As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 098 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: June 25, 2025

Welcome to 98th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 19 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. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your own supports it! Scary story episodes 2 to 3 times a week (New stories On Wed/Fri, Comps/remasters on Sundays) If you have a story to submit, would like to find where to listen to the podcast, or want to find me on social media platforms, all of that info can be found at https://www.astheravendreams.com You can also send stories into my subreddit (r/theravensdream) or email them to me at [e-mail] Want to check out some ATRD Podcast Merch? ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Or for signed merch ➤ https://ko-fi.com/AsTheRavenDreams I wrote a novel, "The Insomniac's Experiment" by Raven Adams! Check it out on amazon (Or you can email me for a signed copy!) Join Patreon to get early access and support the Podcast! ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out my gaming channel with my pal Ghost_Ink ➤ @superNefariousBros On YouTube Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. #AsTheRavenDreams #TrueScaryStories #GlitchInTheMatrix Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in todays episode... EJ Levy, freesovereigninspiritedsoul, Jael, Sam Zilla, Melissa, Fred, Elsharpy, Sean, Ash Hamilton, Kitty4236, Kate, Sean, Brette T, Aurora Sunna, OverSyrup4994, Judith Newman, Anne, Meep As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad Spots after the 1st story and the 8th story 1 ➤ 0:52 2 ➤ 6:24 3 ➤ 17:37 4 ➤ 20:33 5 ➤ 24:19 6 ➤ 26:49 7 ➤ 35:44 8 ➤ 38:23 9 ➤ 41:53 10 ➤ 47:12 11 ➤ 50:03 12 ➤ 53:19 13 ➤ 55:19 14 ➤ 57:52 15 ➤ 1:00:26 16 ➤ 1:03:22 17 ➤ 1:05:29 18 ➤ 1:07:33 19 ➤ 1:09:35 ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix #RedditStories 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

Hello there, friends. I hope that you were all having a fantastic day. Thank you for tuning in to the As the Raven Dreams podcast. Today we have a glitch in the Matrix collection, new stories, not reused ones. This is a collection of stories about the odd, strange, and bizarre things that happen in our reality. Though I'm assuming at this point, if you're listening, you probably know that. I don't know why I'm introducing them as if there's something new. I just wanted to say hi. So.

Anyways, friends, hope you enjoy the stories. If you do, leave me a comment if you're on Spotify. Please do consider giving the podcast a rating if you're on a platform that allows that. And just, yeah, keeping the amazing person you are. And of course, enjoy. Hi, Raven. I'm a longtime listener. I listen to your videos while I'm crocheting.

It's awesome. I have a weird thing that happened to me a couple of days ago. I was going to make a video myself, but I was going to make a video myself, but I I don't like my voice, so I thought you would be the best one to tell it. Thank you. The story is about the road that wasn't. I live in a small town tucked deep in the woods. Three streets, maybe 25 houses in total.

It's the kind of place you only end up in if you're either lost or visiting someone. Otherwise, no GPS or highway sign will lead you here. I grew up in this town. I know it sounds, it smells, it's silence. I know the way the wind moves through the pine trees on A Street. I know which porch lights flicker after dark and which old dog barks at passing deer. But last night, something shifted. I'll try to explain it.

Those stories like these always sound like hearsay. Half-forgotten memories told around a fire. Maybe you won't believe me. maybe I wouldn't either if I wasn't the one who lived it. It was just after 9 p.m. Because of some unforeseen chaos earlier, burned rice, spilled juice, a late work call, dinner was running behind.

I stepped out onto the porch to call the kids in. The screen door creaked and slapped shut behind me, and I yelled, Kids, dinner's ready. Silence. I figured they'd gone around the block like they sometimes do. racing their scooters and throwing pine cones at each other. I sighed, grabbed my phone, and started walking.

We live on what I'll call C Street. I headed up A Street and rounded the whole bend toward B. The evening air was unusually still. Heavy, like the whole neighborhood was holding its breath. Halfway down B Street, the feeling hit me. A cold prickles spread down my arms. The kind of gut feeling you could. get when you're being watched.

I stopped walking. That's when I noticed the reeds and bushes along the ditch shifting all at once, like something was moving through them. They rustled with an odd squeaking noise like wet shoes on a gym floor, but there was no wind.

Nothing else moved. The road felt longer than it should have. The houses that lined it seemed further apart and darker. It was like I'd stepped into a set, a perfect replica of my town, but wrong, dull and distorted. It was like watching a movie all around me, and I wasn't sure if I was the audience or the

character. I called out again, louder this time. Ellie, Ben, no answer. I turned in a slow circle. There were no barking dogs, no distant TVs, no tree frogs, bugs, just that same creaking noise from the bushes. We have coyotes out here, sometimes bears. Some folks even swear they've seen a black panther.

I don't believe them. I've hunted these woods, and I've heard every cry and call. But this sound, this sick, wet creaking, was new. Something was not right. I pulled out my phone and called Ellie. It rang twice and then went to voicemail. I tried again. Same result.

my heart rate spiked. I should have reached the Thompson house by now. It's maybe a five-minute walk max, but nothing looked familiar anymore. Not really. I started to walk faster. The darkness seemed to stretch with me, swallowing the ground behind me. I stopped checking my phone and I just focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Fifteen minutes passed and then twenty.

Then finally, Finally, I saw the Ben that leads back to Sea Street. My house sat at the end, porch light glowing like a lighthouse through the dark. Suddenly I could hear again. There were dogs barking, the wind rustling leaves, a night bird calling. And then my daughter's voice, there she is. She and Ben were on the porch, looking confused. I half jogged the rest of the way, breath caught somewhere in my throat.

