As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 090 - ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: February 18, 2025

Welcome to 90th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 13 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. So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. Have a Story To Submit? ➤ https://www.astheravendreams.com Or Post to the Subreddit ➤ https://reddit.com/r/TheRavensDream Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in today's Video... Peace Love Cali, Gray, Richard pennington, Beckie5, Victoria Day, Biagio C., Alex Reynard, Sharon, Michelle Sealy, r2deeptoot, Jasper Silence As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. 'As The Raven Dreams' is a community where we explore the darker parts of human existence through true and harrowing stories. From sinister encounters with strangers and stalkers, to terrifying experiences that defy explanation and unsettling mysteries that linger in the shadows, I am here to tell you the most haunting narratives ever whispered. Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix #RedditStories ➤ 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. Time Stamps  00:24 ➤ Story 1 7:44 ➤ Story 2 12:33 ➤ Story 3 28:46 ➤ Story 4 31:11 ➤ Story 5 36:09 ➤ Story 6 41:08 ➤ Story 7 43:55 ➤ Story 8 49:10 ➤ Story 9 55:53 ➤ Story 10 58:11 ➤ Story 11 1:01:51 ➤ Story 12 1:03:32 ➤ Story 13 Two ad spots at 8ish and 56ish minutes Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as-the-ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. It's happened to me several times while driving. Times when I must have crashed or worse. It was unavoidable yet miraculously somehow I didn't. Once, I was driving straight at a three-way intersection with my child in the car. I was on the street going straight with another street ending perpendicular at the one that I was on.

There were no stop signs, so the street going straight had the right-of-way. A car turning on to the street from the other would have to yield. Noticing I had the right-of-way, I didn't think about it, just drove straight through the intersection, only slightly distracted because I was talking with my son in the car. I was about to pass the street meeting mine on the right, except that too late, I saw another car come through the intersection on my right and turned toward me, attempting to make a left-hand turn, but right where I was. It was clear the driver hadn't slowed to see if a car was going through, They just plowed through to make their left turn as they would if another car was not there.

At the rate of speed that each of us was going, and as close as our cars were to one another, I could see that it was inevitable that we were going to crash. I hit the break, but there just wasn't enough time to avoid the collision. I was literally about three inches from the middle of the other car that I was going to T-bone it. As I braced for impact, nothing. My car hadn't yet completely stopped, but the other car was suddenly way past me. Like I said, doing all I could to try to avoid the crash, it was impossible to not collide. Yet somehow in a mere blink, we did.

We both stopped for a minute full of adrenaline. I looked over at the other driver and saw that she looked as confused as I was. Another time I was driving north on Interstate 5 in California, somewhere probably near Bakersfield. As it is for most of the length of the interstate, there were two lanes and many cars. I was in the left, quote, passing lane, behind several other cars going above the posted 70 speed limit. Unlike most of them, though, I always maintain a safe distance behind the car in front of me. always, except for the moments when it's not possible. Like when I get cut off, or if a car in front of me suddenly stops, for example.

This is what happened on that day. A bright, sunny California day. The air was clear and visibility was perfect. But in my little car, I could only see the car directly in front of me when the freeway goes straight. unlike in a pickup or SUV or something, where you can see above the cars in front of you and you can see what's going on ahead for the next half mile or so. I was following at what should have been a safe distance

while still being mindful not to slow down the cars behind me. When suddenly, the car in front of me swerved a little into the right lane to avoid hitting something in the road that they clearly hadn't seen ahead of them. In this slow-motion moment, I could see for a fraction of a second that the four to five cars directly ahead of me in the left lane had all swerved and or stopped. And when I saw the giant thing in the road, I had literally no time to avoid hitting it. I couldn't swerve there was a car right on my right side, and a wall with no shoulder on my left. This giant thing looked like a very solid, heavy trunk, or something, at least half as tall as my car.

Hitting this would have been a pretty major accident, smashing the front end of my little car and causing who knows how many cars behind me, going over 70 to crash into me, and so on, into a big pile up. I saw what happened and imagined the rest. all in the single second I had before I would crash into it, hard. There was no possible way for me not to hit it, as I couldn't swerve nor completely stop. It's not possible to go from 75 miles per hour to zero in one second. Like in the previous scenario, I braced for impact.

And suddenly, I was past the giant trunk. It happened so fast that I couldn't even. even see how I got past it, but I did. In my rearview, I could see the trunk was still in my lane, but I had gone through it. Finally, another time I was on the freeway in the left lane behind a pickup with furniture in its open bed. Suddenly, because of wind, a large wooden drawer began lifting up in the truck bed, just a few feet in front of me. I couldn't swerve again I had nowhere to go. I slowed down as much as I could before the big drawer would come all the way up and out of the truck bed and crash hard into my windshield

because of the speed we were both traveling. Physics would tell you that at a certain point when the drawer lifts up higher than the top of the truck bed, wind will take over and it can only come out. I knew it was about to crash into my windshield, and who knew how I would survive at such a high rate of speed? I imagined being blinded by broken glass at the same time that heavy wooden roar entered my windshield and smashed into my head. I really thought I was about to die. I know it sounds as though I had plenty of time to react and slow way down,

but it all happened in the matter of a second or two, and I didn't. I saw the drawer lift up higher than the edge of the truck bed, and then it went back down onto the floor of the truck bed, safe from an inevitable, windy, high-speed escape into my head. Again, I was saved by a miracle. I always think of these things as God saying it's not my time, and he or a guardian angel intervenes, saving me from the inescapable. But reading these glitch stories herein, I've realized my experiences really could fit here as well. So you can believe it either way you want to, or maybe even any other way. I'd love to hear your thoughts and thanks for reading. Lazzangue-surellia, puissance-moyane for 15 minutes.

