As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 081 - 15 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: October 9, 2024

Welcome to the 81st Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have some stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about disappearing objects, strange happenings, time skips and quantum immortality. Have a Story To Submit? ➤ https://www.astheravendreams.com Or Post to the Subreddit ➤ https://reddit.com/r/TheRavensDream Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Join ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkW0ihdMHfBUjQrMKjRto6g/join Or Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Thank you to the Authors that have stories in todays Video... T.U., Haley, Jessy, Angela, Brittany, eldee17, Taylor, Anne Kristin Berntsen, Mary McGhee, Antique_Safety_4246, ALX, Marlène, Natleigh, Chris McCarron... And Any Authors that requested anonymity. ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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They make me feel like I'm not alone and experiencing weird stuff, and you're a truly talented narrator. Thank you. I come from a very down-to-earth working-class family, and I grew up in a rural area in Norway. Both me and my family are logical, level-headed people. I grew up to become a lawyer and have lived a quite normal life with work, family, and saw the usual stuff.

Nevertheless, I have encountered a lot of strange things in my life, things that defy any kind of logic, things that I have never asked to experience or even considered possible, things that I couldn't have made up even if I wanted to. I have numerous weird stories, but for starters, I'll only tell you one of them. If you want more, please let me know. It was the 1960s, and I was a little girl about five years old. I remember this event as clear as if it had happened to. It was broad daylight, and I had visited some neighborhood boys about my age that lived less than a mile away.

Even though I was only five, I was allowed to go alone through a small forest to see them. This was quite normal, and I was never afraid. I knew the way perfectly. As I was on my way back home, I went through the forest, and for some reason, I stopped by a small field close to where my grandparents lived. I was a little grumpy at the time as the boys had been a little rough with me, leaving me with some small bruises. It was more annoying than painful.

All the sudden I froze and just stared at what happened right beside me. As if from out of nowhere came two brown horses with the brown carriage behind them. And the carriage was a grown woman. The woman looked very classy with a bright blue long dress, and she had a big brown hat with some kind of ornaments on it. The carriage had a grayish top. Most people had stopped riding by horse and carriage by then, so this was highly unusual to me,

especially a carriage like that, very expensive-looking. Being a little girl from an environment without glam or abundance of any kind, I had never before seen such a classy lady either. I had seen pictures of some of some. and I remember that I thought to myself that she must be a rich lady from a big city, even though I had never even been to any big cities at all. She was not from around my area, that's for sure.

We had a TV with only one channel, but I was way too young to be allowed to watch westerns or any other films or series. I had therefore never seen a western or anything like that, but in hindsight, what I saw looked like something one could have seen in an old, Western series. I just stared at the lady, the horses, and the carriage for several seconds as they passed right beside me. And neither the lady nor the horses noticed me as they passed.

I was puzzled by this strange and unexpected sight. And then I noticed something that made this even weirder. The horses and the carriage did not touch the ground. It was as if they passed on a normal road, only that it was maybe two or three feet above the ground. Then, I realized, even if it hadn't been in the middle of the air,

it wouldn't have been on a road because there was no road there. I was in a field just outside a forest. But it got even weirder. I followed them, wide-eyed as they passed me, but after a few seconds, the whole image disappeared into thin air. Like one moment it was definitely there

and the next it was just gone. There was nowhere that they could have hid because it was an open field. I ran home to my mother and told her what had happened. She actually took me seriously and said that she could see that I told her the truth. I wasn't a child who would make up stories like that and present them as true either. She could not explain to me how I could have seen this. She consulted other family members and someone said that I must have seen some kind of mirage. None of them could explain properly what the heck a mirage was,

at least not so that a five-year-old girl could understand it. Several days later, my mom told me that my grandparents had told her that at least 50 years prior, there actually had been a dirt road exactly where I saw the lady pass me. The road was moved closer to my grandparents' house and gave way to the little grassy field that was now there. My family thought that that was really weird. There's no way that I could have known that.

To make things absolutely ridiculous, two years later a new broad asphalt road was established from the highway a couple of miles away, through the field, and all the way through the little forest to my neighborhood boys' house. Guess where they laid the road? Right exactly where I had seen the lady and the horses

and where there had been a road before a long time ago. I've been at that place many, many more times since. My family still owns the surrounding property, and I regularly visit them. But I've never experienced anything like that ever since, there or at any other place. To this day, I still wonder what the hell happened that day. Hello, Raven. Let me start by letting you know how much I enjoy.