"'Where were you?' I asked them, hugging them tightly. "'We were in the backyard,' Ellie said. "'We came and we heard you yell, but you weren't here. "'Then we heard you again, like, far away.' "'I didn't know what to say. "'I looked back toward B Street and everything looked normal now, "'familiar, as it should be. "'But I swear for those 20 minutes,

"'that place was not part of my world. "'I don't know if I walked into a... parallel universe, a time glitch or something the woods coughed up from between the cracks of reality, but one thing I do know is this. That mother-fluffing road back there was not real. Hello Raven. I've been thinking about glitches in the Matrix, time-hopping dimensions, and the paranormal just about my entire life. As a child, a psychic who was a close friend of our family approached my mother and told her that I had a very strong connection to the paranormal. My mother did not like this, and any time I would bring up something I saw or felt that was strange,

she would simply make fun of me and laugh me into a corner so I would stop talking about it. As an adult, I found comfort in finding people like you, unashamedly sharing the stories of so many alike, and connecting us through your voice. well, thank you. I appreciate that. I've been contemplating posting TikToks about my experiences, but haven't found the bravery to do that quite yet. So I'm hoping you'll be a beacon of light

that is able to share my story to help others connect and open up about their experiences. I've experienced what I believe are glitches in the Matrix several times, but this most recent one felt more impactful for some reason. It was a typical weekday. morning. I had just taken my daughter to school and on the way home, I remembered that I had run out of coffee. I decided to stop at the Starbucks down the road. Every morning I pull up my best friend's Snapchat's and I listen to her like a podcast as I drive. And she chats about the

start of her day. It's my favorite way to begin every morning. As I passed the road to my home, I realized the upcoming stoplights were out. I drove carefully and looked around, and it seemed like the roads were empty except for me. I started to get a strange feeling. There was no rainstorm, no thunderstorm, and no hurricanes, no bad weather. It was a beautiful blue sky day in Florida, with barely any clouds. I wasn't sure why the stoplights at the intersection were out, but they were. I drove further with caution, and the next stoplight before the Starbucks was out, too.

There was a cop directing traffic, but the stopped cars piled up quickly. To give you a visual, it was three lanes heading straight on my side of the road, and I was in the right lane. The right lane could either make a right at the light or go straight, and directly after the light was the turn-in for the Starbucks. Most locals don't use the right lane unless they're going to Starbucks because the line typically wraps slightly into the road and causes traffic on a normal day. When I saw the backed up traffic, I didn't think too much into it, but I did start to observe

what was going on. There were plenty of chances for cars in front of me to swerve out of the lane into the left lane next to us to get out of line. But they were just sitting there. Eventually, a few people left the line after a few minutes.

But it was still crazy long. Again, not too weird because people get coffee before work, right? I've never seen this many people, but maybe it had to do with the traffic lights being out. I finally get into the car line under the intersection light myself. It's moving very slowly. The line wraps around a building and into a parking garage, and as I get closer to the ordering box, which is right before the parking garage where you enter to pay, I noticed that my phone loses service completely.

I was listening to my friend's Snapchat, and it froze on her face, and my whole phone froze because I couldn't swipe out of it. I began to get that weird feeling again. I know it's not unusual to lose service in a parking garage, but I wasn't even in the garage yet, and I didn't just lose service. My entire phone was unusable. It just paused and was sometimes. silence on my friend's face.

I felt like it was waiting in eternity in the same spot. My phone was frozen so I couldn't keep track of the time. I drive an old beat-up car and the digital clock is no longer visible in it. I started looking around and realized I hadn't seen any traffic driving by in a long while. I didn't see the cop directing traffic. No sound of cars even on.

Everything seemed so quiet. I didn't hear any noises of birds or traffic of cars driving. No one was walking in the plaza. I looked at the car in front of me and I didn't see anyone in the driver's seat. I didn't even remember seeing them order. Now, it could have been the angle I was at in my car, but I was really getting freaked out. I started looking at all the cars, stopped in line for the Starbucks around me. and I felt like I didn't see anyone driving a car.

There must have been at least 17 cars lined up. I've never seen so many before. I started really examining every car that I could see from my seat. I started to sweat. I chopped it up to maybe everyone had good tints, and I just couldn't see through them. Something just felt really off. The air felt stale.

I felt like I was on the inside of a snow glow, waiting to be shaken up and awoken. I kept my foot on the brake and slouched down in my seat. I started tapping my fingers on the wheel and picking my lips. After what seemed like forever waiting there, suddenly the line started moving forward. I pulled up to the ordering box and the voice greets me with... Good morning, welcome to Starbucks. My name is Michael. What can I get for you? I do my entire order. A grande, grande, white chocolate mocha,

ice latte with oat milk, please. That's my order. It's a long order, so usually the person on the other side repeats it back to me. I wait and wait and wait, and wait, and I don't hear anything. I say, hello? And hear no response back. My phone is still out of service and frozen on the screen of my friend. I wait in silence, window down, no breeze, no birds chirping.

I don't even know if I heard the sound of the cars running at this point. I felt so creeped out, just dead silence. After waiting awkwardly, finally a voice comes back. Good morning, welcome to Starbucks. My name's Michael, what can I get for you? I thought, okay, that's weird, but I ordered again. I've had the workers switch with another worker in the past, and they've had to introduce themselves again, but never the same exact robotic line coming back to me after several minutes of,

silence. Then I noticed I can see the person in the car in front of me, sort of. This time no head or face, but I can see their hand was sticking out the window, with their phone, probably holding their Starbucks app open to be scanned. Then I looked back at the cars behind me to see if they've moved, and the three cars behind me have their windows open with their hands sticking out the exact same way with their phones. But they haven't ordered yet. Chills ran down my arms. Weird. Were the people with their phones out of their windows stuck in this glitch too, or was it a visual bug that I wasn't meant to see?