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This happened in summer of 2022. I was living in a temporary sublet with an acquaintance whose apartment was shockingly met. messy, skittering with roaches and a cat that I was allergic to. This week was particularly hot, and with no air conditioning I took any excuse I could to get out of the house. At the time, I was also selling a particular green item to supplement my income alongside my regular shift jobs cooking and bartending. I've lived in Brooklyn for a number of years, in the same neighborhood bouncing between apartments, Like many 20-somethings, but all within about a mile radius of each other. The streets in this area are predominantly laid out in a grid pattern, and I bike almost everywhere.

Because of all this, I'm pretty familiar with the area, and I find it rather easy to navigate. This is all relevant to the story, I promise. This particular night, I had gotten a text asking for a delivery, I had never met at their place before, but I was happy to get out of the house, and I mapped out the route. The address was barely a 10-minute bike ride, and basically a straight shot east about eight blocks, and over one street to the left. Although I had a clear sense of how to get there, I decided to plug it into my phone's GPS with the audio on in my headphones, along with my music, just in case I lost track and went to two. far. Once I set out on my path, I was overcome with a sense of bliss. The night was warm but not too hot, and the breeze flowing over me while biking felt amazing. This route was totally flat,

neither uphill nor downhill, keep this in mind. Once I got there, the exchange was quick and seamless. I remember very vividly thinking that I wished the ride had been longer, enjoying the feeling of being on a bike. I know I have autonomy and easily could have taken it upon myself to ride around randomly for longer, but I felt a bit aimless and figured I should just head back home.

Since I had just biked this route minutes earlier and it was such a straight shot, I felt no need to turn on the navigation on the way back. I turned my playlist back on and started back the same way. I felt the same sense of bliss as I biked back.

I was alone on the road and flying along. I approached a hill and I remember smiling visibly as I sped down it, feeling light and free. It took a couple of minutes before I snapped back to reality and realized I had no idea where I was. How did I end up riding downhill when I didn't bike uphill to get there? I'd gone back the exact same way I'd come, but I didn't recognize my surroundings anymore. I pulled up my GPS and found that I was in a completely different area than I should have been, and over a 20-minute ride from my house, in a completely different direction. It must be said that regardless of my side hustle at the time,

I didn't partake much in smoking, and I was not high at the time. I was so confused as to how I'd gotten there, but as a believer in these things, I decided it was the universe allowing me to go for a longer ride. Not a scary glitch, but kind of wholesome and comforting. Like I had a playful spirit guy doing me a favor.

Of course, I've also tried convincing myself that I must have taken a wrong turn, which obviously seems plausible. But when I map out the facts and timeline in my head, there's just no way. Biking less than 10 minutes became a 25-minute ride away. And I know I headed back the same route

that I had come from. It just felt like a tiny, unexplainable gift. And I'm grateful to have experienced it. Hi, Raven. I've listened to the podcast for a very long time now, always thinking about submitting. But the question has always been,

How do I choose just one? There's too much to tell in one story. Short version, I fought with the living glitch for most of my life. Bad, vile fighting. The sense of needing to be constantly on guard or regretting it when I let myself relax. Needing to always be alert to whatever new prank might come next. Forced into detective mode to figure out what new insane thing had just happened, in order to fix it.

Like firecrackers going off at random behind you, all the time. And the worst part is, feeling alone and dealing with it. No one else believes the firecrackers exist, so while you know that the events happen to you on a constant basis with such precise comedic timing as to cause maximum humiliation, and that you would know in your heart you're lying to yourself if you try to insist it was all just a string of several thousand coincidences. It doesn't matter.

So, you have to keep your mouth shut. I have friends who are endlessly supportive of my mental or physical illness, but if I bring up the glitches, I either get a stony silence or a well-meaning but condescending explanation of why what I'm saying can't possibly be true. What I lived through can't be true. because they've never experienced it, therefore it's not real. It's hard when people who care about you otherwise will leave you feeling more alone than ever when you need them the most.

I've been receiving mental health care since I was four years old. I've been on nearly every type of psychiatric medication that you can think of. Most have had no effect or just drowsiness. I never black out. I never have missing time. never hallucinate, visual, or audio. I don't have schizophrenia. I don't have DID.

I don't have alien hand syndrome. I have C-P-T-S-D for sure, plus bipolar and ADHD. I understand their symptoms. I manage them well, and they're not enough to account for the glitches. I keep notes. 150 pages of them. I'm cognizant of confirmation by, and always tried to not include anything that was my own fault, or just bad luck.

