotten by me without me noticing, because of the way that the kitchen is set up. I don't know what happened. It was bizarre. It disturbed me so much that I left the kitchen in its state and laid on my bed to collect myself while I rested. It was just too weird. Thanks for all the awesome entertainment, Raven.

I just keep coming back for more. Even my 14-year-old daughter is enjoying listening now, and for good reason, actually. This story is about her, and will be the second one of her experiences that I am submitting. I think it's becoming more than clear to her that there is more to life than meets the eye, or something else like that. This experience happened between last night and this evening. Last night being a Sunday, my eldest daughter and I decided we needed to end the weekend with some sweets while we watched one of our favorite shows together on the couch. The only problem was that, unfortunately, we were a little short on cash, as we've had some extra expenses in the past couple weeks.

Determined to find a solution to our sweet cravings, we set out to search the house for anything suitable. Luckily, we found a chocolate J in my bedside table, which is surprising, actually, since chocolate doesn't usually get forgotten in my world. Then we found a few grapefruit-flavored candies and seven orange tables. Tick-Tacks. That number becomes significant in a bit. It was nothing much but any port in a storm at this point. After we had collected our goodies, we went into the TV room and sat on the couch to watch our show. She offered me some of her grapefruit candy, but there were only a few left and they are her favorite. So I passed. Then we opened the Chocolate J and shared that. Finally we opened the tic-tacks, and I had one, she ate some and offered me another. I turned it down because there

weren't many, and I wanted her to enjoy them, so she finished them, turned the box upside down, gave a silly pout, and then closed the box and set it on the table. We watched TV and then went to bed. The next morning, which is today, I went into the TV room to tidy up a bit, but when I picked up the Tick-Tac box to throw it out, because I remembered that we had eaten them last night, they weren't empty. Not thinking too much about it, I returned the box to the table. Weird, but whatever. Now here's the part where it gets interesting.

My daughter asks me when I get home from work, if I had read the text message she had sent me a little earlier. I replied that I hadn't because I'd been on a phone call and hadn't looked at my messages. And she then informs me that when she went throughout the box of tic-tacks, thinking it was empty because we had eaten the seven that were available, that there were seven tic-tacks in the box. The exact number that we ate last night. What the huh?

How was this even possible? But there were seven more to enjoy. And she did. I'm not a celebrate, wriggle, public, savouring, admire,

and profite. Via Raille, the voice that we love. I'm not a believer in the paranormal, so this is probably just a coincidence, but it's still weird and spooky. I always have been, and still am, a very vivid dreamer.

Eleven years ago, I had a dream that I was standing in my mom's backyard, alone at night. I was staring up at the stars and saw larger than normal shooting star. Nothing unusual in size, but it was of note. Immediately after that one burned out, a huge flaming meteor came burning across the sky. It was very close and large, like an enormous boulder covered in fire, following the same trajectory as the previous smaller one.

A slight north-eastern path. I could hear the rush of it as it passed overhead, leaving a trail of smoke behind it. It was very surreal how big it was and the level of detail that I could make out. I woke up and didn't have any leftover feelings about the dream, just another dream. I got ready and went into work. At that time, I worked for a newspaper, so I always had breaking news and up-to-minute details as soon as they were happening. The TVs were on in the editorial department, which always meant that something was going down. I dropped my stuff at my desk and went to look at the screen so I could see what the fuss was about.

It was February 15, 2013, and an asteroid had struck Chelyavinsk, Russia at 9.30 a.m. local time. I was stunned. It apparently exploded about 20 miles above the earth, so when it hit the ground, it wasn't intact. hacked, minimizing the damage. It created a flash brighter than the sun and sent a shockwave that damaged 7,200 buildings in six cities, and injured 1,500 people, mostly due to broken glass. I told my husband about it, and my dream later that day, and to his credit, he absolutely believed me. He even asked if I thought it was a premonition. He's religious. I said no, but it was still weird. My curiosity got the better of me as time went on, so I compared where I live on the globe in relation to Chelyabinsk.

If I flew through the air at a slightly northeastern trajectory, yep, I would land in Chelyabinsk, Russia. Hello. This experience happened about 10 years ago, so I apologize that the details are a bit fuzzy, but listening to other people's stories on your podcast, I can't stop thinking about this experience. My boyfriend at the time and I were in the market for a new place to live. We went and looked at three or four apartments in the area, but decided on one that we really liked, and after filling out an application, it was officially ours.

It was about a month after seeing it that we moved in. When we walked in, we started looking around, happy to call it ours. But when we stepped into the bathroom, we both looked at each other dumbfounded because the bathroom was not the bathroom that either of us remembered. I don't remember the exact differences, but the first time we looked at it, it was much larger and the setup was different. And no matter how it was decorated or organized, it was not the same. He had described it exactly to me as how I had remembered it as well.

Before I told him what I remembered it, looking like. They had not done any construction, and we talked about it, and there was no way that we had it confused with one of the other places that we looked at. What's even creepier is we coincidentally found a UV glow handprint on the outside wall of the bathroom a few months after we moved in. That might just be a coincidence, but it gave me the chills. If the confusion or misremembering was just me, then,

it would have been a lot easier to shake off. But my boyfriend and I had the exact same memory, and we were equally confused. We even walked around the other side of the house where the bathroom would have been extended to, and it was clear that no work had been done. The other rooms were exactly how we remembered them. I've never experienced anything like that,

and I haven't shared this with many people, because obviously it sounds ridiculous, but I swear it happened. And to this day, I have no explanation for how that's possible. I was late for an appointment and was speeding up a hill with a curve at the top. Right as I came around the curve, I saw that there was an accident with injuries directly in front of me, taking up both lanes. Both lanes coming from the other direction had drivers that had slowed down so they could rubberneck, and people had already started to gather on the sidewalk to my right, so I couldn't get around the accident on either side.

I quickly assessed that there was no way that I could avoid hitting them, and I knew that if I stayed tense, I would sustain worse injuries, so I shut my eyes and relaxed as much as I could, as quickly as I could, and waited for the impact, and waited. But the car kept moving. I opened my eyes to see two clear lanes, ahead of me, and when I looked in the rear view mirror, I could see the accident behind me. To this day, I wonder what the people on the sidewalk saw.

Edit, I'm having an unexpectedly strong reaction to other people's identical stories. This happened when I was in my 20s. I'm now in my late 60s, and I've told people this story before. I've shared it in a pre-social media group. I'm sure that I've shared it on Reddit before, and I've shared it in a Facebook group before, and this is the first time I can remember anyone responding with the same experience, let alone so many people. I said this in a comment last night, but I want to repeat it here. I think the reason that I'm sitting here tearing up is because some part of me has never been 100% sure this actually happened.

I mean, come on, growing up in white American courts, culture, especially being born in 1957, how do you make sense of something like this? How could this be real? So finding out that even a relatively small number of people have experienced the exact same thing is finally confirmation that it did indeed actually happen. I mean the chances of me completely imagining every detail of something so specific that I had never heard of or dreamed about before,

something supposedly is so impossible, and then finding out it happened to a bunch of other people but never really happened to me, clearly that's not the case. And somebody asked me why I didn't just slam on the brakes, which is an excellent and obvious question. This happened 40-plus years ago, and I honestly don't remember why I didn't.

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 Astherraven 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.