your channel and thank you for all the effort you put into it. Thank you. I've been meaning to submit this for such a long time, but it just mentally exhausts me to relive it. This might not seem like a big deal, but to me it is. Even a bigger deal than giving birth or dying, because those can be explained, and this experience that happens to me just cannot. This happened in November of 2016. It was Thursday, November 10th. I got up to get ready for work just like every other day. Got dressed, went downstairs, marked the day before off the calendar and went into the kitchen,

but something wasn't right. I went back to the calendar and just stared in shock. Instead of it being Thursday the 10th, it was Thursday the 11th. How could that be? I get paid every Friday and knew the next day, was supposed to be the 11th. It was the election year between Donald and Hillary,

and my roommate voted on Tuesday the 8th. I remember, so I asked him what the date was on that day, and he said it was the 9th. I'm very open-minded and have had a lot of weird things happen to me in my life,

so I just went with it. What else could I do? Anyway, I finished getting ready for work, and waited outside for my boss to pick me up as usual. I'm her only employee, and we clean upscale homes. While I waited, I kept checking the date on my phone, and it stated that it was Thursday, November 11.

No getting around it. So my boss picks me up, and I casually ask her what the date was, and she said, the 11. As we were driving, I noticed that she was acting really nice, which was very odd because she's naturally a bit mean-spirited. Very strange indeed. At the house, the calendar said the 11th, too, and I didn't have to do the usual dirty work all by myself,

because she actually helped. I was truly flabbergasted. When we were done, we stopped at the usual store, and I stood outside smoking a cigarette, and looking at the sky. It had rained the night before, and also we had a little shower earlier. Well, it was eerie.

The clouds, instead of moving in the same direction, they were going in a different direction, which I have never seen before. It was amazing. I had absolutely no doubt that I was in a parallel universe. I never realized when the shift occurred. Anyway, after she dropped me off at home, my roommate took me to my mother's house because I help her to take a shower and wash her hair every Thursday. So, I asked her if she has ever voted as late of a date as the date as the day. the ninth ever before, and she asked me what in the world I was talking about. And I said, well, today is the 11th.

To which she said, no, it's not, it's the 10th. So I went to look at her calendar, and sure enough, it was back to the 10th. I was back. I don't know when it happened. I never felt or noticed anything. A smooth transition there and back. So the next day my boss picked me up and I asked her, if I had asked her what the date was the day before, and she said,

Yeah, I told you it was the tenth, why? What's wrong with you? So, back to her snarky self. I was back for better or for worse. Anyway, I consider this a gift. I promise on everything in my soul that this is the truth. Like I said, it may not be a big deal to anyone else, but it certainly is to me. Thank you, Raven, for finally letting me get that. this off my chest. Many blessings to you and all of your listeners. And one more thing,

truth really is, stranger than fiction. I was at London Liverpool Street, a train station, where I had emerged from the toilets. Ahead of me, coming down the steps, towards me from the upper level, were two distinctive police officers

who I paid attention to, given they looked so unusual. Not your typical police officers. On the left of me was a dainty woman in a uniform that seemed to barely fit her, and on the right was a thin, suspiciously young man, who looked like he was barely 20 years old, who had an old man's style Victorian-era sideburns. Both wore helmets and high-vis jackets, and I stared extensively at the man's unkempt

Victorian-era sideburns. Now, I was under the impression the police force have regulations. regarding hairstyles. When you see police officers on TV, they usually have very short hair or are bald, and usually have well-kept beards. I tried to examine these thinking they weren't real police officers. It may be PCSOs.

That's police community support officers. But no, their backs had the word police on it, not PCSO. And it's against the law to improve. impersonate a police officer. I noticed as they walked past me that they appeared to be walking towards the exit from the station, which was a fair distance away,

about 30 seconds worth or more of walking. I went past them towards the corner end of the station. My train was delayed, so I sat down to wait. In front of me was a sectioned-off area of a train platform, with walls, roughly where I expected my train to arrive.

I sat there for about a minute, with wide vision of the area, and did not unfix my gaze, as I was impatient. I could not afford to miss this train, and I kept staring at the area. I did not look behind me, or down, or even look left or right. In front of me was a pillar, behind it a dark area with light. Above the pillar was a clock, to the slight left of the side of the side. To the slight left of the dark area was the last platform in rails

to the slight right to the stairs the police officers had come down. Whether it was open area or walled off, it did not matter. I had vision of the area. After a minute, from behind the pillar in front of me, walking in the exact same direction were the exact same female and male police officers I saw earlier.

Sideburns, small woman, high-vis jackets, everything. That wasn't possible. There were no doors around there, and I did not see them go around the pillar or go behind the stairs they came down. I had a wide, clear view. It was literally as if they spawned behind the pillar.