Sometimes I got so angry, those false positives crept in anyway. Yet there were plenty that, when I reread them, I'd feel my chest tighten, things that could not have been caused by random chance, my own carelessness, or subconscious self-sabotage. It's a very strange emotion to feel simultaneous vindication and dread at the implications of having been right. My glitches tend to come in bunches that happen throughout the day. Each one timed so that I won't be able to cool down from the previous one,

inflaming my anger worse and worse and worse. Anger is misery. I've given myself a throat pull-up from screaming. I've worried that I was on the verge of a heart attack. Imagine that you're trying to clean a floor, and a cruel prankster keeps squirting ketchup on it. Every single time that you finish. But I doubt you want to hear a story about 50 small typos, flickers, stumbles, and nitpicks,

so I'll tell you about the vacation incidents. I don't know how far back the pattern goes. The first one that feels right is when I was going to a large convention to meet two dear friends of mine who I had known online for three years. On the day that my train was scheduled to depart, I was walking out of a store that I'd been to hundreds of times and tripped on a one-inch high curb. I fell and landed with my entire weight on the side of my right hand. The pain was incredible. My friends started rapidly driving me home while I sat in the passenger seat, going semi-deaf and semi-blind from shock.

We called the EMTs, but after a short time, while the pain was going down. Everyone around me sensibly recommended that I cancel the trip, and that I go to the emergency room. But I thought of the friends that I wanted to meet, and how this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I chose to swatle my hand and just go to the convention anyway.

This was the right decision. Those friendships I made have been some of the strongest of my lifetime. And during the convention, My hand was in almost no pain at all. I had restricted movement, but it almost never hurt. I returned home with a wicked cold that didn't go away for two weeks, so I went to a doctor for some antibiotics. On a whim, I asked if you would x-ray my hand.

Turns out, my fourth and fifth metacarpal bones were shattered like glass fluorescent light bulbs. In exchange for two lifelong friendships, the cost was thursday. three surgeries, a big, ugly scar, and an inability to curl my pinky. Good deal, in my opinion. That set the tone of a pattern. It went like this. Every time I would go on vacation to visit friends, something, quote, very special would happen right before I left.

Sometimes a single big incident would happen during. But otherwise, all the hundreds of incidents. incidents that would drive me insane in my daily life would be gone during the duration of the trip. Gone. I cannot emphasize that enough. Like living in a room full of black smoke and then visiting a place with fresh air for a week. Like having bad tinnitus vanished completely for two weeks before coming back again. I had suspected that it had an intelligence.

But this pattern also suggested that it, had a range. Or, as I came to consider, maybe certain people negated its effects. It could never stop me from going, but it could give me a nasty parting gift. Or keep one away from me. In preparation for another trip,

where I would be on a train for 40 hours, I had bought myself a present to open on the ride. I collect Transformers, and this was a high-end third-party toy. I preordered it with months to spare, but then the delays began. It was taking an unusually long time for this item to arrive at the online store, and then it took an unusually long time for the store to ship my item out. I started feeling certain that, against all odds,

the package would be delayed until the exact day after I left, because that would be, quote, funny. USPS took an unusually long time to ship it. the package. When it arrived at our post office, the day before I left, they somehow managed to lose it for 24 hours. I called, and it should have been on the truck out for delivery that morning, but it just wasn't. So I left on my trip, and my family let me know the next day that it had arrived. So what, you might say? It's just a toy. It was safe and sound when I got home two weeks later. The point was that it kept something from me just to show me that it could.

I should not have been able to predict this. It meant for seeing delays at every single step of transit, each one less likely than the last. Based on nothing more than I think some cosmic Gremlin is screwing with me, and giving its sense of humor, this is what will happen. In no sane world, should I have been so certain in my prediction. It would be easier if I was just crazy. With each trip, I got better and better at foreseeing and preventing things that could go wrong. Since I'd been bored stiff on the last 40-hour ride, when I visited those friends again, I brought my first laptop.

I filled it with things to enjoy on the train. I got on board without incidents, eight hours. hours in, the laptop gave me a battery low warning, even though I had plugged it into the outlet beside my seat. I looked at the clear plastic power cord, and there were little sparks of fire inside it. I had taken extensive precautions for the laptop itself. I never thought the cord would die. So, that left 32 hours of being glad that I brought some books along, too. On another visit, my trip journal was erased. I keep one every time because my brain used to be very bad about remembering good memories,

a consequence of too much time spent on the lookout for bad ones. So these journals were my memory. If someone erased one of them, that would be unforgivable. This one, I still don't know how it happened, but some kind of error caused the file to not. not just get deleted, but overwritten. So not even my friend who built my computer could find a way to recover it. This one did happen during the trip itself,

but it fit the pattern of one big incident per trip and virtually nothing else. Another time the whole morning screwed up. I'm unable to drive, so a family member was taking me to the train station. Somehow, despite us normally being very punctual, We both independently misremembered my departure time, meaning that we had planned to give ourselves well over an hour to get up and get ready. That was now cut down to 15 minutes. And when we got outside,

the Michigan winter had frozen the car door lock on my side of the door, so the door wouldn't stay shut. I had to physically hold it closed on the dryover, and then it took bungee cables to drive it back. When I was standing on the platform, I checked my watch, and it died when I looked at it. Another watch I bought at a drug store. Outside the Chicago train station also died within a few hours of me putting it on. Then, I realized my wallet was gone.