Why would they have their phone sticking out of the car before even ordering? Why was everyone doing this? I never even saw them inch up. I just looked behind me and they were closer. I felt uncomfortable. Then as the line moved forward again, and everything seemed to return to normal. Still in the parking garage, my phone suddenly starts playing the voice of my friend again,

and it unfroves. I heard the traffic noises, cars were moving again. I saw there were people clearly in their cars and no hands holding phones out their car windows. I saw birds swoop into the opening of the parking garage window. I was so spooked out, though, because for a solid 15 minutes it felt stale, like everything was paused for a system update or something. It really looked like every car was empty, and it was really weird when things started to, quote,

wake up again, that everyone had their phones out their window. I'm probably overthinking the entire thing, but it felt like I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I told my boyfriend the story later that day, truly shaken up, but he laughed hysterically. He really thinks that I made a lot out of nethered, nothing, but I was there and I felt it. I decided to talk to my best friend, chat GPT, about it, and it really opened my mind to

thinking about the experience. The traffic lights out with a first sign of a power disruption or system recalibration. The frozen phone with no service, a dead zone where reality was suspended. The eerie stillness and silence, background scripts paused. The Starbucks employees double spaced out greeting, a reset in the audio script loop or some kind of glitch in itself. No one in their cars? Maybe the system got lazy while it was updating. I wasn't meant to be so observant and noticed that much.

Cars still run, but the rendering of people inside omitted for optimization. It was like I was seeing NPC shells waiting to be awoken again. I'm not exactly sure what happened. but I know my intuition felt something was off and I did not like it. Maybe I entered a liminal slip zone, somewhere between realities where my consciousness was jumping timelines. Maybe it was some kind of checkpoint reload. Something happened and the system had to reboot from a clean save.

I don't know what to make of it all, except I feel like I was too aware, too attuned to subtle ripples in reality. As I drove down the road back home, the stoplights were working again and traffic seemed to clear back to normal. I exited out of my friend's Snapchat and stayed observant of the sounds and visuals around me, and I could not wait to get back home. Thank you so much for reading and sharing my story. I hope whoever hears this and relates, knows that they're not alone, and that there's nothing wrong with being overly observant. even if other people don't understand.

Hi, Raven. I'm going to start off by saying that I've had some weird things happen to me in my life, but this was the biggest glitch that happened to me. I remember getting up and getting ready for school. I got dressed, got a cup of coffee, and things like that, and I clearly remember taking my phone out of the compartment in the couch, and taking it off the charger, getting the rest of my things and getting in the van to go to school.

And because I went to a school that was meant for kids, it had problems, because of either a learning disability, mental or emotionally ill, or fresh out of juvenile hall, we had to be checked with a security wand and our phones and bags were held all day. We would get them back after school. I was diagnosed with high-functioning autism after going, to that school. I remember clearly that morning having my phone that day. I played Dragon Manna Legends. I looked out the window turning my head back toward the phone and playing the game

until I got to school. And then I remember turning my phone off when I got to the school and then putting it in the phone box and walking to class shortly after that. But when the end of the day came around, I went over to get my phone from the phone box. It, wasn't there. I thought that it got stolen by one of the kids because I've had my belongings stolen for me before and ruined by those kids at that school. And I was saying that if my phone was stolen,

the school would pay me for my new phone, and I held up my van and told the van driver that I couldn't find my phone. She told me that I didn't have it that morning and that I was asleep. Like I said, I was playing my game. I felt my phone in my hand. hands that day. I remember the feeling of my thumbs gliding across the glass, and I looked out

the window, and I wasn't misremembering. I know that I had it with me, or I wouldn't have been so mad when I couldn't find my phone. When I got home after all that, I checked the compartment in the couch, and my phone was still in it. It wasn't even off the charger. It was still connected to the charger, and like I said, I took it off the charger, and had brought it with it. me to school that day and I definitely was not asleep because I looked out the window to see how close we were to the school. I can only sum it up to being a glitch and nothing else. It still weirds me out to this day. Thank you so much Raven for reading this and giving a community to talk about these weird happenings with one another. In the late 90s,

a friend of mine moved into a 100-year-old Victorian house. From the outside, it looks at looked well kept, freshly painted with a charming, almost dignified presence, but the inside was another story. Dinky, worn down, and neglected by time. Still, I thought it was amazing. The upstairs bedrooms were especially interesting. Each had two rooms. You enter through what looked like a sitting room, likely for receiving guests back in the day, and then walk into the actual bedroom in the back. To celebrate, my friend hosted a housewarming party. A bunch of us stayed the night afterward, crashing in different parts of the house.

I remember thinking how beautiful the home must have been in her prime, and how sad it was to see it so neglected. My friend and I, call him Greg, ended up sleeping on the living room floor. That night, I woke up twice. The first time, moonlight was streaming in through the front window, but something was different. Everything around me had changed. I was still in the same house, but it wasn't the same house, or the same timeline. The dingy walls, the peeling paint and old carpet, were gone.

The living room was fully restored, ornate Victorian chairs, a matching setty, elegant rugs, curtains and end tables. The walls were a bright, warm yellow, and the wood floors were polished and smooth beneath me. It was stunning. I thought I must be dreaming, so I lay back down and went to sleep. I woke again just before full sunrise. The same room, the same immaculate Victorian space, was still there. The morning sun, just barely coming up, lit it beautifully. Again, I assumed it was just some vivid waking dream. When we got up, I told Greg what I had seen, and he looked at me wide-eyed. He had seen it, too.

Every detail, the yellow walls, the furniture, the moonlight, and the sun barely shining on the eastern-facing window, illuminating every detail. We had both woken up at the same times. He later told me that it happened almost every time he slept in that room. There was one other night that we slept there together, and it happened again. I've thought a lot about the experience over the years. Back then, I had no explanation. Now, I wonder if reality is more fluid than we think. Maybe what we call ghosts aren't spirit of the dead.

Maybe they're people living their lives in another time. What if during those nights we were transported back 100 years into the past? just so we could see how beautiful and elegant this house once was, and only because our thoughts created the proper vibration to move into this timeline. And what if? At that same moment, someone in 1896 came downstairs and saw two oddly clothed strangers lying on their parlor floor. This is a true story, and I'm glad that I had someone to share this experience with.

However, I'm no longer in contact with Greg. This is a glitch that happened to me and my siblings many years ago. I was at a park with my two sisters and three step-sisters, all of different ages, me being the youngest. We were walking home from the park that was on the opposite side of the small town that we lived on. Like, the park was on one border of the town. You passed through the town, and we lived on the suburbs next to the main part. part of town.