Even assuming they had traveled there, for that to have happened, they would have had to have waited until I sat down, immediately did a 180 from where they were walking as soon as I stopped looking at them, quickly gone behind the stairs, waited somehow for a split second where I was not concentrating, whilst looking that way, skipped behind the pillar and then stepped out, as in completely un-police officer-like behavior. There's no walking pattern that they could have taken from when I last saw them,

that wouldn't be borderline insane. A one-80ing from where they came from? Running up another set of stairs? Running all the way across, jumping back down and then walking again? Doing a 90-degree turn to a wall. Going, hmm, a wall. Then turning 90 degrees again before deciding that you actually liked walking in your original direction. I even got up to confirm.

Yes, there was a wall extending from the pillar to the back of the south. section I could see. There was one clearly unused one-way service door, more akin to a fire escape door, but it was locked. I didn't hear a door close. Even if we assumed they walked there, why? Why did they walk to an empty part of the train station in a hidden area behind a pillar where nobody was standing? Why sneak to there? If you ask me, I'm pretty sure they despond at the station exit and respawned there. Even their walking animation was unchanged, the order of which they were unchanged. I'm confident it is in order to fabricate the perception the train station had real activity.

I would be skeptical if I hadn't just seen it with my own eyes. Hey Raven, long-time listener here, but first-time submitter. I have two stories that are seemingly smitten. but that I can only explain as being glitches, as nothing else makes sense. The first story I have has been read on another smaller glitch channel before. So if anyone here has heard it before, that would be why. I travel a lot as an out-of-state college student. Between going home for the holidays and visiting my long distance,

at the time of the story, boyfriend, side note, we didn't break up. We just recently got engaged. making him my fiancee now. I always travel in and out of DFW, and specifically out of the same gate, as I'm usually only flying to and from the same place, on the same airline. All of this is to say that I really know the airport,

and especially this terminal. When I first started flying out of this terminal, it was pretty cruddy and run down. But within the first year of traveling, it had been completely renovated to a gorgeous, almost futuristic-looking terminal. Prior to the renovations, the one thing I hated most about the terminal were the bathrooms. There was a single women's bathroom in the area, with only a handful of stalls. A majority of them didn't lock, and the ones that did had such wide gaps by the door

that I swear I could stick my hand through the gap and shake someone else's hand. plus make eye contact with the person in the stall next to me if we happened to stand up at the same time. After the renovations, the bathroom was amazing. All of the stalls are floor to ceiling now, and it's just super nice all around. Anyways, there was a time post-renovations that I had just got to my gate and had a bit of time to spare,

so I went to use the restroom. To my shock, when I entered the bathroom, it was not the glorious, renovated bathroom that I had grown to love, but the rundown janky bathroom from before the renovations. I was truly confused and a little bit disoriented by it. I stepped out to see if I was in a different terminal this time and hadn't realized it somehow, but sure enough, it was the nice new terminal. I went back in, quickly did my business, and got out of there. A few weeks later, when arriving back at DFW from my trip, I was coming into the same terminal. I got off my flight and went to the same bathroom again, but this time, it was back to its nice renovated self. Did I somehow step into a time portal bathroom or something?

I'm not sure, but it truly weirds me out. This second story takes place around Christmas of 2021, but I swear I can replay it in my head like it was yesterday. That's how weird it was. My siblings and I were all home for the holidays. We all were, slash, still are, in college and grad schools in different states. Since this is one of the very few times we were all together in the same place, we were catching up and wrapping presents.

My sister and I were sitting in her room with the door shut so that no one would see what we were wrapping and spoil their presents and our brother would come in intermittently to join us We had probably been wrapping presents for about an hour or so And we had a pretty good system down Where we would take turns wrapping a present The other person helping to cut the paper and hold edges down when needed So the other person could tape

We were having a conversation and I had handed the scissors to my sister, as it was her turn to wrap a present. She cut the paper and then set the scissors next to her for a second, so she could pull up a picture of someone to show me. We continue wrapping presents and then set it off to the side when it was finished. I pulled out the length of the wrapping paper that I needed, and then asked her to hand me the scissors. She reaches to her side but realized that they weren't there

and said that she must have already handed them back to me. I looked around on the floor, but they weren't by me. So I lifted up the wrapping paper as I thought, maybe, I had rolled it out over the top of them, but they weren't underneath it. We looked at each other puzzled. I proceeded to look under the bed thinking that one of us could have accidentally pushed them under,

but they weren't there. This turned into a 20-minute search of her room. On top of the bed, the dresser, nightstand, checking under the paper again, etc. Literally everywhere. But they were nowhere to be found. She asked me if we had possibly wrapped them in the previous present, as we'd been pretty engrossed in our conversation and could have overlooked them. So, we unwrap the previous present, but no, they're not there.