With the train due in five minutes, I retraced my steps, hoping I was right that I remembered leaving the house with it. I scanned my footprints in the snow, hoping no one picked it up and stole it and then ran down the stairs to the parking lot to search the car. My wallet was underneath the seat. It had slid out of my pants by coincidence. Ha ha. I got back to the platform literally as the train was showing up. Another time, a friend showed up to drive me to their place, so I didn't have to deal with any trains. Why did I never go by plane, you ask?

With my luck, I don't want to be cavity searched or crash into the ocean, thanks. So getting there went smooth. We planned to go to a convention. My friend gave me the tickets, and I put them in my wallet for safekeeping. Then, a little later, I felt an impulse to take them out and stick them underneath a book. This was not a voice in my head, but more like a post-haping. hypnotic suggestion, like someone inserting a programmed response, making me feel sleepy enough to not pay attention to what I was doing and forget it afterwards.

On the day of the convention, we were about to go in, and then the memory returned. My friends had to stand around waiting at the cafe, while I wasted $40 of my own money on a taxi ride back to the apartment to get the tickets. They forgave me, but I felt embarrassed. embarrassed as hell. This was not the first time I had had that dopey, just do it, don't think about it, it'll be fine feeling,

which later turned out to be setting a trap. Do you see the personality that was emerging? It couldn't ever stop me, but it could throw a roadblock in my path. Something to make me stumble. Something to make it clear that I was not ever allowed to forget this thing existed. This last incident broke me.

I knew the pattern by then. I'd spent years fighting this thing, figuring out its BS with inductive reasoning, and I was ready to go on one damn trip to meet a new friend, and have nothing go wrong this time. I prepared for everything. I don't want to relate to every detail, but I made lists and contingencies,

absolutely everything I could possibly imagine going wrong. I cut off every single possible access point that it could have stuck its filthy little fingers into. So the day came. My train was due in an hour. It was raining. I called a cab not wanting to risk getting my luggage wet waiting for a bus. I stood on the porch. The taxi didn't come.

I looked at my watch. Half an hour passed. Time was running short and the taxi still wasn't showing up. I started calling the company repeatedly and getting no answer. 15 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes, too late. I forget when, but I finally made it through on the phone to the company. The driver's boss told me that the cab driver had gone missing and wasn't responding. He had gone missing.

He wasn't responding to his radio and they had no idea where he was. Do you understand that? I had planned for everything that could possibly go wrong, except for the one thing I had zero control over. I still have no idea what happened to that driver, and I really hope that he's all right. So that was when I first downloaded Lyft. I was able to get another station further along the train's path,

and I went on the rest of my trip as planned. but I was ruined the entire time, unable to enjoy myself. I don't think that I was very good company, but how would you like to have inescapable proof in your life that magic is real but only bad magic? The story does have a happy ending, eventually, years later. Turns out, if you keep fighting with someone long enough, you learn all their moves and they learn yours. and you both get so burned out that negotiations can finally begin. Maybe I'll submit that story too, but it'll be hard to figure out how to compress it.

Anyways, have a good day, everyone. Hi, Raven. My name is Sharon. My glitch in the Matrix happened a couple of years ago when I was staying with a friend while my husband and I were trying to find a new place to live. She lived in a town in New Jersey with typical streets, where her house had a backyard that backed up to a backyard of the house on the next street. It was summertime, and I was in her backyard just relaxing on her porch, just pondering thoughts and looking at the back of the neighbor's house.

I was always curious as to why there was a little miniature house attached to the back of the house. It was just a little house with a door cut in it for maybe a small dog or a cat. As I was pondering my thoughts, I caught movement and I look, and there's a cat coming into that backyard, turning left, walking past that little house, that I described. But I noticed that the cat that passed the house was seethru. I could clearly see that it had stripes, but I could also see that. see the house and the step to the back of the house through the cat.

I stood up to watch this spectacle, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught movement in the other neighbor's backyard, right next to the fence. It was the same cat. As I stood there watching the see-through cat disappear, and then noticing the actual cat walking the same path that the see-through cat had walked. It walked through the gate opening and down the back of that house. As a matter of fact, the seethrough cat paused at one point and glanced at me, and then the real cat paused and glanced at me in the same exact spot. This has bugged me for a while, and I've never really told too many people about it.