So we're passing through the main part of town and we see a guy walk out of a store wearing a suit with sunglasses talking on a cell phone. Not weird, but people didn't dress like that in this small country town. We keep walking and see a black car pull up and another man in a suit with sunglasses on the phone gets out. The more we go through town, the more we see black cars pull up, and more men in suits with sunglasses on the phone walking out of stores and the cars. It gets to the point that we are running because everybody in the streets is a man in a suit with sunglasses talking on the phone,

and all the cars are black. As we run, it seems to get darker and darker until we run through the hole in the fence that leads into our backyard, where it's pitch black. We make it inside, but two of my sisters are significantly slugly. slower and are still behind us. Now, I think they made this part up, but it's still part of the story. But they said after we went through the fence, they saw a glowing demon face behind them. Again, I think they may have just added that for some flare to the experience,

but the whole story is crazy, so who knows? Some additional detail. The oldest of the group was about 15, and they saw everything too, except for the face. I was about eight. It was overall about a 30-minute experience. It was around sunset, which is more likely the reason for it getting dark, but it seemed super accelerated. There were probably about 30 men in suits when we started running, and what they were saying on the phone sounded like nonsense, but again, I was only eight. Hi, Raven.

The experience that I'm going to relay here is, only one aspect of a larger set of happenings that were kind of intertwined and ongoing over years. But this particular part fits into the glitch category, I figure, or possibly timeline shift, with some maybe paranormal aspects as well. Though I suppose paranormal is pretty much a big umbrella that could cover most of the stories you read, so I don't know if that helps much insofar as categorizing this story, sorry. No worries. I do want to say that finding your videos I watch on YouTube

has really helped me to feel less odd. Not alone, at any rate, so I wanted to send some appreciation your way, as well as to all those those stories you've read. I've begun putting together my own YouTube channel just to tell my own stories slash experiences and snippets. My ADHD tends to hamper me from achieving anything much more than that at any one time. mostly because I had a counselor tell me once that I should write a book, but I doubt that I have the mental stamina for a book.

So putting down my experiences and snippets might have some therapeutic benefits. There's just so many of them. But I digress. Long story short, a big thank you, and shout out to you and everyone else experiencing the weirdness life seems to be. And then on to the story. I was on the phone with a friend late one night in the summer, or early fall of 2019.

I remember this specifically because my 10-year-old daughter was across the country with her dad, intending to stay there for a year, and I was temporarily living alone when this happened. Anyway, while on the phone I was telling my friend, let's call her Jane for the sake of clarity, about this really cool Atlas that I have. I love books and maps, an Atlas is my jackpot, that has various maps based on Curiol. or weird senses-type data gathered throughout history. Wanting to quote some examples to her, I went to get the Atlas while we talked.

It wasn't on the shelf that it was normally on. I have a lot of books and thus bookshelves, but not many that could accommodate a book as big as this Atlas, so it was odd that it wasn't in its normal spot. I continued to look in any other place that it might be and couldn't find it anywhere. on any shelf or stack of books in my home, which isn't a huge place, maybe 1,200 square foot max, as it's a two-bedroom apartment-style condo. I even checked my daughter's room just in case to no avail. Since I was still on the phone, I kind of brushed it aside and turned my attention back to Jane.

Sorry that I couldn't share some of the interesting stuff from the Atlas with her. When we had finished our chat, my attention went back to searching for the Atlas. I went back to the shelf it had always been on and noticed a book that I didn't recognize. I hadn't bought this book. It hadn't been given to me. It wasn't the sort of thing I would give anything more than a passing glance to if I'd come across it in a bookstore. I won't say the title of it here, but it had a subtitle. I think that's what it's called.

of harnessing the power of the cross against unseen evils. That freaked me out to a fairly substantial degree, given a lot of the surrounding events I alluded to earlier. There's just way too much to submit here, but suffice to say there was creepy stuff with some pretty dark undertones going on, so the title of this never-before-seen-in-my-house book scared the crap out of me. It took me a while to have the courage to even take the book off the show. shelf, but eventually I did, and I noticed it was far from new. A lot of pages were dog-eared,

I think that's what it's called when you turn a corner down to save your spot in the book, so I kind of rifled or flipped through the pages of the book briefly, and realized there were handwritten notes in the margins on a lot of pages, as well as a lot of highlighted parts throughout. This is not something I have ever done with my books, not even in textbooks as a kid. though I probably should have, I might have been a better student, and the handwriting wasn't anything I recognized. I stopped at a random page to kind of see what sort of things were highlighted or noted. I figured since a lot of the crazy things that had already gone on throughout my life had kind of intensified around that time, maybe this book was brought to me to help, as crazy as that possibly comes across.

The text on the particular page I'd stopped on referenced a couple Bible verses and out of curiosity, I went to get my Bible to see what the verse was. The Bible I have was the one that had been in my home as a child, though we were far from a religious family. I know there was maybe a year or two long period where we had attended church on a regular basis, as a family when I was maybe seven or eight years old, and that's likely when the Bible was acquired. though I don't recall ever seeing anyone actually reading it.

The only reason I'm sure that this was our family Bible is because there are periodic photographs throughout, and one of them was a little town outside of Bethlehem that was the same name as I was given at birth. I've almost always gone by either a nickname or shortened version of this name, but as a kid, I'd been kind of excited to see something that had my name on it, as it isn't particularly common, or at least it wasn't at the time. So, there were no stickers or mugs or keychains with my name on them like everyone else had, but I digress. I can sympathize. So I opened the Bible to search for the verse that had been referenced in the mystery book,

only to have a section of pages nearly fall to the floor. I was dumbfounded. It was as if this Bible had been read and re-read so often that sections of pages had lost their bindings and were no longer held in place. needing to be physically held in or tucked back when closing the book. On top of that, as I flipped through the pages, I saw that there were highlighted parts throughout. I've had this book in my possession for years,

and while I don't reference it often, it absolutely was not like that the last time I had looked at it. And again, I don't highlight my books, and I don't know about highlighting a Bible. If I were a highlighter, well, it would be a highlighter. well, it would almost seem sacrilegious to mark a Bible. I don't know if that's a thing, but I'm certain that I wouldn't do it, you know, like just in case. The next part might get confusing or convoluted.