We were both starting to feel pretty weird at out. out. Our brother then knocked on the door and came in. We explained the situation to him and he joined our search party. I kid you not, the three of us looked all over the room again for a good half hour, to no avail. Finally, freaked out and defeated, we went downstairs to tell our mom, because we were so confused. It had to be hysterical from her perspective, seeing her three grown children walking into her office, utterly terrified, because the scissors had seemingly ceased to exist. We tell our mom, and she follows us upstairs into our sister's room.

The first thing she does is lift up the wrapping paper that we had already looked under three times, and boom, they're sitting right there. We were all shocked. I guess moms really canned for them. find anything. My husband and I experienced a sudden shift to day, or something else, at about midnight one night. We were outside late smoking in my driveway. It was dark because it was the middle of the night. Suddenly we saw a wall of light approach us from far off. Not like a flash or explosion, it was a wall of light. We could see it approaching despite happening in theory,

at the speed of light. Then it was upon us. It lit up our entire neighborhood like it was day, but oddly it felt like we were both in this light, and we felt it passed through us. Then it passed behind us and was gone. I checked our security camera. It indeed showed the entire world lit up like day,

but it was so fast in real time, like a sudden blip that when a sudden blip that, when I paused the video and found the point in time it was dark, then light, and then dark. It was literally one frame of the video footage where everything was lit up like day. I saved the video and the screenshots. I sent a screenshot to my mom and then realized the light created no shadows. It also didn't alter the shadows formed by our security light, where that light shined behind us, towards the cars parked in front of us.

Like the source was from everywhere, all around us. Just as if we were in the light source. There were no shadows from us, none of our cars, not even below the cars or in front. So the source was neither above us nor in front of us like a flash. The source was everywhere, for that split fraction of a second. Yet we had been able to see the wall of light approach, as if it was everywhere for that split fraction of a second. as if it had a physical edge, and we were able to see in the moment that all was daylight for just a moment.

Daylight without shadows. It was a significant enough length of time experienced by us both to take this all in, despite seeing on camera that it had been so fast that only one single frame of film caught it. What was that? How can that be explained? Had it been a brilliant flash of lights or explosion,

we'd have seen the shadows created. Was it alien, paranormal or otherworldly? Was there an atomic bomb and we shifted realities? I doubt that, as we had video evidence in our new reality, if that had been the case. I don't get it. There was no temperature difference. There was no sound. We were just suddenly in a pure light source for that moment.

in time, as it physically traveled through us, around us, and was then gone. Any thoughts or rational explanations? Hi, Raven. I sleep to your stories almost every night, and honestly, they're very soothing. I've never posted before, this is my first time, but I always listen to all your podcasts. Thank you. Now, I will tell you my story. It all began around 2020, when COVID-19 hit, and everyone was stuck at home. I belong to a religion with specific customs, such as praying multiple times a day and fasting from dawn to dusk,

during a particular time of the year. This detail is important because it plays a key role in my story. During 2020, while many were fasting, it became common for people to stay awake until dawn, so they could eat before sunrise. Around this time, many young people in my country, particularly those aged 15 to 30, became captivated by a man who gained fame by dancing live online to keep everyone entertained. It was an unusual phenomenon, but it brought people together, almost like a virtual social gathering during a period when everyone felt isolated and had nothing to do.

However, due to my country's mix of strict religious norms and political instability, this man was eventually arrested. During his arrest, he was allegedly harmed, and his death was widely reported. I remember vividly how his lifeless images circulated on social media, and many people that I knew mourned him. Despite his peculiar behavior, he provided a much-needed distraction during a challenging time. Here is where things get strange.

Just a few days ago, I saw people sharing his latest livestream and I was utterly confused. I clearly remember the reports of his death, and the photos proving it. So seeing him alive now felt absurd. I have since moved to a different country, and I shared my thoughts with my husband during a call. He laughed it off, saying he recalled the man going silent after his arrest, but that he was never declared dead. I don't know what happened, but a lot of things I remember seem different from how others recall them. It's honestly making me feel like I've shifted realities, and I'm left wondering how long things have been like this. I wish I could see what's happening in the timeline I originally knew.

Every time I try to revisit the past, this scenario seems to change. Thank you for reading my story, and I hope your audience can relate to this strange experience, as much as I do. Hi, Raven. I'm so glad to hear that you're feeling better. Thank you. I've been binge listening to these stories, and it inspired me to give you one about a small glitch I experienced, earlier this year. Ever since my early teen years, I've noticed a small phenomena where random items go missing. This was before the term glitch in the matrix,

so I wouldn't call it that. My 12-year-old self-described glitches, specifically things that inexplicably disappeared and then reappear, the things that are flung into the fifth dimension, go for a spin and then drop back into my lab. It wasn't due to forgetfulness or negligence. Some things did inexplicably vanish, especially things that I treasured.