It was hard to wrap my head around what I was seeing. A solid cat and a seethru cat. but the same cat, taking the same walk, looking at me in the same place. Things have gotten quite strange on this planet. I have to admit. Today, it finally came to a head, but let me go back about a month. I had a really bad, salty, soggy, burned pizza from a popular pizza restaurant. I called the restaurant and reported it to a male manager,

on the phone. He said that he would put a replacement pizza in the system for me and saved it under my phone number. I went in a couple of weeks later to get my free replacement pizza. They looked it up under my phone number and found nothing. I said that he must have forgotten to put it onto my account. I told them that I had spoken to a mail manager and they said they didn't have a mail manager. Based upon my phone number though, they were able to see all of my orders going back a few months. I looked for the date of that terrible pizza, and there was no pizza on my account for the last few months. The only thing on my account was some pasta and breadsticks that I also remember ordering. There is only one of these pizza places in my city,

and it's the only pizza place that I go to. So whatever happened to my terrible bad pizza, and my replacement for it. A couple of things like this have been happening to me lately. That's just one example. The worst one really hit me today. So about a month ago, I was at a grocery store, trying to buy an item with my bank debit card for $3.40 and getting $10 cash back. I didn't have any cash with me.

I knew I had money in the bank, but for some reason it kept declining my money. card. I remembered the next day that I had locked my card and forgotten to unlock it, and that's why it was declined. It had declined three times at the store. The guy behind me in line actually worked at the store, and I knew him a little bit from going to the store regularly. He paid for my $3.40 item for me, and I told him I would pay him back. Of course, I never did get the requested cash. A few days later, I saw that my best of my best money. I saw that my best of the bank had actually taken 2340 out of my account for that transaction. I immediately called the claims department of my bank

and let them know that the attempted transaction had been for 1340 and had declined multiple times, so I'd never received the $10 cash back, let alone 20, and that I needed a refund to my bank account. They said no problem. There should be a refund put onto my account in the next two days or so. Well, that never happened. And for the next month, I called the bank multiple times

and went into the branch twice to submit signed forms about the transaction. I never heard anything nor got a refund, so this morning I called the claims department yet again, and they said the refund was declined. They said I actually had to take this up with the store that had charged my account. I was pretty frustrated after getting the runaround from my bank for a month. but I did go into the store today to tell them what happened. Because of my member card, they were able to pull up the receipt for that transaction. I thought for sure when they saw that decline and the debit for my bank account,

they would simply refund my money. Well, it actually showed on the receipts that I had gotten $20 cash and that the $3 item had been paid for with my debit card. I insisted that that was wrong. and I explained about their employee who had paid for the $3 item for me. I knew that he would remember this, but he wasn't at the store that day, so I wasn't able to talk to him. So lastly, I asked if they would please check the register count for that date,

because it would have been $20 over since I never got the cash. I'm sure you know where this is going. It showed that the till was perfect on that date, except for $0.10. So, somehow, my missing $20 did not show up in that register. Clearly, all evidence is showing that I got $20 in cash, and that I paid for that item that cost $3.40. Someday I may see that store employee again, and I'm sure he will remember that he paid for the item for me. At least, I think he will. But otherwise, everything is pointing to the fact that I got that much.

that I absolutely did not get. What is going on? Hey Raven, this is my second glitch post. However, this one is an accumulation of just outright strange happenings, and they have all happened in the last week or so. As always, thank you for what you do. Thank you. So a couple of days ago, I had to travel nearly two hours to do an assessment. for the army by train.

As I was waiting for my connection train to finish the journey, I bumped into a guy as I was looking up at the terminal to try and figure out what platform I needed to be on, as this particular train station was massive. I digress. As I bumped into him, I noticed he was an average height man. He had on a beanie and a jumper on with a full-faced beard. He said something along the lines of watch for him. you're going. I apologized again and continued to look up at the terminal to try and decipher it once

again. The train I needed to catch was in the opposite side of the station and the opposite direction that the aforementioned man had gone. So I headed off, music playing and trying to make my way through the sea of people in this city station as I got to the platform I needed to be. I checked my phone for some reason or another and was slowly walking to a bench I had glanced up at previously. As soon as I looked back at my phone, I bumped into someone. I apologized and looked up. It was the same man I had bumped into before, same jacket, same beanie, and a full face of hair. As I stood there in utter amazement, he said, hey, watch what you're going. I was stunned just staring at him as he walked off.

Even when boarding my train nearly 30 minutes after the bizarre incident, I couldn't get the thought out of my head. Originally, we both went in very opposite directions. And with how busy it was that day, there is no way he could have turned around and passed me without me noticing. Still, one of the most bizarre things I have seen to this day. as briefly stated in the first mini story, I had an assessment for the army. There was about 12 of us in one room, not a massive deal, but a little overwhelming,

sharing a room with 12 people you don't know, part of the assessment. We had to provide several different pieces of paperwork. I moved all the relevant sheets of paper from my personal folder to the one we were given ready for processing. I remember putting everything in there, all the paperwork I had brought with me, and I mean everything. I double-checked, and it was all there. Come the next day, where we had to show all the paperwork, I come to give them my birth certificate, and it was nowhere.

Instantly my thoughts start to cycle. Did I put it in? Did I even bring it? I genuinely started to question my sanity. It was only three days later when I arrived home did I find it in my drawer where my paperwork and birth certificates are kept. And lo and behold, there it sits. Nicely folded and two on top of the set of drawers. I specifically remember moving it from my folder and putting it in the given folder.

