As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 085 - 28 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: December 4, 2024

Welcome to the 85th 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. There are TWO Ad breaks in this episode. The first is at around 14 minutes, the second is around 58 minutes. 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... Taylor, Jason Lee, Lee, Ron barrows, Crista, Ursie, Josh Orion, Qasharah, RedRainer97, Kallie, RaeJean, Nation-1411, Matheww Shanie, Lisselle M, Danny, Evan, Alx, Chris, Videokojima, Lili Hope, Lupin Fisher , Naomi, Rinny Cullum-Yox, The Swede, Chris 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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my way. Also if the platform your on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. Good afternoon, Raven. I've listened to the podcast for a while, and it always keeps the gears in my brain going as I clean houses all day. Thank you for making this platform as it helps a lot of people.

Thank you. I've contemplated submitting a few of my stories for a long time, and now I have finally found the courage to submit my glitch story. About a year ago, I decided to create my own business. I have worked for other people countless times, and been taken advantage of or treated poorly, so I found something I enjoy doing and stuck with it. I clean houses. It takes long hours, monotonous work, and lots of motivation. Although I find it very rewarding.

I allow myself to listen to podcasts while I work, since it gets so very rewarding. routine and quiet. I decided after a few months that I should reward myself with my newfound earnings and buy something that will help my productivity. Since I was still using wired earbuds at the time, I decided to order some online. I won't say the brand here, but it starts with a bee and rhymes with meats. They were quite expensive, but I've used this brand before and I liked them. So I got them in the mail and opened the box they came with.

there was a storage and charging case that was about the size of the palm of my hand. I wore them a few times, but for some reason they always gave me a headache, and my ears would hurt after wearing them. I decided to put up with it for a while, but discussed trading them with my boyfriend or selling them. The last time I wore them was at a client's house. I grabbed all of my things, including the earbuds, and took them to my car. I got home, went inside, and as I do after a long day, I forgot about them for the night. Keep in mind, I live in the woods in a rural area, so chances of a stranger stealing them are very slim.

The next day I started wondering where my new earbuds had gone. I went to my car and looked in the cup holder, the last place I remembered putting them. Not there. I checked the washer, not there. I logged on to the Find My app and it said they were in my house. I looked everywhere, even places that I knew they wouldn't be. I checked under my mattress, went through all of my office stuff. I even asked the client whose house I was at before they disappeared.

They hadn't been there either. It has officially been about six months since they disappeared, and I still don't know where they went. I deep clean my house weekly and I just didn't. deep cleaned my car for the second time since I've lost them. How could I have lost something the size of the palm of my hand, and something that expensive? I've been thinking about it for months. It's not like me to misplace or lose things like that, and I never had them long enough for them to have been stolen because only one other person knew I had them. Maybe after writing the story, whatever took them, will return them. It's just,

weird they vanished into thin air and that my GPS said they were still in my house. The battery is long dead now, so I can't check it anymore. Thanks Raven for being awesome and reading my story. Keep cool and stay spooky. Hi, Raven. I love your videos about glitches and have one myself to contribute. This happened about 15 or so years ago when my kids were younger. We were spending the day at the state fair,

It was lunchtime, and we visited the food stands gathering all of our favorites. Once we had everything, we looked for a place to sit, and noticed a large picnic table nestled among several others. We found a spot in the middle of the table and began eating our food. A man that was sitting next to my son got up and asked if we wanted his French fry loaf, as he had barely touched it. First of all, for those of you who don't know what a French fry loaf is, it's a bunch of french fries deep fried and pressed into a loaf shape.

You know, typical fair food. And secondly, this was long before we had to worry about the current viruses. So it didn't seem like an unusual request. We gratefully accepted, ate it along with our food, and went on with our day. Fast forward to the next year, when we once again spent the day at the fair. We were hungry and got some food and found the same picket. area as the previous year and sat at a table. Shortly after starting to eat, a man got up and asked us if we wanted his french fry loaf as he had barely touched it.

We were all stunned, as we realized that this was the same man sitting in the same position, and so were we. It was at the same picnic table, and the same food that was being pawned off as the year prior. I'm not sure that I even answered, as I could not believe what had just... happened. He left the food and walked off, just as he had before. My kids and I all looked at each other in disbelief. I know that this was not just my imagination, as this is exactly as my three children also remembered. Even though we were in shock, we still ate the loaf, as it is one of our favorite foods. I don't know why we didn't get it ourselves. Well, fast forward again to the next year, And once again we were spending a day at the fair.

As we were getting our food, we laughed and wondered if we would see the same man again. We wanted to buy a French fry loaf, but decided not to in case we were able to get a free one. We looked for the picnic area, but did not see it. We knew where it was, but it was not there. I know that fairs changed their layout from year to year, but these tables were cemented to the ground. They were nowhere to be found. Dumbfounded, we sat at the same spot on the grass to eat our food. We've gone to this same fair many times after that,

and we're never able to find that picnic area or that man again. My kids and I still talk about it to this day, and we're all very convinced that there was a glitch in the Matrix, but feel that once we realized it, it never repeated. What are your thoughts? Hey, Raven, love your channel. Thanks for helping me see. sleep at night. I have a weird glitch slash creepy story. I was in high school and every weekend I would

spend at my then-girlfriend's house. I spent so much time at their house that her mom would jokingly refer to me as her other son. Her mom was divorced and very independent. She was always running around working in her yard, cutting the grass, trimming the bushes, cutting down large tree branches, etc. me being a tall guy, I used to help her around the house occasionally since my girlfriend's younger brother didn't want to help much. I will refer to her younger brother as Brandon.

I felt obligated to help since I was always there and eating their food. It was the least I could do. One Saturday night, I was at my girlfriend's house and her mom came home with an excited look on her face. She was happy to see me there and asked if I wouldn't mind right,

riding with her down the road to gather some big white rocks she saw piled up on the side of a dirt road. Her mom wanted to use the rocks to decorate a corner area in their backyard. Of course, I wouldn't say no, and I hopped to help her. Her mom then yelled for Brandon, who was upstairs, sealed away in his room to come and help us. My girlfriend would stay home since her mom didn't want to have all of us tag along. We hopped in the mom's SUV. I sat in the front passenger seat and Brandon crawled in the back. Her mom put down all the seats in the back and laid a tarp over everything.

We took off down the road, the construction site was about 15 minutes away. It was late at night, midnight to be exact, and the mom was telling me and Brandon along the way that we should be careful not to get caught, which was funny because we were just taking rocks. The neighborhood was empty in dark, and looked like a tornado had torn through. The streets were covered in dirt from all the construction. The only thing standing was a few houses in the distance. It was dead silent as we parked the car on the dirt road,

the only light being the headlights shining on the pile of big, chalky white rocks, and a few dimly lit streetlights in the far distance. We hopped out and started to, hauling the rocks into the back of the SUV. We loaded up a decent amount of rocks and made some jokes as we all hopped back in. I quickly jumped in the passenger seat and we sped off. Once in the car, we all laughed and joked about the police chasing us down for stealing rocks from a neighborhood. My girlfriend's brother, Brandon, let out a loud laugh from the back seat as he seemed pretty hyped.

We all had a clean getaway. The ride home was quick compared to the journey there. As we pulled into the driveway, the garage door slowly opened as my girlfriend stood there with a smile on her face. She quickly investigated the back seat to look at the rocks that we had taken. As she opened the back door, she says, Hey, where's Brandon? Her mom and I looked at each other and laughed and said, He's in the back.