Sometimes things that weren't mine liked to also disappear. One time, my mother was absolutely convinced that someone stole her nickelback CD. This was the early to mid-2000s before smartphones became a thing and streaming took over the world. It never came back, but some things would and in the most random of places. Sometimes I feel it was just me being a child trying to make sense of the world coming up with explanations for things to help me feel better. Today, I now know that I was on to something.

I'm starting to wonder if this phenomenon is connected to the complex that I live in. Like you, Raven, I'm a Kansas City local. Yo, Kansas City mentioned. I've only moved around a few times, but the only instances where these glitches happened has been in a complex that I grew up in. Then, in later adulthood, moved back into again just a block away.

For obvious reasons, I can't tell you where I live. But I live relatively close to where former President Harry S. Truman once worked. In that, there's an alleged ghost child that occupies a rest of, restaurant close by. Curious things happen here. Anyway, I've never experienced glitches anywhere else. Not my first apartment, or my second or third. There was that one time living with my in-laws,

I swear there was a spirit portal that opened up, and it smelled so awful, like a rotting corpse filled with something rancid. And my spouse dealt with night paralysis at the time. Another story for later. This brings us to the heart of my tail. The latest sacrifice given unto the fifth dimension, or glitch, as I described now in 2024,

I had these wireless earbuds that comfortably wrapped around my ear. They are a bit larger than regular buds, and subsequently easy to see, easy to find. I could shake my head or do a handstand and they would stay on. They were so nice. I used them frequently to listen to podcasts and music, and often did so while folding laundry in my bedroom. Nothing like listening to scary ghost stories while folding socks, right?

One evening, I finished putting up said socks. I was exhausted from a day on my feet doing housework all day. I threw myself into bed and took my glasses off, sitting them on the side table. Then my earbuds. Except I missed my mark. and one of the earbuds dropped to the floor. With my blurred vision, I watched it fall. I saw where in the general area it fell,

in front of the dresser, close to a wall and beside the side table. An annoyed, I got out of bed, put my glasses back on and turned on the side lamp to look for it. Like I said, these earbuds are large and hard to miss. They shape around your ears, so it's not like it can get trapped in a small course. corner somewhere. It was gone. I began to tidy up the area thinking maybe it somehow bounced

into the sock drawer that I was too lazy to close. No. I looked under the dresser where there are decorative gaps at the bottom. Not there either. It hadn't bounced into or on to anything. The side table was actually a tiny bookshelf, so it was solid without feet propping it up, and it was too close to the wall for anything to fall behind it. I started details searching, and nothing. I watched it fall on the carpet, and it vanished before my eyes. I saw it happen, and when it did, something deep down told me it was gone for good. I just had to try hunting it down before accepting the truth.

It had flung itself into the fifth dimension. Why did it have to happen to all of my favorite things? It was the left one, the dominant earbud that connected to my phone, so the right one was useless to me. I still keep it on my side table just in case the left one decides to come back to me, but I'm not holding my breath. I have since bought a replacement pair and I make a mental note to keep them together, and in the case, when I'm not using them. That was the fatal flaw I had made that day. I didn't put them in their case. If I had done that, who knows? Maybe the glitch wouldn't have happened.

Thanks for reading my story, Raven, and wishing you well. I don't understand most of what I'm about to write. I was born in 1981, but I have lived much of my life many times. I would like to say that it all started a long time ago, but it's not true. It started sometimes later and sometimes. earlier in my life. I feel like I've been alive for thousands of years,

but it's always been between 1981 and 2043. As far back as I can remember, I was always able to manifest all of what I've wanted, or should I say, what I needed. You know people who talk about the secret and positive thinking?

Something similar. Imagine if every time you think of something happening, it happens, positive, or negative. At first it wasn't anything extraordinary. It was more like going to the bank to find that my account was empty, then wondering what I should do for food the next week. Then, as I look for a solution, I see that someone lost money on the ground.

One time I forgot to bring a fork for lunch during a night shift. I look all over to find one to finally give up and accept that it'll have to eat my pasta with my hand. Then on my way to the lunchroom I see a fork, left where the fire extinguisher is. I know that those stories don't seem extraordinary, but this is how I started to understand the power of manifestation. It's almost like having a guardian angel that gives you what you need when you need it. I wasn't rich, and I didn't want to be.

I wanted to be happy. But happiness is hard, and the power of manifestation can happen in negative ways. In 2006, I was in Banff. I took the bus to go to Calgary. In the bus there was a beautiful woman. The type of woman that I couldn't stop looking at. And I felt as if I knew her.