Just before writing this, I was making my bed ready to settle down and listen to your newest compilation. I moved my cover to lay down, and I heard my metal coaster fall onto the floor. I have relatively thin carpet as I live in a very old house, so you can hear when something heavy like a metal coaster falls and makes contact with the ground. I looked for ages to find it, genuinely looking. I looked under my bed, under my TV stand, and everywhere it could have possibly gone, but nothing. It was only when I thought.

lay down to write about my previous two glitches did I see it on my bedside table at exactly where it should have been in the same way I had placed it earlier today I guess if it had rolled somewhere I couldn't have found it the matrix was doing me a favor I genuinely have no idea again thank you to Raven for letting me share this and to the people that listen. If anyone is interested in the least, I did end up passing the Army assessments, so possible Army-related glitches coming soon. After sharing my recent glitch experience with my husband and my mom, they both acted as if I was crazy. So, I've decided to share my story here with like-minded individuals. Let me start with the little backstory. When my first husband and I were

married in 2009, one of the wedding gifts we received were a nice set of oval-shaped pot holders. The set included one solid dark blue holder that has one side that's silicone, or a similar material, so it could be used as a trivet. The second pot holder is my absolute favorite. It's a match to the first, but it's simply made of material, no, silicone. Instead of it being a solid dark blue holder, it's a dark heather blue. I've always loved this potholder and have stashed it away because I've never found another quite like it. Maybe I'm weird, but oh well.

Now time for my brief story, but a glitch nonetheless. One night, last week, I made my son and myself dinner. After dinner, I cleaned up as usual. Unfortunately, my Doberman has a propensity for tearing up my pot holders. if I leave them unattended. Thanks to my ADHD, I once again left my potholder on the countertop, but this time it was my favorite potholder. After crawling into bed that night,

I heard the dog shaking her head side to side, as she does when she's shredding something. I quickly jumped up to see what she had, as I had a sneaking suspicion it was something she wasn't supposed to have. As soon as I flipped the kitchen light on, I quickly scolded myself because there lying on the floor was my beloved pot holder and stuffing lying around. After saying a few expletives, I cleaned up the mess and returned to bed.

The next morning, as I was cooking breakfast, I opened the drawer that I keep my oven mitts in to reach for a pot holder, and was quite perplexed to see my oval-shaped heather-blue potholder right on top of the stack. I stood there baffled for a moment before I reached to grab it. As I grabbed it, I thought that perhaps I had accidentally put the damaged pot holder back in the drawer. But to my amazement, it was fully intact. I've never had two of these.

How is this possible? Well, a glitch in the Matrix is the only answer. This is all true. I've always had odd, unlikely, and even seemingly impossible things happen to me. I dare not go into all of them as I honestly believe something is attached to me, be it an angel with a sense of humor, plain old weird karma energy, or I don't know. And I don't want to upset whatever it might be. I write this anonymously and with no disrespect.

This is just to tell you about some of the many items, that I've had literally disappear never to be seen again. Even today, everyday things are not where I leave them. I've learned that I have to be aware of where I put something, keys, glasses, remote control, and still when I look for it later, not only is it not where I put it, but I might find it under other things,

like a shirt or piece of paper that I had not moved. That is my day to day. But I've had many items really disappear. I've only over the last couple years become aware of the multiverse theories, or given it any real consideration. Maybe this is where they go. In the 1980s, I was going from car to our condo with my husband and some family members. The parking spot we'd parked in was a mere 15 or so yards from our door,

but at the time this happened, I'd walked at most five yards from the car. I took my giant wad of a key chain from the car and held it in my hand. As we all walked toward the condo, within a matter of seconds, I realized my keys were no longer in my hands. I asked everyone to stop and help me look for them. My husband had known that I had my keys,

so he assumed that I had dropped them. We all assumed that. Although I knew it would have been impossible for me not to have heard a substantial clink if they dropped from my hands to the pavement. Considering I had many keys and a lot of unnecessary metal keychains. There was only black pavement between the car and the condo, as I hadn't made it as far as the small grassy area. Everyone looked for about 20 minutes, including all through the car in the entire parking lot and grass. even though I hadn't been near the grass. Those keys never turned up.

I had to have remade three car keys, house keys, a mailbox key, and other random keys. Like those to my parents' house, none of my family would have taken my keys as a prank, and then never admit to it, and let me spend all that hassle to replace everything. I couldn't replace the keychains. I lived there another seven years in those. keys were never found, not even by neighbors. My husband and I lived near San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge was celebrating an anniversary which we attended.

My husband bought me a really cool t-shirt commemorating the event, and I loved that shirt. It was just the two of us. We got into the car, and of course I had the shirt with me. I even opened it up and looked at it again in the car as we were driving home. It was dark by then, and a little breezy, so we had all the car windows rolled up. We didn't stop anywhere between the bridge and home, but you know what I'm going to say. The shirt never made it home, and I never saw that T-shirt again. When we got home, it was not in the car anywhere.