I'm hoping to tell it in an understandable way here. Anyway, one evening I was talking to a different friend, we'll call her Mary, on the phone relaying the events it had been going on. As I'm telling Mary about going to the bookshelf during my call with Jane and not finding it, I was actually walking to the bookshelf just as I had when talking to Jane. Before I could finish the sentence about how it hadn't been on the shelf, I stopped short, because now the Atlas was there. It was there, right where I'd always kept it.

Like, what the actual flippity-do? So now I'm telling Mary that the missing Atlas was no longer missing, but it had been missing for weeks. I felt crazy, in all honesty. After our call ended, it occurred to me to see if the other book that had appeared in its place was still in my possession. I had moved it from the shelf where I'd found it to the same shelf that I kept my Bible on, and it's still there, all highlighted, and notated and dog-eared with my now dilapidated highlighted Bible. I mentioned earlier that many things like this have happened throughout my life, along with far or crowsy. crazier things. But as far as possessions, disappearing and reappearing, I've always thought of it as spirits or ghosts

messing around. I've heard they can be mischievous, until I discovered your stories about glitches. I honestly don't know what it is, but I'm truly grateful to know that I'm not alone and experiencing this crazy stuff. And thank you for reading. Hello, Raven. I've posted a story a while back, but nothing true. truly bizarre has happened to me since, until last week.

I need to tell the story from the beginning so you can understand the glitch that we experienced. When my daughter was nine, she had appendicitis. When we were at the ER, we were told that there was not a pediatric surgeon at the hospital that we were at, and that she would need to be transferred by ambulance to the county hospital a town over. While we were waiting to be transported, a nurse came over and gave her a stuffed kangaroo wearing a shirt with the name of the hospital. My daughter loved it and held it the entire time we were in the ambulance, and when we arrived at the other hospital. Now keep in mind that the nurse gave her one kangaroo. Anyway, when we got home after she was discharged from the hospital, she put her kangaroo next to her favorite stuffed animal.

A few years later, we sold our house and moved to another state. Everything was put in storage until our house was built. When we were finally able to move into our newly built house, I remember going through my daughter's stuffed animals with her to decide which ones to donate. She found the kangaroo and she decided to keep it. It ended up in a box in her closet for the next five years. Last week, she decided to go through her stuff again to see what could be donated. She came across the kangaroo again and decided to keep it.

As she was digging further down the box, she came across another kangaroo, the same exact one that she had already found. Same shirt with the same hospital name. She showed them to me, and we were both perplexed. We both remember that she had only been given one stuffed kangaroo before we left that hospital. It's impossible that the other hospital would have given her the same stuffed kangaroo with the same shirt and hospital names since it was an entirely different hospital. No affiliation with the other one. I even took a picture of both kangaroos, both identical. We're still creeped out about this, and the two kangaroos are still here at the house.

Thanks for listening, Raven. I love your stories, by the way. keep them coming. Oh, I will, don't you worry. Hi, Raven. I absolutely love your show. This is my first submission to As the Raven Dreams. That's me.

I've encountered strange happenings throughout my life. Patty, if you're tuning into this podcast, yes, this story is about us. Hi, Patty. Back in the late 70s, I owned an AMC Gremlin and lived in the western Chicago suburbs. I had just picked up my friend Patty, and we were on our way to work. where we cleaned a library. One of the expressways had a notoriously dangerous exit, with very little space between the on and off ramps.

As I approached the off ramp, a semi-truck had just merged onto the highway. We should have collided. Patty screamed and I was sure we were about to be crushed. But to our amazement, we passed through unscathed. And from the exit ramp, we saw that the trucker had pulled over to the shoulder. There's no logical explanation as to why the truck didn't run us over.

Gremlins were small, but not small enough to fit under a semi. One moment we were bracing for the worst accident of our lives, and the next we were safely on the off-ramp. Glitch, other dimension, so grateful, yet truly peculiar. The very next day we were back in my car, driving east on what they called the Eisenhower Express, way heading into Chicago. About three-quarters of a mile west of the city, we spotted something totally out of the ordinary that looked like a long silver bullet train on an overpass.

It was so bright that it was almost blinding. About half a mile past that overpass, we saw three figures in full hazmat suits standing right in the middle of the eastbound and westbound traffic. They were using some kind of tool and seemed to be searching for something. Besides the hazmat suits, what made the scenes so strange was that the other drivers didn't seem to notice them or care. If you're familiar with Chicago in the late 70s, or even now, you know that drivers typically honk for any reason. I switched lanes to give them space, but the other drivers didn't. Neither the people in the hazmat suits nor the other drivers paid any attention to each other.

It was otherworldly odd. We checked the newspaper for days, hoping to find some story or mention of the event, but nothing was ever reported. That weekend, we encountered what felt like two alternate reality events. Patty and I compared the episodes and concluded that we had experienced the same thing. When we shared our story with others, they thought we were crazy, because even though hazmat suits and silver bullet trains had been invented, they weren't typically seen anywhere yet. Driving through a semi-truck only rendered comments

in regard to how lucky we were and how I should be more careful, but no mention of how we could have just passed through the truck. It was truly a bizarre weekend with no explanations. Was it glitches? Or had we entered an alternate universe? Lazzang sur-joled, puissance-moyane for 15 minutes.

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childhood essay and violence. So if you are not comfortable listening to a story that contains those sorts of sensitive, subjects. I recommend skipping this one. Time stamps are in the description. Hi, Raven. This is a tale of three glitches, or potential glitches. Two came after negative events, and one came after a positive event. The first one will touch on being an adult survivor of childhood S-A. The second will touch on threats of violence. The common theme between those is having self-deletion idealization.