An automatic connection. I didn't know her and was way too shy to even talk to her. When my bus stops, I left the bus and went shopping in downtown Calgary. On my walk towards downtown, she was on the other side of the road. Then, an hour later, I saw her at the Starbucks. Our eyes crossed. She seemed stressed. It was weird.

It was as if I could feel something, as if it was a reason for why I was there. She then crossed the road and went to a hotel. I then decided to do something that seems crazy. I decided to test myself. I knew that she was in the hotel, but at that moment I couldn't see her anymore. So I decide to walk and listen to my inside feelings. Elevator. Floor 5. The elevator door opens.

I walk in and try to imagine on what would be her room door. Again, I thought I was crazy. Why am I doing this? I just felt it inside of me. I had to. Door 55. I look at it and I feel it. She's some type of escort. I could see it in my mind.

I could see men abusing her. I could see him taking advantage of her. I could see him killing her. Or was it all just my imagination in my head? But inside of me I wish that I could be her man. She needed me to be that man, so that I could give her love, protect her. If I could enter that man's head,

then I could change the story, maybe. Do I just imagine the story or do I use something I know? At that moment, I can see myself doing exactly that. It was as if I was in some type of trance. Again, am I crazy or am I able to take over this man's brain? I'm connected to them, to her, to him. Then it stops, and I don't feel anything anymore. I feel crazy.

What's going on? I run to the elevator and go to the lobby. I later see her get out of the hotel, but I now don't feel anything anymore, other than the satisfaction and accomplishment. But what happened to me? I walk for a long time in the town the rest of the day, not understanding myself,

not knowing what was true or not. I took the last bus to go back to my house in Banff. I later found out that that woman was killed with her daughters in 2016, by the exact same men. It was as if I couldn't stop it from happening. I like to think that she had an extra 10 years on her life. Another time, in 2015, I'm driving a truck of CO2. I lose control and roll over in the ditch.

My tank explodes and the cold white vapor enters my cabin. I'm suffocating and dying and I can hear people yelling. Then I wake up and was now eight years old. Sometime I woke up at 52 years old. each time knowing what the world should be. I can see people who have accomplished great things and other timelines now being very ordinary. So I have given myself a mission to help them, to be this angel. It's impossible to imagine how hurtful it is to see someone who you know as a country's leader,

now being a street junkie. I know my story sounds a little bit like Groundhog Day, but it's not the same. It's not always the same day. It's hard for me to remember past timelines. Sometimes, 25 years can happen without timeline changes. It's like thinking of something that happened many, many years ago, but technically it didn't happen yet. And maybe it won't.

I also wonder what happens to myself when I move to the next timeline. Do I always die? Or does life continue on for myself, but my mind moves. I don't understand why it happens. It feels like I've been alive for thousands of years, a thousand years between 1981 and 2043. I know that others will deny this story to be true, and honestly, I don't know who would believe me. My story is hard to classify as a glitch, as it hasn't happened yet. So let's call it a potential glitch.

I don't usually like to talk about it because I try to forget it, but... Here we are. In 1989, I was 10 years old. My father was diagnosed with cancer. Don't worry, it was a curable one, but still, back then the chemotherapy treatments were rough. I remember my father being really sick for about a week between each session. Anyways, he happened to have two surgeries during his treatments,

and every time he had total anesthesia. When he was about to fall asleep, he would have very vivid and short dreams. Dreams or some sort of visions? I like to think they were regular dreams, but usually dreams are made of nonsense or things that we do were worry about during the day. The first time he had surgery,

he had one of those dreams of my cousin holding two newborn babies and saying, hey, look, while being extremely happy. The year after, my cousin's wife was pregnant. And you guessed it, they had twins. We couldn't believe it. We felt that my father had seemed some sort of future during his surgery. It was just so incredible.

On his second surgery, my father had another dream, and this one is a bit more creepy. It has haunted me since I was ten years old, and even if I try, I cannot forget it. So, this one was about me. He saw me old, lying in an opened coffin. While being creepy, we also all know that it will happen some days, so no big deal and no surprises. However, he also saw or knew somehow that the year was 2054. I don't really believe in visions or premonitions, usually. I'm more on the coincidence side.