And even checking and re-checking the car over the next couple years, it never turned up. This also happened with the movie rental from a video store. I'd put the VHS into the car, and by the time I got to the video store, it was gone. It was exactly the same several years later with a rented video game. Also, I had a banana disappear from a car, and no telltale smell of old banana ever appeared. These are all car-related, even though they were all in different cars. and over many years.

I've lost many other things that I know were in my house, that were just never located, even after moving. Special things that I put in a special place just vanished. Of course, I've lost things that I can attribute to theft or human error, but these I can't. Are all of these many lost things in a big pile to? together in some other reality? I would love to hear your thoughts.

I want to start by thanking you, Raven. Your podcast has been a source of comfort for me knowing that I'm not alone. Thank you. I'm convinced I've shifted timelines. Depending on your perspective, this happened either in July of 2016 or July of 2023. I understand that this sounds unbelievable, but please hear me out. it will make sense. One thing I know without a doubt

is that I don't belong in this reality. I was 44 when it all occurred, and up to that point, life had been exceptionally good. I had a loving family in a career that I found profoundly satisfying. We were a happy and content family. The morning began as any other.

I made my way downstairs, the promises of coffee drawing, me. As I poured, a sudden thud broke the quiet. My cat had leaped from atop the kitchen cabinets landing right beside me. The unexpected arrival made me jump, sending my coffee cup crashing to the floor. While cleaning the spill, I heard my husband descending the stairs. I poured him a cup of coffee and put it on the breakfast table before refilling my own. As I turned to join him, I tripped. sending my cup crashing to the floor. A chuckle escaped my husband, and, with a touch of pity, he offered to clean up the mess.

He even suggested that I returned to bed for an hour, pointing out that our son could open the office and handle things until I arrived. Utterly frustrated, I surrendered and agreed. On my way back upstairs, I called my son, informing him that I would be late, that he would be late, that he, he was. needed to open the office and managed the morning tasks and that I expected to be there about an hour behind schedule. I retreated to the sanctuary of my bedroom. I drew the curtains and nestled into bed, sleep descending the moment my head hit the pillow. Then the strange began.

I was ripped from slumber by an alarm, a familiar but wrong alarm. The ringtone of my husband's phone. phone from years past. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I felt a wash of icy dread. I was in a bedroom, but not the one that I remembered falling asleep in. This was the bedroom from our old house, a place that held memories of a different life.

Panic seized me, and I bolted from the room convinced I was trapped in a nightmare. I rushed to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. The cold shone. shock, a stark confirmation that I wasn't dreaming. I was fully awake, back in a place that I'd happily left behind years ago. I wandered through the house in a daze, trying to make sense of everything. My son appeared in the hallway, and I shook my head asking what he was doing.

He looked confused, and said that he was getting breakfast before an early shift at work. Shift? I replied. We only have one shift. He stopped, his confusion growing. We? he questioned. We don't work together, Mom. Are you okay? I simply nodded and he retreated back to his room.

My stomach churned, a sickening feeling matching the despair that settled in my heart. My husband appeared in the doorway. He studied me for a moment and then offered, You don't look good. Maybe you should just go back to bed. The words ignited a fire within me. me. No, I exclaimed. That's exactly how I ended up back in this mess. He looked at me bewildered.

All right, he said, his voice subdued. How about we get some coffee then? And I've been trapped here ever since, consumed by the need to understand what occurred and find my way back. This new reality is a stark contrast to what I knew. The people I cherished once my source of love and support, have grown cold and unresponsive. Their dismissive attitudes cut deep, and I hear nothing positive from them. The silence from my son, once my best friend, is particularly painful. My hometown, the city that I called home for over 30 years, is unrecognizable. The landscape has shifted, buildings have moved,

and businesses, including my own, have disappeared and been replaced by new ones. I'm adjusting to a place that feels simultaneously known and completely new. I find myself among faces that are vaguely familiar, and others who seem to greet me as an acquaintance when I can't recall ever having seen them. The reality I inhabit feels awe. The surgeries I remember, they didn't happen. Tattoos I once had are gone, and I'm marked with others. I have no memory of acquiring.

It's like my life has been rewritten. I don't understand what happened or how to return to what was. That change took place a little over eight years ago. I turned 45 last November. I've just discovered quantum immortality, and I guess that might explain it. But if it is, which one of me died? The one that originally came back from this reality, or me? I want to be clear, drugs and alcohol are not a factor here, nor is mental illness.

You can accuse me of falsehoods or being insane, it makes no difference. I know this isn't my whirl. I feel profoundly displaced. My mind is consumed with one worry. Are my family and friends safe? Do they know that I'm not with them? Sorry that this is so long, but I haven't been able to talk about. about this until now. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and if you know anything that I can try to get back home, please, let me know.

My fiancé and I had a bizarre experience recently that we still can't explain. We had ordered Chinese takeout for dinner, and after we finished eating, I grabbed a fortune cookie from the bottom of the bag. I picked it up, tore open this small plastic wrapper, and pulled out the fortune before even cracking the cookie. It read, Be kind and you'll never have to walk alone. I thought it was a nice sentiment. I set the fortune down, cracked open the cookie, and that's when I noticed something strange. There was another fortune inside this cookie. I picked it up and read it.