The third one is much more positive. Story one. Sometime between third and fourth grade, something happened. I'm an adult survivor of childhood essay that started sometime in second grade and ended around eighth grade. My childhood best friend lived with his uncle. His uncle was my abuser. I think he went too far and it's possible that I actually died as a result, or should.

have died. Instead, I think I may have shifted into a new reality, and my brain was affected in a positive way. I went from reading at about a sixth grade level to reading at a 12th grade level. This was back in the days of the old SRA tests at the end of the school year. I was in fourth grade in 1980. My reading comprehension score tested at 11th grade in 9th month. After that, I actually tested out as beyond test range. Story number two At my dad's insistence I tried going into the National Guard after

high school. I had never dealt with the abuse from childhood, so I had recurring thoughts that the world would be better off without me. It was noticed before time to train with live firing weapons. I was removed from basic training, and in the area, with the other people

removed, there was this one guy. He was a gang member from Chicago who was told to join the army or go to jail. He repeatedly broke the rules, so they took him out of training. One day he was doing a typical intimidation thing. He had a piece of a tent pole in his hand, and he advanced toward me, talking low about how he could easily cave my head in. He raised it up, and I have multiple memories of the same event.

I remember him crashing it down on my skull and ending my life, but I also remember him stopping short and laughing. After that, another guy in the area had a shift in personality. We'd been pretty good friends until that point. I had a calling card, this was 1988, that my parents paid for so I could call home if I needed to. He copied down the number and made over a thousand dollars worth of long-distance calls on the card. He had to pay my parents back, but he and I never talked again, so this was a second shift.

Then number three The only sad part of this one is that it happened at the celebration of life for my father, who died in 2023. A friend and I had tickets to go see a play. We were close, we weren't dating, but I was her designated date to go watch plays. While we weren't a couple, we always seemed to be whenever we were together. As an example, she would insist on me putting my arm around her while we watched, and she would kind of snuggle up into me a bit.

At one play I took my arm from around her to applaud after the director's speech at the beginning, and she looked at me and said, What are you doing? And stared until I put my arm back around her. Anyway, we had tickets the night of the celebration. I told her about it, and she came up there to be there for me during it. At one point, a distant cousin was looking for one of my first cousins, and asked my mom,

Have you seen pretty boy? That was her nickname for him. My friend turned to me and asked, Is she talking about you? She doubled down later. We were shopping at a bookstore, and I needed to sit down because I was exhausted from everything going on.

She said, You sit there and look pretty while I shop. I feel like something shifted. I was a classic ambivert before that. I could be extroverted in certain situations that I felt safe in. Otherwise, I was an introvert. I'm now a full extrovert with a quick wit.

Someone described my new personality as a love child of Craig Ferguson, Robin Williams, Monty Python, and Groucho Marx. Since then, I've been given opportunities to grow as a performer that I wouldn't have had before. I don't know if that's actually a reality shift, but it sure feels like it. This happened back when I was in seventh grade. It was a regular school week, but something that occurred during that time has stayed with me ever since.

Something I still can't explain. I woke up early, got ready, had breakfast, and went to school as usual. That day we had a mock exam. I took the test, finished it, and then shared the answers with the friend of mine named Miguel. I clearly remember the classroom, the test itself. in our conversation. Another friend of ours, Lucas, was absent that day. I didn't see him at all.

Later, I came home, eight, did my usual stuff, and at some point I fell sleep. And then things got strange. I woke up again, got ready, and went to school, just like the day before. And again, there was a mock exam. But this time, Miguel was absent, and, Lucas was present. I took the test with Lucas, and we even discussed some of the questions together. It felt like a completely different day.

The test wasn't the same. The conversations were different, and yet it all felt just as real as the first day. The weirdest part is, is that I didn't realize at the time how similar the two days were. It didn't feel like deja vu or a dream. It felt like two separate... very real school days. Sometime later, we got our test results, all three of us. Me, Miguel, and Lucas received our grades.

That's when the confusion began. I talked to Miguel and we both remembered that Lucas had been absent on the first day. So how did he get a score? I asked Lucas and he said he didn't remember missing the test. For him, everything seemed completely normal. The thing that stayed with me the most, is this. I remember experiencing two entirely different days with different people, different conversations, and different tests. And Miguel also remembers Lucas being absent. So it wasn't

just my memory. To this day, I can't explain what happened. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't deja vu, it wasn't just a normal school routine repeating itself. It was like two timelines crossed paths, and somehow I lived through both of them. It's one of the few moments of my life where reality felt wrong or broken. I've been listening to glitch stories for years. I've had many unexplainable things happen during my life. Dreams that have come true, a few paranormal experiences, etc. It's so odd that things happen to me specifically.

I'm not someone who enjoys paranormal experiences, and I do not dabble in the occult. I am Christian, even my friend, called me a rounded square, meaning not so boring that I'm interesting, but rigid in my beliefs and respect for my body. No drugs, never drunk, etc. I'm not looking for glitches. I just find them interesting. Anyway, I was working the night shift as a nurse. The unit was slow and we had too many on shift.

The charge nurse asked me if I wanted to go home early. I've been a nurse for 23 years all on night shift. The girls all know that I'm willing to head out early. I walked through my door at around 0.21.m. I put my stuff down and headed for the fridge. I hadn't had time for a lunch break as a new batch of continuing education modules had popped up, and I was completing them in between caring for my laboring patient. I was excited to see my leftover chicken parmesan from Olive Garden.

It comes with two chicken breasts, breaded and covered in cheese and marinera sauce. Also half the spaghetti remained, perfect for my lunch. I heated the food in the microwave and walked to my comfy chair with my meal. I cut a clean slice off the side of the chicken. The plastic knife was having a bit of trouble going, through the chicken, and I pulled the fresh cut of chicken away to cut that piece in half or thirds, depending on how long the strip was. And this is where it gets really weird.