But obviously, this one is, and always was, hard on me. Although it was useful once in my life when I've been hospitalized and was so sick from pneumonia that I thought I might die from it. Then I just kept remembering that I was not due until 2054. So this kind of comforted me. But as the years go by, I feel the clock ticking louder and louder. In 254 I will be 76. I feel like I won't be going out that year, but this frightens me so. bad? What if my fear triggers an event? Or if I don't care and go on with my life,

am I going directly into what sets to happen? Can I change the course of things while being careful that year or with my death? Or is it already written in stone somehow? What do you think? And what would you do? I'm not usually a very good storyteller, so I will do my best here. This is something that I witnessed a couple months ago, and my kids keep telling me that I need to share the story. One early Saturday morning, I was up before anyone else in the house was up. I had some coffee and watched a little TV. Then I decided to tidy up the kitchen a bit,

wash the few dishes in the sink, there's a kitchen window over the sink where our two outside farm cats, one orange cat and one black who are never allowed in the house. sometimes come to say hello to us if they hear us. We never open that window. We just say hello back by tapping on the window and saying our normal, hello kitty kitty. So, as I was washing the dishes, our orange cat, Dennis, was in the window, rubbing on it.

I tapped the window and said a few things to him. I like to think they understand what I'm saying through the window glass. I got done with the dishes, grabbed another cup of coffee, and then sat back on the couch. A half hour goes by, and I start hearing some noises. I can't figure out exactly if it's from upstairs, the attached garage or the basement. I feel a little scared by the noises, so I just sit and wait, and hope that someone else gets up soon. Then another half hour or so later, I look to the side of me, and see the orange cat Dennis walk through the kitchen,

heading to go upstairs to the second floor. Of course, I grab him and set him back outside our front door. I think to myself, shoot, the garage door must be open. What other animals got in? I went to check the garage and the door is still locked, and all the windows are shut. My husband then came downstairs, and I told him what happened,

and then made him go down to the base, with me to check the windows. They were also all locked up. The direction the cat came in would have had to have either been through the garage or from the basement. But according to all the windows and doors, that wasn't possible.

Out of curiosity, I checked every window and door in the house, and everything was locked up tight. This incident will forever boggle my mind. I live at board of Via Rai. Embarked and profite. Embarked and celebrate. Rigolet.

Publiere. Savour. Admire. And profite. Villaray, the voice that we love that am. I live in Prince Edward Island, Canada, just outside the capital city of Charlottetown.

I'm a cleaner at a food processing facility where I work five days a week. Sometimes I take the car to work in other times I ride my bus. bicycle, but normally I ride the bus three times a week. I've been taking the bus for about 18 months, so I've met all the drivers on my route. Today I experienced something that continues to blow my mind. I wasn't drinking or under the influence of any substance. What I saw that morning must be a glitch or something bizarre. It was about 7.35 a.m. on August 20th, 2024.

It was a Tuesday, so I expected to see Dave driving the bus, but instead a middle-aged blonde man was driving. I've never seen him before, so I assume he's a substitute driver. I tell him that I will need to transfer to bus two at the upcoming junction so I can continue my commute. It is a 10-minute drive to my transfer bus, and I read a book that I happen to have with me. The book is quite good, and I'm engrossed in my reading. We reached the transfer point, and I'm relieved the local road construction didn't cause any delay, so I won't be late for work. Putting away my book, I approached the door right across from the driver and turned to thank the driver as I always do. And I'm stunned to see my regular Tuesday driver Dave is driving the bus.

Dave is a thin, middle-aged man with brown hair, and Dave looks nothing like the blonde man who picked me up 10 minutes earlier. I hide my shock and exit the bus without saying anything besides... Thanks, Dave. I didn't want to waste time trying to explain what I saw. How could a totally different person be operating the bus one minute, and the normal everyday driver be there moments later? I boarded the transfer bus to continue my commute, and there was no further incident, but I couldn't stop thinking about what I saw.

I didn't even resume my reading. arriving at work I told the one person I trust the most about my bizarre experience on the bus, and she didn't appear to judge me. Did my mind play tricks on me? Or was it something else? When I was 11, my mom's friend got me a necklace with a big amethyst stone, about an inch and a half tall, an inch wide and half an inch thick, carved into the shape of a raindrop.

He said that it would protect me from evil spirits, and it was my favorite color, so I loved it. I wore it everywhere, even when asleep. After a few weeks, I noticed that I was feeling pretty tired all the time. I complained to my grandma about how tired I was, and she said that Amethyst drains your energy. I was super disappointed, but I believed her and took it off. I set it on this chest in the hallway while I went to the bathroom. It was right outside the door,

and I planned to put it in my backpack after I was done. But when I came out, less than a minute later, it was gone. I asked my grandma, she saw what happened to it, but she said that she didn't. She was washing the dishes in the kitchen, and the sink was on an island counter facing the hallway. And she would have seen one of my cousins or siblings if they had come inside and grabbed it.