My girlfriend, confused, then said, No, seriously, where is he? Did he go in the house at the front door? Me and her mom turned around very confused, and sure enough, in the back seat, it was just the chalky, white rocks. We all stared in disbelief at this pile of rocks. Her mom then said, What the hell?

Where did he go? My girlfriend was convinced that we were playing some kind of prank on her. We all just looked at each other waiting for one of us to confess. to playing the prank. We stayed in silence for about a minute, and then her mom's cell phone rings. It was an unknown number. She then looks at us in confusion and picks up the phone.

She says, Hello? And we could faintly hear Brandon on the phone saying, Mom, can you come and get me? Her mom and I had chills running down our spines. We were so confused. Her mom then asks where he was, and he replied, I'm at the construction site.

Why did you guys leave me? Her mom quickly hopped back into the car, heading back to the construction site confused. I stayed back at the house with my girlfriend and explained the whole situation to her. The creepy thing is, me and her mom were carrying on a conversation with Brandon the whole ride back. I remember hearing his distinct laugh. it was a funny squeal-like sound that he would burst out with when excited.

I heard that laugh from the back seat. My girlfriend's mom heard it too. So then, the question remains. Who did we have a conversation with? Who did we hear laughing from the back seat? I ran things through my mind over and over thinking that we made up the conversation with Brandon in our heads possibly. But how did we both hear it? It turns out we did leave Brandon by accident on that dark dirt road unknowingly.

Him being just as confused as us having to walk to the nearest house, and knock on the door at 1 a.m. in the morning asking to use the phone. The family then opened the door for Brandon and then called the cops. Rightfully so, since some teenager was knocking on their door claiming his mom left him in the middle of the night. The mom had ended up putting the rocks back. and tried to explain to the police that it was an accident leaving her kid behind. I, to this day, have no idea who we were talking to that night. I remember Brandon boasting and laughing about how we had a smooth getaway.

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I would like to start by saying that I absolutely adore your channel. I've been listening for about three weeks now, and I've been binge watching mainly the glitch content, which I think is relevant to the story. But anyway, my glitch happened literally today, just a few minutes ago at the time of me writing this. For some context, I'm a 21-year-old female, and I live alone with my dog. Brooke, my nine-month-old Labrador.

I was sat on my bed on FaceTime with my boyfriend. We're long distance right now. We met while I was on a trip in the U.S., but I'm from the U.K. Not super relevant, but I thought I would clarify. My boyfriend and I were talking about some deep things. It was a personal conversation, and due to this, I was hitting my vape, as he was. I was talking to him about some stuff for my childhood,

painful stuff that I find it difficult to talk about. And after I finished and he began talking, I looked around my bedroom which was dimly lit with just my fairy lights on, and my dog was asleep in her bed. I realized that my bedroom door was still open, and the hallway light was off, which, for context, I'm not a friend. to admit that I'm terrified of the dark, and I'm not someone who can sleep or relax in a dark

room with a door still open. So I stood up from my bed and went to close my bedroom door, my phone still in my hand, and my boyfriend with me still on FaceTime. I shut my door feeling less uneasy and go to sit back on my bed, continuing to talk to my boyfriend. As we spoke, I reached down to grab my vape, that I'm almost 99.9% positive I'd been hitting this whole time, and it wasn't there. So I reached to the other side, and again, not there. So a bit more confused now, I say out loud, where the heck did my vape go? My boyfriend suggested that I looked down the side of the bed and on the windowsill, etc., so I did. but again, it was not there.

I got up, opened my bedroom door, and turned on the landing light, quickly checking around and still not seeing it. I returned to my room and start ripping my sheets off of my bed and looking under the pillows. Nothing. Hell, I even checked Brooke, my dog, her bed. It wasn't there. At this point, I felt absolutely crazy. I told my boyfriend so, and we began to. talking about how weird it was, and he was affirming that, yes, I had been vaping, and he doesn't

understand where it's gone. I hadn't left my room, and he saw that for himself. Defeated, I closed my door and just said out loud to my boyfriend. Damn, the Matrix got me, and we laughed. But then I was like, oh, crap, no, I think the Matrix actually did just get me. This was on the forefront of my mind, because, weirdly, as I mentioned earlier, I had literally just been listening to Glitch in the Matrix stories earlier while I walked Brooke. I always listened to some sort of podcast or channel while I'm out, and that day was no different. So I said out loud again, Matrix, do you know how rude it is to steal somebody's vape? And me and my boyfriend laughed, and I turned to Brooke, who was probably confused as to why I was tearing the

room apart and then said damn brook were you asleep on the job referring to her non-literal guarding duties and i sat down brook jumped up with excitement as dogs do whenever you use a silly tone so i went to turn the bedroom light off and returned to my bed when my boyfriend said i guess you got to go checked downstairs. I looked at him like he was crazy. I said sheepishly, I'm not going down there, it's dark. And I laughed nervously, and he said,

Oh, right. I followed up with, and also, I haven't left this room. I was just vaping. I don't see how it could possibly be downstairs. My boyfriend in agreement said, yeah, it 1,000% would be weird as hell if you go downstairs and it's there. We both know you have. haven't been down there.

I laughed and said, It would be weird. It won't be there, but you know what? I guess I can check, deciding I could risk the dark for a few seconds to find my vape. So anyway, I open the door and Brooke runs out ahead of me. I turn on the landing light and go downstairs, turning the light on down there too.

My boyfriend is still on FaceTime. I turn the corner and what do I see right in front of my microwave? my vape. I was literally shocked, and my boyfriend said, No way. I said nothing, still in shock as I nodded and showed the vape to my boyfriend. We both high-key freak out at this point, and I run upstairs as I'm like, nope.

This really unsettled me and made me feel so uncomfortable. I have never had an experience like this before, and before this moment, I wasn't sure if I believed in the Matrix. But now, I'm absolutely positive that we're in a Matrix, and so is my boyfriend, and before we were both on the more skeptical side. I shouted,

Thank you, Matrix, thoroughly freaked out. I really don't know what to make of this situation. I've been sat here talking to my boyfriend and discussing the situation. The Matrix really did say, Bet, watch this, and scared me at 1.30 in the morning. Fair warning, there were mentions of death and suicide in this post. If you're sensitive to those topics, please skip this one. So, about a month ago, I opened YouTube and my feed was overrun by people talking about Nicacado, avocado dying.

I had never really paid attention to him before. I'd seen and heard jokes about him online. I knew what kind of content he made, but I never watched him. This was not someone who would usually show up in my feed, but there were so many videos about him that day, that I finally watched one. And it was another person that I hadn't watched, ranting angrily about how his fan base killed him.

And they showed a clip of Nicocato angry, screaming, swearing, and crying about how messed up everyone is, and then reaching off camera to pick up a certain weapon that I don't want to say the name of, because I don't want Raven to get in trouble for saying it on YouTube. It's very considered, thank you. And then saying something like, this is the last time you'll ever see me. After I upload this video, I'll be gone.

And the comments and other videos were full of people blaming each other and arguing about whose fault it was. And for a few days, the internet was blowing up about it, and discussing issues with engaging with content about people putting their lives in dangers for views. It was very overwhelming, and it was everywhere. I even remember seeing a news article post about his autopsy, being used in some college study to study the effect of obesity and overeating. And even though I didn't know him or watch his content, I was really effective. by the whole situation.