I felt the tension on my fork dissipate. The chicken that I had cut was just gone. I couldn't accept it. I had not taken a single bite. I did not eat it. It didn't fall as I never lifted it up at all. I sorted through every piece of spaghetti. I finally decided that I must have cut through spaghetti close to the chicken,

but there was a clean cut with white chicken meat showing. So where was the strip of chicken that I cut? I was so confused in busy searching my plastic container that my food was cold by the time I began eating it. Before you assume that it dropped on the floor, I assure you it did not. The to-go container has, deep sides. The chicken was cut to the side nearest to the spaghetti.

For me to knock it out of the dish, I would have had to have dumped the spaghetti on the floor, too. It's just gone. And yes, I did check the floor just in case, but there was nothing there. So it's definitely time for bed now because, yikes. This is my first glitch in the Matrix experience, which happened about 20 years ago. One day I was doing some yard work in front of my house when my line trimmer ran out of line. I removed the safety glasses I had been wearing

and left them on the ground while I went into the house to get more line. When I returned a few minutes later, the glasses were gone. Even though it was a quiet morning and there was little traffic on the streets or people walking through the neighborhood, I assumed that someone had come by and decided they needed the glasses more than I did, and just made off with them. There wasn't much I could do, but go get another pair of safety glasses out of the storage area and finish my yard work.

I didn't think any more about the incident after that until about six months later, when I was in the storage area rummaging around on the shelves, looking for a flour pot. In back of all the pots, to my surprise, I found the safety glasses. that had gone missing months ago. I'm positive they were the same glasses because they had a green rim at the top. The only glasses I've ever had like that. I have no idea how they got there. While I kept the glasses in the storage area, I never put them on that shelf,

and I would have never stored them behind all the flower pods. I also wouldn't have put them away at the time that they went missing because I wasn't finished with my yard work. I live alone, and as I stated, there was no one else around at the time that they disappeared. There's no logical explanation for the disappearance and then reappearance of the safety glasses that I can see. Hi, Raven. I just discovered your YouTube channel. My first thought was that these are great stories, but stories, nevertheless. I mentally challenged The Matrix and thoughts nothing about it.

The next day I had an episode of deja vu with the homeless person standing in the streets. I live in New York City, so it's not uncommon to see homeless people. Anyway, as I walked toward the person, I remember thinking that the person was very handsome. Then, as he turned around, he was very handsome and just as handsome as I thought before. He looked directly at me, and I just kept walking. I laughed to myself and thought, Oh, Matrix, you're going to have to do better than this. The next day I got home from work and put on Dragnet.

I like classic TV. Anyway, I turned it on and Joe Friday goes, Fred needs to take his medication. It startled me to the point that I took a picture with the captions on. I showed it to my coworkers as it was kind of funny. We joked about The Matrix and how I wanted to be the character from the movie that knows he's in The Matrix, but enjoys the stake anyway. The next day I'm walking to work on 7th Avenue.

It was a beautiful morning, not a cloud in the sky. And then it started to rain lightly, but just on me. At first, I thought someone must be throwing water, or worse, from a window above. But the rain was following me to the point that people are starting to look at me. I get past the rain and started smelling my hoodie to make sure that it was water. The following day, a friend was supposed to come by, so I bought steaks. He calls and cancelled, so now I have two steaks to eat just like what I described in the movie. The co-worker that I joked with about The Matrix is a huge fish fan.

I get home the next day, turn on this video, and this older woman was talking about the hive mind. stops and then goes, Have you ever been to a fish concert? That's when I finally said, Okay, Matrix, I believe you, that you are real, and then the strange occurrences stopped. Hi, Raven, I just wanted to give you an update on the bus stop glitch story that I submitted a few months back,

where I saw a chic man and his daughter passed the same bus stop twice in the space of a minute. I was coming home from work the other day and heading toward the same bus stop to catch my bus home when I experienced another glitch, which may or may not be related to the previous one. Sometimes when I come out of the train station, I see my bus, the 252, already at the bus stop, and so I have to make a decision about whether to run to try to catch it, or just wait until the next one arrives. At certain times it can take 20 minutes for another bus to come, which I'd rather avoid. When I come out of the station this time, I looked at the bus stop and saw that my bus, the 252, was just pulling up.

Normally I would run to catch it, but as I'm training for a half marathon at the moment, I tried to not run when I'm not warmed up, so I can avoid getting injured. I looked away and decided to catch the next bus, but when I looked back at the bus stop a few seconds later, the number of the bus had changed from 252 to 365. This has happened to me before, so I put it down to my mind playing tricks on me and auto-filling in the number before I could see it properly. However, I distinctly remember it saying 252, and it also had my destination on the front. I was mildly happy that I hadn't missed the bus, and when I got to the bus stop, the display said that the 252 would be coming in about one minute. That got me thinking about the Sheikman and his daughter, who I saw walking past the bus stop,

and then a minute later saw them walk past it again while I was waiting for my bus. Is this the same glitch where I'm seeing things there one minute before they actually arrive? As I mentioned, I've experienced buses changing numbers and destinations before, but it hadn't occurred to me that it could be a glitch. How many everyday things do we look at without realizing that they're actually glitches because we don't wait around to see the same thing turn up a minute later? Hey there, Raven, here's another story from Norway. It was February 2024.

I was driving my car on my way home from me. visiting family. It was an ordinary day. I was completely sober and don't use any kinds of drugs, and I have no history of mental illness. I was in a calm, peaceful mood while driving. The weather was initially cloudy, and it was quite cold, so I had the heater on. Strangely enough, there was no snow on the ground. There usually is in February where I live. It was getting dark early in the afternoon. It does so in Norway in the winter. I was a little less than an hour into my road trip when it started to snow.

As that is quite normal here, I didn't pay much attention to it. I just registered that I saw snow falling to the ground beneath my headlights. After a while, I noticed that my windshield was still dry, and my windshield wipers, which were set on automatic, did not wipe. I found that a bit strange, and I thought to myself that maybe it didn't actually snow. Maybe it was just dust that whirled up. I realize now that doesn't make sense, but that's what I thought. I kept driving, and soon it started to snow more and more.