This one said, Take a leap of faith this to say. At first I was just confused. How did I end up with two fortunes? But when I looked back for the first one, the one about kindness and never walking alone, it was gone. I asked my fiancé if she saw it too, and she said yes. In fact, we both clearly remembered me pulling it out before I even opened the cookie.

We searched everywhere on the table, in the takeout bags, under the plates, on the floor, on the floor, in the couch cushions, nothing. It had just vanished. My fiancé started freaking out a little. She knew that she had seen it too, which made it even weirder. I tried to play it cool at first, but deep down, I couldn't shake this eerie feeling that something had just changed. Like reality had rewritten itself in front of us.

The second fortune was oddly, specific. December is still a little ways away, but I can't help but wonder, am I actually supposed to take some kind of leap of faith? And why did the first fortune disappear? To this day, we still have no explanation for what happened. It was like a tiny glitch in reality, one that left us questioning everything. Hey, Raven, thank you for reading my story on your channel. I love I love your videos, especially the glitch videos. Thank you. This happened when I was in my late 20s.

My paternal grandfather passed away when I was 18 years old. Soon after his passing, my grandmother gave me his gold chain necklace, which had a crucifix on it. He never once took it off, and from the moment it was handed to me, neither did I. Well, at least it was not often that I did. I would take it off if I was going to be in water swimming or partaking in water sports, etc. It was late August, and my sister was having a birthday get-together. For context, she lives in New York, and my wife and I live in New Jersey about an hour's drive away from one another. When we were in our car ready to go home, as I was putting my seat belt on, I realized my chain was not around my neck.

That's when I asked my wife. Hey, did you notice if I was wearing my chain earlier today? She said that she didn't really pay much attention, as I usually have it on. Needless to say, it was gone, and I looked everywhere for this chain. All over the car in my sister's house, our house, but it wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere. I recalled that the day prior I did happen to go swimming, so I most likely did take the chain off, but I remember distinctly placing it back around my neck once I was done.

This made me extremely sad and upset. This was a family heirloom handed down to me, my grandfather's chain. And now instead of passing it down to my grandson one day, I go and lose it. Now, of course, I went to the place where I went for a swim, but it was not there. Days passed. I put up a sign all around my sister's children. neighborhood and even offered a cash reward. No one called, and it was just gone, as if it had vanished into thin air.

One week later, I was getting ready for work, and as I was grabbing some clothes from my closet, I caught a glimmer of something from the corner of my eye between the wall next to the closets and the nightstand. On the floor next to my bed, there was this tiniest of spaces. I thought to myself, it can't be, can it? It was the chain neatly folded and clasped just lying there. Now, one would think it was there all along, right? Turns out, no.

We were looking at photos from the day of my sister's birthday, and as clear as day there it was, my chain around my neck. This is the only chain necklace I wear or have ever worn. This means that between having those pictures taken and getting into my car that day, this thing vanished from around my neck, transported an hour away, and rematerialized where we lived in New Jersey, and neatly folded itself, fully clasped, right there on my bedroom floor. This is one of the strangest, weirdest things to have ever happened to me.

Thank you for reading my story. Raven. Recently, I was prescribed antibiotics from a dentist. I had exactly 20 of them, and they came in a typical medication vial. After about two days of my regiment, I had forgotten to take one, so I set my bag on my recliner, pulled out the meds, opened the vial, and took one pill. I closed the vial tight, gave it a shake, and threw a Kobe from two and a half feet away. I saw the vial bounce off the back of the recliner and drop into my open bag.

Score. I then left to get water to wash the pill down. It took no more than 40 seconds. I walked back in from the kitchen to my recliner and immediately noticed a pill on the floor. When I went to pick it up, I saw that every other pill was dumped onto the seat of my recliner, in front of my bag. I then pulled the vial out. It was closed tight and empty. How the hell does that happen?

I live alone, no pets, and my studio apartment is the size of a refrigerator box, so ain't no one hiding for me. It was so damn odd because I watched it fall into my bag. Nothing fell out. I shook the damn thing. Well, there it is. I hope you enjoyed it. I really dig your channel, Raven, and keep up the cool content.

So today, Monday, January 27th, 2025, my mom was driving me to my hockey game. It was about 5.15 p.m. at sunset, and I look out my window from my car. I'm in the back seat. So I have a clear view at the right window when I look out and see a plane. I've always loved watching planes, but when I look at the... this one, I feel off already. Then I look above the plane and see these black

strings, looking like they're holding the plane up. They seem to glitch when I look at them like a TV screen static, and now it just feels eerie. I look away for one second to take it in, and then look back up at the sky, and

I don't see the plane. Keep in mind, it was a straight road, no turns. The plane couldn't have over me because it was headed a different direction, and I think it's important to say that this wasn't any normal-looking plane. It was black and white, and a little green, maybe some yellow. I feel like it was some sort of glitch in the Matrix.

I'm in Canada, and I'm used to seeing white and bluish planes. Not those ones. Thank you for reading my story, and thank you for your stories, as they really helped me through dark times. Thank you as well. 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 Ashther Raven Dreams.com for, 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.