It was very shocking and upsetting, seeing the way that people reacted. Pointing fingers, denying involvement, countless video essays, it just went on and on. Then, one day, I didn't see anything about it anymore. It was like everyone forgot,

and I really didn't know what to think. Then, today, Matthew Santoro mentioned him in a video about YouTubers lying to people, and I thought he was going to say that Nick Cato faked his death. But instead, he talked about how he had been uploading pre-recorded videos while losing weight and showed him after his weight loss. I was shocked and very confused. So I've been searching the internet to figure out what actually happened, and I see the video he posted titled Two Steps Ahead and watched part of it. I didn't watch the whole thing because I don't like that. I don't like

watching people eat. But it was nothing like the video that I saw before. His attitude was the complete opposite. He was wearing different clothes. But I swear it was posted on the same day. Friday, September 6th. I don't know why I remember the date. I never remember dates, but this one stands out to me for some reason.

It all feels so weird, but I don't know if I dreamed it, or if it's some kind of delusion or false memory. But if it was something my brain fabricated, why would it be about a YouTuber I had barely heard of? Maybe it was a glitch, or maybe I came from another timeline or dreamed myself into one. I'm just so confused.

It was so real and it was everywhere and then it was just gone. I really cannot wrap my head around it. Is there anyone else who saw this happened? Because I'm just so confused. First of all, I'd just like to say that I love these glitch in the Matrix stories and really look forward to listening to them each week. And keep up the good work, Raven. Thank you.

I've experienced a lot of unusual things over the years, from premonitions to synchronicity. But most of these I would class as glitches. My most recent glitch happened on my way home from work a few months ago. I work in London and use several modes of transport to get to and from work. The last part, on the way back, involves getting a bus which drops me a couple of minutes from my house. On this particular day, as I walked to the bus stop to catch the bus, I passed a middle-aged Sikh man and a teenage girl, who I assumed to be his daughter.

It's not unusual to see a Sikh man in London, but they do seem to stand out a bit more than other people because of their turbans. The man was wearing a royal blue one, which made him stand out even more as I hadn't seen one of that color before. I'd say that I'm probably a bit more observant than most people, and am very aware of everything around me. It's just the way that I am. Anyway, after passing the Sikh man,

and his daughter, I walked to the bus stop to wait for my bus. I was standing at the end of the bus stop looking down the road to look out for the bus, but I could also see the path next to the stop and see the people walking up to it. After about a minute, at the bus stop, I was astonished to see the same Sikh man walk past the bus stop with his daughter. I was so shocked and bewildered that as they passed, I did a quick double-take and stared at them an utter disbelief, so much so that the girl looked right at me. God knows what she was thinking, as she saw me staring at her and her father.

But the expression on my face must have been a picture. How could this be? I passed them walking up the street two minutes earlier, so how could they be walking up the same street again? The bus stop is next to a gym, which is part of a block, which also contains a supermarket. Maybe they had walked around the block and had come around again, I thought. But that wouldn't have been possible in the time frame that had happened. I looked it up on Google Maps when I got home to see if this was possible. But there wasn't a connecting road to do this.

I tried to think of any other explanation as to how they could walk up the road again after having already done so two minutes earlier. Perhaps they turned around after they passed me earlier and walked past me earlier and walked past the bus stop to look for something, and then turned around again and walked back up the road past the bus stop. However, if they had done that, I would have seen them, as I was facing down the same road and would have seen them walk past. Another possibility is that they could have crossed over the road and looped back to this side of the road, but again, I would have seen them do this. I even wondered if it was the same man and girl, but

I know what I saw earlier, and it was definitely the same people. The only explanation, as crazy as it seems, is that I saw the same two people twice. Once further up the street, and again further

down the street, but walking in the same direction. My question, if this was a glitch, is which one of these was the real man and his daughter. On balance, I think the second time I saw them

was them actually walking up the street, and the first one was some kind of projection or premonition. As the girl looked at me when I saw them the second time, I think that one was real, if anything, is real. Unfortunately, the first time I saw them was after they had walked past the bus stop, so I didn't see whether the girl turned her head to look at something when they passed the stop.

I wish I had looked to see where they went the second time I saw them. Maybe they would have disappeared further up the road to loop back again forever and ever. Hi, Raven. I discovered your channel about six months ago, and I would like to thank you for the work you do. I definitely just experienced a glitch in the Matrix. I'm a 48-year-old man from Manchester, England, UK. I work as an account manager for a commercial energy supplier. It's a regular 9-5 office job.

My coworkers are of various ages, some younger, some older, so it's a very mixed age environment, and everyone gets along well. Earlier in the week, one of my colleagues, who's 24 years old, told me how she's been having trouble with toothache from one of her wisdom teeth. It was the usual story, and that. that she says the pain comes and goes, and her dentist has said there's no need for any serious treatment, and to come back in a few months for a checkup. I know there's a really good toothache painkiller called Oragel, and said that I would get some.

She said she'd never heard of it, but thanks for offering, and that was the end of the chat. Fast forward to Saturday, I went out with one of my mates to a local town, whereby he needed to pick up his car. So we got to the train there and had a few drinks and a bites to eat. We got to his car and he gave me a drive home. When I got home, I felt like another drink or two, so I went to my local supermarkets to get a bottle of wine. While on the way to the alcohol aisle to get the wine, I passed through the pharmaceuticals aisle. And that's when I spotted the toothache gel that I was talking to my coworker about. I thought it was a majorer. I thought it was a coincidence and I should obviously buy it for my friend at work as a nice gesture.

Now, Orogel comes in a red cardboard box and always has. As I got it from the shelf, I noticed there was another version of Orogell in a blue box, which cost the same price, four pounds. I was confused and intrigued as I had never seen the blue version, so I was reading the content to see how it was different. There was no difference. I had the red box in my hand and read it, and sure enough, it was all the same ingredients as the new blue box. I thought, well, I'll buy the red box,

but as I was still feeling puzzled, I looked back at the shelf to see the blue box version. There was no blue box version. Not only that, there was no red box version either. I stood there holding the red box in the box, my hand looking at the shelf where I had just picked it up from, in the line of boxes, and it was gone. The two sections of the shelf where the ore gel was sold had disappeared. There was no toothache gel in that store, other than the one I had in my hand.

I stood there shocked and confused, as there was literally nowhere to put the red box back on the shelf. Feeling stunned, I went and bought my wine and toothache gel, walked out at the store. What just happened inside is impossible, and I'm back at home writing this while trying to make some sense of whatever just happened. So, when I was younger, maybe around 11 years old back in 1993,

I was taken to Disneyland by my brother's girlfriend. We rode rides and had lots of fun. As the day went on, maybe on our third or fourth ride, we went on the Pirates of the Caribbean. It's a little boat ride, which just so happens to go around a seating area for a restaurant called Blue Bayou.

I told my brother's girlfriend that I wanted to go eat there, and she told me that she didn't have enough money for that, so when we got off the ride, we ended up just getting a turkey leg. Now, this was before California Adventure was built, and downtown Disney. My glitch, is that that restaurant was called something very different from the Blue Bayou.