Still nothing on my windshield. It remained completely dry. Now, I started to think, what in the world is happening? It snowed heavily now, and there was absolutely no doubt that this was indeed snow. After a while, I could see the ground getting covered, all white, everywhere. And then I reached my home and stepped out of my car and took a closer look at my windshield. It was completely dry. It still snowed.

I got wet, and my feet left tracks in the snow. So how is it there was no snow on my windshield? I've driven for many years through snowy weather, with or without a heater on, and it sure as hell makes the wipers start wiping every time. Except this time, because there was nothing to wipe. I laughed to myself because I felt a little like Donald Duck's lucky cousin, Gladstone Gander. In the DD magazines, it could rain or snow on Donald and everywhere else, while the sun would shine over Gladstone.

Sure, that's something. that could happen in comic books, but seriously, how could that happen to me in real life? How is it even possible? Boy, is my life strange sometimes? This is a glitch story that I've wanted to share since it happened. It was nighttime, and my wife sent me out to get us a late dinner. It was like 9.30 or 10-ish, so I was just grabbing some fast food. I pulled up to the Burger King drive-thru, and the voice on the other end, says the usual,

Welcome to Burger King, can I take your order? I start my order and they say, hold on a second, so I stopped talking. At this point, two things happened. A song started on the radio, and I got a notification from Facebook Marketplace. I take my phone out and respond to the message and scroll through the other listings just to look. The song ends, and that's when I noticed the person has taken a while getting back to me. So I look up. When I do, I see there are no lights on, and no cars in the parking lot.

There were at least five when I pulled up. I even took note of an older Bronco because it looked nice. Where I was sitting, the headlights would have hit me when the car left the parking lot. My window was down, and I would have heard... doors and engines starting up. I spoke to someone inside. This was before the recorded intros at

drive-thrus, and they responded back. The whole place was just suddenly dark and empty. I call my wife to tell her that I'm going to McDonald's instead, but the whole phone call, my and only, had feedback

like when you hold a microphone too close to a speaker. I could still understand her through it, but it was still weird. Until I left the parking lot, everything felt charged like static in the air. I get our food from McDonald's, and on the way back, I pass the Burger King, and the lights are on, and that Bronco was still there. Hi, Raven.

I saw a story on one of your podcasts today about a cat that appeared in a place it wasn't expected to be, and it prompted me to tell my own story about a cat that I used to have named Seymour. One day I decided to mop the hall floor in my house that stretches from the kitchen to the back bedrooms. Seymour always liked to walk back and forth across the floor when I mobbed, so I decided to put him in one of the back bedrooms for a few minutes until I got done mopping and the floor dried. Then I would let him out. I opened the door to the bedroom and Seymour went in. I watched him go in and around the computer cabinet, and I am.

immediately closed the door. Then, I proceeded to mop the hallway, and when I got to the kitchen, I heard a little meow, and I then turned to see Seymour trotting out of the kitchen and down the hallway. He didn't seem upset, maybe just a bit confused as to what he was doing there. I checked to see if the bedroom door was still closed. It was. But even if he had somehow gotten the door open, he would have had to have passed me in the hallway to get to the kitchen, and I would have seen him.

There's no other way out of the bedroom except a window, which was tightly closed. There's no reasonable explanation that I can see for how this cat got from the bedroom to the kitchen. That was the only time in his life he ever did anything like that. I have to chalk it up to just another glitch in the Matrix, which seemed to be happening every few months during this past three years or so. I'm not sure what this means. but it sure keeps life from getting too boring.

I've been running a horror-themed entertainment site, horror-dash-fix.com, for over 10 years now. In 2013, I had seen a slew of articles on my news stream about the passing of Silence of the Lamb's director, Jonathan Dem. I spent some time debating whether or not I should run an article talking about his life and his works as an influential genre director. I decided against it, as most of the major sites were flooding the web with their own stories, and I settled on its sort of being in bad taste as I had never met Dem,

and had no real connection to the director. This was not far from the time of the Oscars, and I have a vivid memory of Jody Foster presenting and delivering a very heartfelt anecdote of Dem as a director. It was very emotional, and Foster choked up related to. the story. I also remember him in the Academy Memorial that year. Fast forward to 2017, and I am again on my computer when I see an article from a competitor's site stating that Dem had passed. I remember running to my wife and going, oh my, this is the reason you don't allow random reposts on your site, as a rerunning article like this could be extremely embarrassing.

In the minute that followed, I saw similar articles pop up with the same news, and I remember thinking that more sites were now tailgating that article, and were posting their own by a mistake. I clicked on one, and to my surprise, all of the details were referencing 2017. I have very specific and distinct memories of Dem passing in 2012, and not in 2017. I want to start by saying that I am mentally stable and medicated. This really happened to me when I was 13 years old back in 2006. I spent a lot of time sitting on the swing, set outside, blasting emo music through my headphones, imagining being in a different timeline, a place where I had friends who truly understood me. As people who practice reality shifting know, this is very very.

visualization. One night, I fell asleep indoors after daydreaming on the swing for a few hours, and when I woke up, I found myself somewhere else entirely. In this different timeline, I was a student at a high school where we lived on campus. I had many friends in the life that I truly desired. One day I noticed a new girl at school and introduced myself and we quickly became friends. One afternoon, I used some slang that made perfect sense in 2006. She stopped me and said, You can't say that. It's 22 now and it's offensive. I looked at her like she had three heads and said, No, it's 2006. Then another student walked by, overheard us and said, no, it's 1982. That's a fact. We didn't know what to believe, so we checked the calendar.

The year was 2008. That's when I realized this timeline wasn't my own. Time isn't linear and apparently it's possible and very common to experience people from different streams of time and different years in some dimensions. I'd appreciate anyone else who experienced this speaking up in the comments, but I do not doubt my experience. I just think it's interesting enough to share. So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness.

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