And I would have heard if anyone had come down the hallway because it was an old trailer with creaky floorboards. And you could always hear where people were in walking. I also heard the dishes in the sink the whole time I was in the bathroom. So it's not like my grandma could have run over and grabbed it without me hearing her. I opened the chest, pulled it away from the wall, and looked behind it. lifted it, looked under it, it was gone. I was so upset.

Every time I went back to my grandma's house, I looked for it again, until the year that she moved out. But it never turned up. Hey, Raven. Greetings from sunny South Africa. In 2017, myself, my then husband, and our two kids were driving home from a long cross-country road trip. The day had been awful and we were all tired of being in the car. Day turned to night, and the kids fell asleep in their car seats. We stopped for gas and some snacks, as we still had a very long trip ahead.

As we left the gas station, I felt a cold tingle run up my arms and thought, Hmm, that's strange. You see, the last time I felt that was when I was ten, just before I electrocuted myself by accident, and woke up on the kitchen floor. I let the strange feeling go, and we carried on driving. About half an hour after leaving the gas station, we were driving through farmlands going uphill.

A truck was coming up the hill on the opposite side of the road, and he had his brights on. As we reached the top of the hill, said truck started blaring its horns at us. Just then, bright lights appeared in the windscreen. It was a truck. Another truck was overtaking the first one and had driven onto our side of the road to do so.

I knew this was it. There was nowhere to go. We didn't even have seconds. I turned and looked at my kids, closed my eyes and braced for impact. I heard it. I heard the crunch of metal on metal. I heard myself scream,

but I don't remember actually screaming. Then I tasted blood. And then I opened my eyes. We were driving downhill still on the road. I looked at my ex and said, What? How? How do we not get hit? He smiled at me and said that he had ample time to swerve away. I was shook and out of sorts.

Body shaking and my mind was going at a thousand miles an hour. He told me not to be dramatic. I couldn't help it. I was pretty sure we had all just died. After that night, and there were changes in everything. Our house burnt down, he lost his job, he became abusive and then in turn led to our divorce.

It felt like I was married to a whole new man. If this is quantum immortality, then it's not the first time I've died. I've never posted here, but this weird thing just happened and I can't really explain it. I was changing a light bulb, and it's... above my kitchen table. It just kind of hangs on its wire, that's how it was designed. But that's besides the point, I think.

So I was changing it from one round bulbous bulb to a larger round bulbus bulb. Also, the new one is opaque white, whereas the smaller one is that yellowy, tinted vintage LED style. Two completely different light bulbs. Merely, they're the same shape, like a ball. So, I got the small one out and proceeded to screw in the larger one, while holding the smaller one in the same hand I'm using to hold on to the light fixture steady, while I screw the big one in there. I said to myself, I should have put this bulb down first.

I feel like I'm going to drop this crap right, and then I dropped it, the smaller bulb. Now, keep in mind, I am standing on a hard surface, kitchen table, which is standing on another hard, hard surface, hardwood kitchen floor. There are no soft surfaces in this room in the house. It's a kitchen. So the bulb slipped out of my hand, and I brace for the sound of glass shattering, and I'm thinking about the mess that I'm going to have to clean up. But there was no sound of glass shattering.

No sound at all. And I can't find this light bulb that I dropped anywhere. I'm freaking out right now. What is this? Where is the smaller light bulb? And why did it not shatter or make a sound when it inevitably hit either the table or floor upon slipping from my fingers? I'm at a complete loss.

It's as if the bulb never existed. But there is a completely different light bulb in there now, so... Explain that. As this ever happens to anyone else? I'm sure most people who watch Glitch in the Matrix content know about the fruit of the loom cornucopia. But if anyone doesn't, there were many accounts of the fruit of the loom having a cornucopia behind the fruit in the logo.

While the company claims to have never had one there, it's pretty weird. People claim it's an instance of the Mandela effect. I would recommend looking it up if you're curious. I want to share my account of this glitch. I have a very distinct childhood memory, around the age of six or seven, of standing in the underwear aisle in Walmart, while my mom shopped. I was examining the logo on a pack of socks listing the fruits, apple, green grapes, purple grapes,

I thought the yellow berries were lemons, and the leaves behind the grapes were spinach. But I didn't know what the big brown fruit was. I asked my mom, and she described it as a cornucopia. It's like a basket for displaying fruit. I said that I wanted one, and she said maybe around Thanksgiving. I remember when I was around 12, looking at a new pack of underwear and being slightly disappointed that they changed the logo. I learned about the glitch pretty recently, and I googled it.

The recreations of that version of that version of... of the logo, look exactly how I remember it. I don't know if this is an indication of us jumping timelines or just a programming mistake in The Matrix, or what? 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.