It was called Rainforest Cafe. I swear that it was called Rainforest Cafe, and I've been there 15 to 20 times, knowing this as the Rainforest Cafe. And this last year, my wife, she bought us annual passes for us and the kids, and when we went on the Pirates the Caribbean ride, I immediately told her, hey,

they'd change the name of the restaurant there. It was called Rainforest Cafe before. And then I told her that I'd always wanted to eat there. She told me that we would have to make reservations for this place, and just yesterday we went, and she told me that she has reservations. So, we went to the restaurant, and when the older man came to refill our water, I asked him when they changed the name of the restaurant. And he said it's always been the Blue Bayou,

ever since 1968 when they opened this restaurant. Anyhow, that's my glitch. Anyone else been to this dimension with me where the blue bayou was once called the Rainforest Cafe? Hello, Raven. I've been a listener of your channel for a while now, and I really enjoy the stories here. I was actually listening to some older videos when I was reminded of a strange thing that happened to me, a few years ago that may or may not have been a glitch. I was around 19 at the time.

This happened in 2021, and I was in my first year at my current job. My work schedule isn't very consistent. It just depends on the week. This particular day I was scheduled for the morning shift, and I had to be at work at 8 a.m. As I don't have a car of my own yet, my dad was the one driving me to work that morning. In the mornings, I typically wake up at least an hour before I have to be.

be at work. So 7 a.m. I get ready fairly quickly. Between 10 and 15 minutes. Then I go back to my room and lay down to my bed and scroll social media or YouTube until I leave the house 20 minutes before my shift begins. It takes roughly 15 minutes to get to my job depending on the traffic. I'm very rarely late, usually clocking in right on time. And now, as they're say, the glitch. This particular morning, I woke up at seven and did my usual routine to get ready for work. And after getting dressed, I go back to my room to look at my phone. My dad was also awake by this time and was on his phone in the living room.

I was still feeling tired, so I decided to catch some extra rest instead of looking at my phone, so I closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I did not. check the time, but I knew it was time to leave the house. So I grabbed my things and went to go tell my dad that it was time to go. We head out and eventually gets to my job around the normal amount of drive time. I tell him by and head inside to clock in for the day. Everyone greets me as usual. I clock in and I start my tasks for the morning. I work in a restaurant and my morning tasks usually involve prepping food. I'd been there at the most around 30 minutes when I finally

glance over at the clock. It read a few minutes before 10 a.m. I think to myself, wait, that can't be right. My shift started at 8, and I hadn't been at work for that long. How could it already have been 10? I checked the clock on the work computer just in case the analog clock on the wall was incorrect, and it read the same time, a few minutes before ten. At this point I'm baffled. How did I lose almost two hours like that? My most rational thought was that in that moment I had closed my eyes to rest before leaving the house, I ended up sleeping for much longer than I intended and arrived at work late.

But that wouldn't make sense. My dad knew I had to be in at eight. if I had fallen asleep, he would have come to check on me after having not left my room at my usual time to leave with him. And even if he didn't, my coworkers would have called me after a certain amount of time passed after my shift began, to ask where I was. I'm a very punctual person when it comes to work. And if I'm more than five minutes late without notice, my coworkers immediately call to check on me. So it seems as if I just happened to. to lose two hours out of nowhere.

I've had a few other minor glitches happen to me, things seemingly disappearing and reappearing in their usual spots. One glitch I believe I experienced with my grandmother, but I might save that one for another entry one day. Hello, Raven. I've had odd events happen throughout my life, such as thinking about someone I have not seen in a long time, and then having them turn up unexpectedly within a day or two.

I've thought about songs from years ago, and suddenly they're playing on the radio. I even knew the moment that my grandfather passed away. I was sitting on the couch one evening with my five-month-old son when I heard the siren of a fire truck rush by my house. Something soothing washed over me. It was almost like a hug. I looked at my son and softly said,

Your great-grandpop is gone. Five minutes later, my sister called me to give the news of Pop's passing. I dreamt of my grandmother the night that she passed. I dreamed that my mom and I were looking at a family photo album. In my dream, my mom pointed to a photo of my grandmother. My grandmother was really young in the picture. It was from the 1940s, and she was so beautiful. My mom points to the picture, looks at me with such sadness, and says,

she's not with us anymore. The next morning, my mom gave me the news of my grandmother's passing. This I attribute to having a close, almost spiritual connection to the people, places, and things that I care deeply about. The last thing that has happened started out some years ago. My husband and I moved into a house that was built in the 1950s, When we purchased the house, the kitchen consisted of the standard 1950s metal cabinets, old gas stoves, and no storage to speak of.

We were getting ready to go out one evening, and I was standing in the kitchen putting on my favorite earrings. They were garnets, and were a Christmas gift from my husband. They were very small due to our tight budget for Christmas gifts. Garnet is my very favorite gemstone. However, it's not my birthstone. It is, however, my dad's birthstone. To continue, I was putting on the earrings when I dropped one of the earrings on the kitchen floor. My husband and I both looked everywhere for it with no luck.

Fast forward eight or nine years. For some reason, I just could not get rid of the single garnet earring that I had left. I thought about giving it to my brother since he had one pierced ear. but something kept telling me not to. My husband and I decided that it was time to update the kitchen and that we had sufficient funds to do so. We completely gutted the kitchen. Walls, floors, everything came out.

My dad helped with the renovation of our kitchen and was a tremendous help with his knowledge of things having to do with renovation. Fast forward another year or two, we completely loved our new kitchen, especially knowing that my dad helped with this project. He passed away in 2016. One day, not long after his passing,

I came home from work early. The sun was streaming through the back kitchen window, lighting up the room with bright afternoon sunlight. As I walked into the kitchen, there on the floor was something very small and sparkling. I picked it up, and to my surprise, it was the garnet earring. not the one that had been in my jewelry box without its mate for so many years, but the one I lost prior to us gutting the kitchen for a remodel.

I stood there looking at it laying in the palm of my hand, and then realized that it was my dad's birthday. I've enjoyed wearing my tiny garnet earrings ever since, and now I can't help but think that my dad returned them to me. I wrote to you last month, and I was actually surprised you used what I wrote. But if you want to link my last story with this one, it's a follow-up. If people have questions, I will be happy to answer with the best of what I believe to know. I have trouble believing in myself. How can I expect others to believe me? Today is a tough day.

I feel sad. I try really hard not to let myself fall into the state of mind. I know that I create or attract my own timeline, or more like what I need in general. This was in a Montreal suburb. 1988 seems to be the year that I mostly wake up, or maybe I remember this one because at this age I was seven years old, in my bed. I want to cry. I could remember my girlfriend and her beautiful smile, a toddler named Bobby.

He was two years old. I was in High River Alberta in the spring of 2013, I believe. I had a job in a big restaurant franchise, but when I opened my eyes, I was back in 1988. I wake up, and it's morning. I have to get ready. My dad and his new girlfriend are preparing to go to the market to sell everything they have. They will soon move north of Quebec to build a house in the forest. I already know that it will fail and they'll be back in about.

about two years. Tomorrow, I'm going back to my mom's house. It makes no sense. I was 32 years old yesterday with a family. I've learned not to talk about my experience. It makes people act weird toward me. You don't realize the impact this has on someone's mind, not knowing if what you live or what you are is real.

It's been happening many times. I've lost track. I mean, I never really kept track, I guess. When exactly did I start to realize this? To explain how it feels, I'll give you an example. Do you remember exactly where you were two years ago from now? What you did? You probably do, but it's most likely a vague memory or an approximate idea.

Now, imagine you live about 50 years and wake up at 7 years old, but it's the same life. It's easy to think and believe that you just have to buy a lottery ticket, right? Remember the numbers for 50 years, or whenever my life ends this time. Or that I just have to make all the same choices again, as if that were remotely possible. When I was seven years old, I felt consistently sad and depressed. I found myself knowing and talking about things that didn't interest other children, often discussing concepts related to the future. As I grew up, I lived my life to the best of my knowledge, and eventually my life became different from what it had been before.

I made different choices, because how I felt inside diverged from how I was feeling and acting in my previous timeline. I suppose. It was simply different, leading me to make different decisions. At times, I would recall or feel certain things. example, I spent many nights with a guy who worked at a gas station in the late hours, sharing hypothetical stories with him. I would clarify that these tales weren't true, but rather imaginative scenarios about what our lives could have been,

as if we were characters in a TV show. He never really understood why I stayed awake so often to hang out at the gas station with him. To be honest, I wasn't entirely sure myself. I just felt like I should be there. Then, one night, I decided not to go and instead chose to sleep. I was tired. At 3 a.m. I opened my eyes and felt an unsettling sensation that I shouldn't have been asleep. It felt like I should have been with him for a reason, an inexplicable pull.

I tried to convince myself it was all just my imagination. The next morning, I realized that he had been the victim of an accident. attempted robbery. But fortunately, he wasn't hurt. He was just in shock. It happened right at 3 a.m. I have to believe in myself. Did I know something or did I somehow manifest the event by merely thinking about it? What I do know is that I need to follow my instincts because I seem to know things without fully understanding why. So when I had the chance to take a trip to the west of Canada in 2004 with my friend, I decided to go. Fast forward to 2008,

when I got hired at a fast food restaurant in the south of Calgary. There, I met a girl I had somehow anticipated meeting. It felt almost too easy. I believed I only had to follow my instincts to navigate life smoothly. I thought she might be falling in love with me. In a way, she was, but I became over-carriage. confident and started sharing everything about my life and feelings with her. I told her that I had known, since I was seven years old, that we would meet and have children together.

What can I expect? My story does feel crazy, and she probably thought I was crazy. So it didn't work. I eventually lost my job, had to move away. No children. This life doesn't exist this time. Seriously, I was now wondering if it ever even happened. Did I make up that story about timelines? I had my answer four years later. Spring, 2013, the town was flooded during the night. It matched. It made sense.

The flood happened, and I woke up at seven years old, remembering her and my children, because I probably died that night. We probably died. All I know is that I sometimes take a look at her Instagram, and she's happy with two little girls. And I'm not seven years old again. For now. Hi, Raven.

As always, thank you so much for your content. I absolutely love listening to your stories. Thank you. I'm an Australian woman and a long-time gamer. I don't drink smoke or take recreational drugs. Gaming is my hobby. downtime and fun. At the moment, I'm obsessed with Eldonring and Pahlia, as well as Valheim.

But the biggest commitment I have ever had to any game is World of Warcraft. I subscribed in November 2004 and have never unsubbed my two accounts. I love Warcraft and always will, despite the many controversies and terrible, terrible story and lore decisions by the dev team, but that's another story. Warcraft is an MMO-R-PG, and for those who don't know, that means massive multiplayer online role-playing game.

It can be very social, but over the years, most of my friends stopped playing, and I either play alone or with my sister. I'm fine with this. I'm extremely asocial and quiet, and am comfortable with being alone. In Warcraft, I have more than 80 characters, over 20 years it's been easy, and fun to make them.

Try new classes, races, and specs. And I adore Transmog, dressing them. I rarely delete a character because eventually I do play them all. Last year, I decided that I needed a new mage, a human. I have many elf mages, and most of my characters are horde. There are two factions, horde and a line. But I didn't have an alliance mage and decided that human would be a good choice. I made her, and when it came time to name her, I wanted something uncommon but human.

I'm half German, so I decided on Liesel. Lysel is not a name I have ever heard anyone called in Australia, and I was able to get the name in WOW with no issue. That's not to say there are no Laisels. rather it's a rare name here. I started her, leveled her to over 65 over a few months, enjoyed playing this character a lot,

and as is the way with Warcraft, the lure of my main character eventually won out, and I stopped playing Leysel for a while. A few months ago, I was playing my main and thought, I should log Leesel in. I hadn't thought about my human mage in a while and was logging off my main and going to the character selection screen to log Lassel in.

I was interrupted by my phone ringing. No one rings me. Well, other than the occasional scam call, but I'm careful regarding online privacy, so even this is rare. I looked at the number and saw that it was a call from Western Australia, across the country. I decided to answer and said a tentative,

Hello? Laisal? A man's voice demanded. I froze, looking up at my screen and at my human mage, Leysel on the character selection screen. Pardon? I asked. Is Leesel there? He said loudly. No, I'm...

And then he hung up. I wanted to call back, but was feeling quite panicked. Who was he? And why was he looking for Leesel as soon as I thought my mage? Liesel. I don't even understand how this is... can be a glitch. What is the purpose of this?

Am I Laisal in another reality logging in my character who has my name? My windows always have blackout curtains because I like to game in the dark. I don't know anyone in Western Australia, and I had no friends online when this happened, nor would they have known that I was about to log Liesel in, and I hadn't even pressed enter when my phone rang. It's so bizarre I don't understand what happened or why

It scares me a bit to remember and it's just so Unexplainable Hey Raven Long time since my Lola story I've been recovering from knee surgery number two Hope you recover quickly I was living with my abusive ex back in 2015 At her equally evil mom's place

where I had quite a few crazy experiences, but this one takes the cake. Oftentimes I was by myself, thank God, due to her job, until one of her kids came home. There were only two animals in the house, a cute little parakeet who sang when you walked by, and the dog who wouldn't cause much, if any, issues. One day, I was working on details for my debut wrestling promotions show,

booking guys, etc. I was getting pretty hungry, so I walked through the hall into the living room and into the kitchen. When I walked by, I heard the familiar singing and said hello to the parakeet who was climbing all around its cage. Dog was being a dog, sleeping on the couch. I recall having a serving of Oikos's triple zero yogurt and some leftovers or something along those lines. I grab all my stuff, head back to the room to eat, and, and continue working on things. After eating,

I don't like leaving dishes or trash lying around for too long, letting my tummy rest a few moments before I traverse the hallway into the kitchen once more. Suddenly, I realized, where's that familiar chirping? Not a single claw noise? Not a peep of anything? Drum roll,

that damn bird 100% completely disappeared off this planet. if not the universe. I've had a completely paranormal life, but this? Oh, no, this was the pinnacle of experiences, outside of out-of-body experiences or near-death experiences. How does a little parakeet disappeared in a ten-minute span of time? I checked the house. I checked everywhere.

That's when I double-checked the cage, and guess what? It was locked. I called the ex saying that she needed to get to. get home ASAP, because the bird had vanished. We checked the dog's mouth just to make sure he didn't somehow eat the poor thing, but no. Couch cushions? No. Behind the couch and other spots?

Nope. What we did find was a trail of feathers from the kitchen to her mom's door, which was shut and locked. Those feathers were in a circle. Seeing this is typically a bad sign, yet out of Dodge kind of issue. Eventually, I did legitimately plan an epic escape from her, considering all the ridiculous activity inside and outside the house. It's a literal miracle that it got out without a single issue. Due to a lot of experiences, such as the loud hiss I once heard, there was some badness in this house. My theory is either whatever was there actually helped me to get out, because it couldn't affect me,

or I had another type of supernatural friendly help. Even evil has its own rules, codes, and morals, despite popular belief. Perhaps my attempts to reason with it asking if it could chill until I can get out benefited me in the end, because there's simply no other way I could have gotten out of that house without spiritual intervention. My bags, PC, and everything else were sitting in the room packed, door closed. Her mom came home, and I had an oh-crap moment. Luckily, she didn't stay very long. I made my escape, and here I am.

Whoever, or whatever, you did me a solid. And I'm sure the bird is somewhere, happy and safe. Hello, Raven. I always have had vivid dreams and nightmares. I wake up, usually to realize I was dreaming, as they seem as real sometimes as the reality I wake up to. Because of this, I've begun writing down my dreams. This was one of the weirdest dreams I've ever had.

I titled The Dream in My Journal, The Woman in the Mirror, and it happened September 24th, 2024. When my husband gets up for work, I usually wake up briefly to say goodbye and I love you. But then I usually go back to sleep as I have an extra hour, before work. Well, I went back to sleep that morning for the hour, and I had a horrendous dream of a vampire trying to possess me through the bathroom mirror.

I was in front of the bathroom mirror in my house, and when I looked in the mirror, it wasn't my face, but a pale, skinny woman with black eyes, black irises, and pupils. She had black hair with the wolf-style haircut that women had a lot in the 2022, to 2023 range. Originally, the haircut style is from the 70s and 80s. She wore deep red lipstick in a black and red outfit. This woman in the mirror was trying to possess me.

Instinctively, a thought said, vampire. I was staring at a vampire in the mirror. I could sense my body, but this woman was in my reflection. I needed to turn on the light in the bathroom as it seemed very, dim lit but not dark. It was like a gray sheet was pulled over my eyes. When I turned on the bathroom light,

it was still dark slash dim for me. I remember being confused and scared, turning on and off the light thinking that it was out. But I could tell that a small bit of light was working. She moved when I moved in the mirror.

I tried to take a photo of this woman in the mirror with my cell phone so that I could show my husband my experience. But some unseen force was restraining my arm and hand. I couldn't move like normal. It was like she was trying to stop me from moving my own body. When I finally held up my hand in the struggle, my eyes saw in the mirror that she didn't hold a cell phone,

but an old wireless phone with an antenna that you pull out. In the mirror was a phone from the 80s, not my cell phone. I looked at my hand. I held the old phone. I laughed at how convenient it all was that I couldn't prove my experience. The woman's lips began moving in a speech in the mirror, but I couldn't hear anything she said.

My hearing was like I was underwater. I couldn't read her lips either because it was hard to see in the dim light. I noticed her bathroom was slightly different than my bathroom, but similar. It looked similar in the reflection, but we had identical-sized mirrors. She used her left hand to reach for her older style hairdryer talking to me, but I couldn't hear her. My left arm also moved in a reach like she did, mirrored. I was matching her movements now. I leaned forward to the woman to look at her really close in the eyes.

She copied my movements perfectly. I was smiling at her, telling her how amazing. she was throughout. I was not afraid of her, but inside I was terrified of the situation. At the same time, I felt like something was protecting me.

I felt a warmth of love protecting me. It was not love for this woman in the mirror, but something full of love was protecting me like an angel. At the same time, I felt like the woman in the mirror was warning me somehow. I didn't

feel good vibes from her anything, I just felt like she was telling me to be careful who I allow inside, or they will take over, as she demonstrated by resisting my movements. Was it a ghost trying to possess me in the dream realm? Or, instead, did I go back in time? The old phone is evidence to that theory. It was a bizarre experience, nonetheless. It felt so real.

My hearing was muted, my eyesight was dim, and I couldn't move fluently. I'm just glad that I woke up. I woke up three minutes before my alarm went off for work. I'm sharing this because I heard others in your community describe their eyes having been dimmed somehow in glitch experiences. It intrigued me to maybe think that it's related somehow. Did this vampire connect to me somehow with the mirror? My sister thinks that it could have been a goddess, but I don't believe in such things. Who knows?

It was only a dream, after all. A couple of years ago, two friends visited me. We'd been eating and drinking coffee and had a nice evening. Later, I was going to drive them home, and my one friend was checking that she didn't forget anything. When she was in the hallway putting on her shoes, she had the phone there. When we sat in the car, she was sending an SMS to a friend. I saw the light from the phone. After a few kilometers, she reached for the phone to check it,

to see if she got any replies from the friend, but she couldn't find her phone anywhere. We stop at a gas station and look because me and her boyfriend were convinced it fell under the seat. We looked everywhere, but no phone. Then, her boyfriend, who doesn't believe in anything like glitches, says, you probably forgot it at my place. So, we went back, and the phone was lying on the living room table. I saw her holding her phone walking to my car, and I saw the light from the screen when she

sat in the car. I can't explain this. How did the phone disappear from a car kilometers away back to my house? I've never told people about this because they just think I'm crazy, but I know what I saw, and there is no explanation. In a trip to the UK in 2011, my husband and my cousin and I got in on a pub quiz in York. We weren't really interested at first,

so we didn't take any answer sheets, but to pass the time, I went ahead and started writing down the answers on my own sheet of paper. I started with number one, so we didn't miss any. Around number 15, I believe, I heard the lady that was calling out the questions skipped to 17, or something. I can't remember the exact numbers, but I know that she skipped at least two.

As my husband was ordering at the bar, I looked to my cousin for confirmation that I had heard correctly, and he agreed that she had skipped a couple of numbers. I expected some participant in the quiz to correct her or ask her about it, but nobody said anything. The lady went on calling out questions. She continued, in order, to number 25, and then suddenly she skipped to 29. This anomaly was confirmed by both my husband and cousin. And again, nobody corrected the lady or asked about the skipped numbers. I could only assume that, one, the quiz worked in some odd way that we weren't familiar with,

that the locals were, or two, somebody. would point out the mistake before the lady called out the answers. Maybe ask what the number to those questions were. However, that never happened. The question stopped at 30, and then the lady began calling out the answers. I waited curiously for her to get to the numbers that she had skipped. I was positive that when she called out those numbers, somebody in the pub would protest and say she had never given the questions.

Instead, when she did get to those numbers, 16, 19, 26, through 28, I remembered those questions being called out. By the end of the answers, I realized that every answer she had called out had been to a question that I had, in fact, heard her ask. What's more, my husband and cousin remembered all the questions, too. We couldn't figure it out. We never did.

figure it out. There appeared to be no confusion in the pub whatsoever. Unfortunately, we didn't think to ask anyone else in the pub if they had observed the same thing we did, and I wish so much that we had. I will add that none of us were drunk or even buzzed. We had just had one beer and had barely started on them when this was happening. Hello, Raven. I have always enjoyed your channel and decided to write you a story that happened to my sister,

Mary and I, in the year 1982. I was born in 1962, and was 20 years old at this time, and my younger sister, born in 63, was 19 years old. Neither of us were believers in the paranormal or time slips, but that day made us at least rethink things. Our late grandfather had left our father, the owner of a huge antique shop, in New York City. Business was good.

Back in those days, people wore suits and dresses to work more so than today. On this day, I was wearing my single-breasted navy suit with black shoes, while my sister was in her body-hugging pink dress and sandal-high-heeled shoes on her feet. She looked lovely with her blue eyes and long brown hair. In our antique shop that was family-owned, only the family workers could take the elevator down to the basement to get more antique supplies to bring upstairs to sell. On this day, my sister and I took the elevator downstairs to the basement

to look for more supplies to sell. When we were doing this, I felt like a smoke. My sister Mary and I are light smokers, and only enjoy smoking sometimes. I asked my sister to join me as we both opened up the huge basement side door to get a breath of fresh air in the summertime and enjoy a little smoke. But as soon as we did, we noticed we were not in 1982 New York City anymore, but more like 1930s Manhattan. We immediately noticed the Empire State Building looming over us and the many old-fashioned cars, even a Pierce-Aro luxury car.

We saw many enormous and size yellow taxi cabs carrying their passengers to their destination, as a middle-aged cop directed traffic. Come on, my sister said to me, smiling and grabbing my hand. Let's get a newspaper and see what year this is. Mary and I soon came up to a newsboy. We paid for a paper, and I could see that the year was 1963, the year of our father's birth. We also read that it was the month of June, and notorious mob boss, Lucky Luciano, was being sent to prison. This was all fascinating to me. because I loved reading about gangsters.

The paper also talked about the American president at the time, Franklin D. Roosevelt. While we were reading the newspaper, Mary and I saw another man buying a paper from the newsboy. He reminded me of my favorite old movie star Humphrey Bogart, in his gray fedora hats and double-breasted gray pinstripe suit and black and shiny shoes. Like Bogart, he had a cigarette dangling from the side of his mouth. The way Mary and I dressed actually fit pretty well in this time period. Male dress suits did not change too much from 1900 to 1980s, and Mary's dress did not look too out of place either. At least neither of us looked glaringly out of place in 1930s, New York, we thought.

Nobody was staring at us unusually, and we were both thankful for that. While my sister and I were still reading the paper, we noticed a very good-looking but dangerous-looking couple walk up to us, with a gang of tufts in back of them. They looked like the Chinese Tongs of New York City 1930s. The young man had black hair and was wearing a big bowler black hat, black suit, white bow tie with a white flower, with black and white spectator shoes on his feet,

while his lady next to him was gorgeous and shapely, with long straight black hair and bangs, wearing a beautiful Chinese red Kaipa, I hope I said that right, body-hugging dress and sandal-high-heeled shoes on her feet. While the rest of the male mob numbering around 12 wore suits with bowler hats or fedora hats. They all looked very nice, but dangerous looking and not to be messed with. The young man, probably the leader with the gorgeous woman in his arms, asked me if, he could have a light. His lighter had died. I gave him a light. As he thanked me, he then looked at what I was reading about the mob boss, Lucky Luciano. And he replied that he was happy

that Lucky Luciano went away to prison because it was less competition in the New York underworld with him gone. He then straightened his jacket, and I could see a big 45 handgun in his holster. Even though there were other mobsters at the time of plenty, Luciano was conceded. considered public enemy number one. This mobster told me. I nodded my head, when this tough-looking man said this to me as he smiled at me, and then his gang left my sister and I alone, thankfully, after that. Because my sister Mary and I were starting to sweat and fear from them.

After my sister Mary and I ate some hot dogs at the hot dog stand, my sister looked at me worriedly. We've been gone for about an hour and a half, in 19, 30s, New York, but I'd like to return to our time, you know. I don't want to be stuck in the 30s forever. I nodded my head to her and told her that we should retrace our steps and find our family's antique shop. Our late grandfather was the owner of the antique shop at this time in the 1930s, and it was

in the same spot as before, so we would just go back to that, since we knew Manhattan like the back of our hands. My sister seemed relieved as she followed me back to our family antique shop. When we saw the antique shop in the distance, we surprisingly could see our late grandfather standing by the big glass window, waiting for more customers to come in. He was smiling, wearing his three-piece brown suit. Mary and I could not wait to see our grandfather again since he did pass away when we were just kids.

But as soon as Mary and I opened the antique shop doors, We were back in 1982 again, and it was not our grandfather we saw, but our own father. We were kind of disappointed. We told our father our story, but he just laughed it off a bit as we got back to work again. Before we did, Mary and I both wistfully looked up at the huge family-framed photo of ours, overlooking the whole antique shop for all to see, that had our now late grandparents, our parents, and Marion, me smiling at the camera in this 1972 picture.

Hi, I've been listening to your podcast for a while, and I have a strange experience from a while back that has shook me up for quite a while. This may help me to get it off my chest. So basically, when I was in eighth grade, I remember having a dog named Diddy, who I remember so much, and I have awesome memories of me and Diddy. I recall that my parents had him ever since I was born, but I mainly took care of him. So, Diddy was my dog. I don't ever remember what happened to him, but when I asked my parents and siblings about the dog,

they said that they never had a dog when I was growing up, and my siblings remember nothing of the dog. I can't even seem to find any pictures of Diddy when there should be some. I've been researching glitches in time, perhaps this was an alternate universe that I somehow got sucked into, but I'm not sure, and I don't really believe in the paranormal or alternate universes, but this experience is...

But this experience got me wondering. Please do let me know if you've had something similar to this, or know what happened. I've had many experiences in my young life, including paranormal ones, though I won't get into those here. I had an overactive imagination as a child, so I usually dismissed those things as fantasy. Now in my mid-40s, I have a story to share about something that happened during my work experience at 16. My friend and I had to take a bus that dropped us off about 20 minutes walk from the work site.

One day, as we were walking, we saw a little bit of a bus. a red car with its hazard lights flashing. We passed it, but then suddenly it felt like we had jumped back in time. We were right at the beginning of the walk, passing the same car again. Hazards just flashing still. The strange part wasn't the time jump, though it was the feeling that came with it. I turned to my friend and asked, Did you feel that?

He nodded and said yes. We both felt... weird, like we were groggy, as if waking up from a dream. It was unsettling, but we went on with our day and didn't talk much about it again until later. Years later, when it crossed my mind, I'd ask him, Do you remember that car? And he always said yes, so I know it wasn't just my imagination. I felt like we'd experienced a glitch in reality, like time warped or,

were somehow transported. It reminds me of a similar experience I had as a child, which was something I always chalked up to my imagination, because I was the only one there to witness them. But this time it was different. I could never make sense of that experience until I came across your channel and started listening to some of the stories about similar bizarre events.

Hearing others share their strange encounters really resonated with me and helped me realize that I wasn't alone in what I went through. First, thank you for opening this platform. I've been wanting to share this for years. I'm just afraid people will look at me like a weirdo because it sounds so unreal. This happened when I was just 17 years old. Let's just say I was moderately rebellious in my late teens.

If anyone told me not to do something, there was a 98% chance that I was. would do it anyway. I went out to smoke marijuana with a friend that I had just met. I had never smoked it before, but I wanted to try it. I had friends that had smoked it religiously. They'd actually done so with my new friend and told me not to smoke with her, but of course, I went anyway. Long story short, I took a few drags and passed out. Externally, I was unconscious and barely breathing. Internally, I was unconscious and barely breathing. Internally, I was experiencing one of the most terrifying events of my life.

I don't want to go into too much detail here, but if people want more detail about this, feel free to share my info. My friends told me that they were just about to call 911 when I suddenly woke up, took a huge gasp and asked to be taken home to my mom. I changed a lot after that day. My core values changed,

so much so that my values come off as, deeply rooted. My vocabulary changed. I talk and act way different than the way that I used to. My humor and interests changed. Literally everything changed. I also lost memories of my past. My past is very vague. There's more to this story, but it's way too much to elaborate, so I'll stop there. But sometimes, I wonder if I really did die that day because it's like the person that that I used to be died. There's no way to know, of course, but sometimes I can't help but wonder. Am I still that same person that passed out and was barely breathing for eight minutes?

When I was a child, my mom started dating a football player. He wasn't too famous or anything, more of a local celebrity. She came home one evening with a cut rose that he must have given her on their date. She displayed it in the glass cabinets, and life went on. Eventually, they got married, we moved across the country twice, and the years went by. Although it isn't relevant to the story, I really didn't get on well with her new husband. He was verbally abusive towards me, and worse to her. Anyway, we moved house quite a bit.

Years went by, and all the time she kept this shriveled, dead rose in the glass. cabinet. One night they had an explosive argument in the kitchen, and I woke up the next day to find the rose in a glass vase by the sink. I suppose she had put it in view to remind him of their first date. It was almost black at this point. Petals shriveled and beaten. I remember thinking that it somehow mirrored their dying relationship, which, I guess, looking back, was a profound thought for an 11-year-old. At the same time, I was kind of impressed it hadn't

completely disintegrated in the glass cabinet after six years and several house moves. Perhaps a week later, I was in the kitchen, cleaning some dishes, when I noticed something that did not make sense. Water had condensed and

collected in the glass face, and the rose was somehow looking more full. The bottom of the blackened stem was green and small. White roots were creeping around in the water. When my mom came home from work, I pointed this out to her. She was just as shocked as me. This rose had been dead for years. There is no way any life was left in the thing. More weeks passed and the rose grew out more of its fresh green stem, a few leaves, and eventually my mom pondered it in soil. A healthy rose bush grew from under the

dead shriveled rose, that rose remaining at the top, never losing any of its blackened petals. Now, I'm no horticulturist, so perhaps this can be explained by science? Even so, it amazes me that something can survive for so many years with no nourishment or care. I thought roses were meant to be temperamental things. annoyingly the rosebush was destroyed the year my mom finally found the strength to leave her ex-husband his poor dog which he left outside all the time got bored and ripped the thing up i remember seeing the crumpled mess of thorny branches topped by that rotten dead rose lying on the patio i didn't know if i felt sorry for it or relieved

so I wake up at my girlfriend's apartment a little foggy from the night before. I was totally fine for about 20 minutes, when abruptly I had to throw up. I use her restroom and what came out, I can only describe as not so watery spit with what looked to be remnants of leaves. Dumbfounded, I flushed the toilet, cleaned myself up a little bit,

walked out to tell her I'm feeling better. I do not, however, tell her about the leaves out of embarrassment and plain confusion. So, anyway, I had plans to go and help my brother who is moving. I get to his house and start working. Hours go by, and I get a text from my girlfriend. She just woke up from a nap, and she said she wasn't feeling too well in that she had to throw up. She then mentioned that there were leaves in it. My heart sank, and I lost it for a moment.

I tell her about my experience that morning, and she proceeds to freak out. We never got food together or separately the entire night before. It doesn't make any sense. We catch up on the phone later that night, with these leaves being the main topic. We both agreed on all the details. Not watery, but with a bunch of crushed-up bits of leaves. leaves, with the stems and all the veins they have. Needless to say, we were pretty stultified.

I'd had a few beers that night, and she had a vodka drink or two, and the only logical answer, I think, is that clearly we both must have eaten a bunch of leaves and just don't remember. But that's not likely for obvious reasons. And she's somehow convinced that it's paranormal. I don't think we'll ever close this case, but it's left us thoroughly stopped. The goosebumps have been very strong with this one. This happened to me when I was about 11 years old.

I grew up living pretty close to my elementary school, so every morning I would walk by myself to school, usually about a 10-minute walk. As I was leaving my house, my mom and I noticed this homeless man who had just walked past my house. He didn't look dangerous or anything out of the ordinary, It was just a little odd to see anyone walk down our streets so early. As I started to walk to school, I stayed a good 10 to 15 feet behind him.

I remember very clearly that he was a black guy, wearing a heavy blue raincoat, baggy jeans, a black beanie, and a bluish umbrella attached to his backpack. At the end of my street, there is a turn that only goes right. And part of this turn is obscured by an old, big, evergreen tree. As we make that turn, I see him turn first, and for a split second, like normal, his body is blocked by the tree while he's making the turn. Not even five seconds later, I make the same turn and I don't see him anywhere. I looked to my neighbor's house to the right, and he wasn't there. He wasn't further down the street, since I had a clear view of it and had seen him just turn.

I even walked back up to look around the tree and he still wasn't anywhere. There was literally no place this man could have gone with how quickly he went. I could only conclude that he vanished once he turned the corner. Hi, Raven. I'm a big fan, especially if you're a glitch in the Matrix stories. I wanted to share my own experience with you. This morning I was sitting in my living room looking outside to see what my dad was doing. the front door has glass panels, so I can clearly see if anyone passes by or is at the front of the house. I watched as my dad, who had just returned from cutting grass for his sheep and goats, walked to the side of the house where I could no longer see him.

The strange part is, as soon as he disappeared from view, he immediately walked in through the back door. I was so confused. I glanced again through the front door, knowing that it usually takes about one to two minutes to walk from the front of the house to the back. Given my dad's usual pace, it's impossible that he could have covered that distance so quickly without running. And even if he had, he would have been out of breath. Yet he walked in perfectly normal, calm and unhurried. It left me wondering, did he somehow pass through a pull? portal or something?

Hi, Raven. My name is Kashera. I love your voice and vibe. Great work. And here's my glitch experience. When I was 14, the year of 2004, thereabouts, I was home alone during school hours. I used to skip school regularly due to many reasons that I won't get into.

So, I'm sitting at home on the couch watching a Disney show called Monday Night Football. club or something like that. I'm watching this show, and sure as Shataki Mushrooms, I see my remote on the television show. They're using the same remote as me, and I chalk it up to just being something interesting. Then the pizza delivery guy rings the doorbell. I answer the door, pay him, and take the pizza back to the couch. Now that I'm getting settled in with food, I want to surf the channels, but I suddenly cannot

find the remote anywhere. I tore the living room apart, looking high and low. I ended up looking throughout the whole house. No remote. My family starts to come home and they all look for the remote with me, but nothing. All I could think was that I may be absent-mindedly, somehow gave the remote the delivery guy, but I'm assuming he would have pointed that out and returned it. we moved eventually and still never found the remote.

I believe that my remote somehow ended up in that television universe or something equally as strange, and that this is a glitch in the Matrix. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to write this story out, one that I find entertaining to think about, so I hope that it can also entertain others. You read my story about how I would randomly daydream about these random memories of me being in high school and having a girlfriend. I'm not sure if you remember reading it, but either way, I just started working at my second job because I kind of went and financed a car I probably won't be able to afford with just having my primary job. Anyway, the first day at my new job, I meet all of my coworkers. A co-worker named Sarah mentioned that a girl named Michelle was out sick,

and that she would be back tomorrow, and how she's such a great and smart girl. So I kind of just shrugged it off and got back to work. The next day comes, and I walk in to work and say hello to everyone, and then, boom, I see Michelle. I literally go into the bathroom and basically have a full-on panic attack. Michelle is the girl that I've been daydreaming about for the last two years of my life. I haven't really said much to her throughout the last two weeks of working here.

Like, how did I have memories of a girl I never knew? Since that day that I first saw her, the daydreams have stopped. It's crazy stuff. And if this isn't nuts, then I don't know what is. 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 to 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.