As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 101 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: August 13, 2025

Welcome to 101st Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today st have 12 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! I upload episodes every 3 days, so there are 2 days between new uploads. The podcast consists of new scary story collections, Glitch in the matrix collections, and also what I call the "Dark Dreams" collections (which are older stories, remastered and layered with rain sounds). 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 Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in todays episode... Becca Dee, Aaron, Shawn, Coffee, Joey, Remy, Shawn, Carolyn w., RJ Whitaker , Judith Newman, OzarksOracle, Subject_Piccolo_7177 As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story 6 1 ➤ 2:11 2 ➤ 12:11 3 ➤ 20:48 4 ➤ 25:19 5 ➤ 28:18 6 ➤ 33:39 7 ➤ 37:48 8 ➤ 44:58 9 ➤ 46:53 10 ➤ 53:56 11 ➤ 56:39 12 ➤ 58:19 ----- 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. None of my audio is AI Generated, I am a real person reading real stories into a real microphone. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hey there, friends. I hope you're having a beautiful Wednesday is when this will go up. If it's not Wednesday, whenever you listen to this, I hope you're having a beautiful day, regardless of what day it is. I just want to come in here and say that today we have a mix of glitch stories. I do feel like it's been kind of heavy on the glitch content this past 30 days, which looking back in my calendar, it kind of has been. That's just sort of how the schedule fell into place, though. with the glitch episodes being scheduled as normal and then the incident causing me to not work for a few days um kind of just pushed things together a little weirdly i don't know things are going to continue to be as normal so it just felt kind of heavy so if you guys have kind of felt it's been glitch heavy lately

i do apologize not my intentions it just kind of happens i try to keep things diverse and kind of all over the place for a reason, because the more content and topics that I cover, the more likely it is that you'll be interested in something I've done in the past two weeks kind of thing. Anyways, just a reminder if you have a story you want to send in that's not a glitch story, go to as the ravendreams.com or send it to as the raven dreams at gmail.com.

I'm looking for a lot of topics right now, so if you have any stories about creepy neighbors, or scary stories from your childhood, or stories from being home alone, road rage stories, music venue stories, paranormal stories, especially. I do need glitch stories. If you have those as well, send them in. Just really anything strange or scary that's happened to you, please do put the tag of what it is, like just what kind of story it is.

Like if it's a babysitting story, put that in the title. But yeah, I need a lot of stories. So just send them in, please, if you got it. bottom. And now that this intro has gone on for two minutes, enjoy the glitch stories. Much love, friends. Hello, Raven. Love the podcast. Thank you. Myself and my partner have been debating sending this in for a while now, but I have the time to spare right now, so here goes. We live on a tiny island in the Irish Sea, 13 miles wide by 33 miles long, so tiny. It's a place shrouded in folklore and magic,

tales of giants, fairies, and fantastic creatures are woven throughout our island's history. And I, for one, love living here. This, however, is not a tale of magic or beasts, more a tale of pure confusion, that to this day still has us scratching our heads. We own a camper van. It started off life as a tradesman's work van, and over the years we've done it up together, putting solar panels up, fully built-in, bed and fridge inside, little touches here and there to make it a full-on home away from home when we're camping out.

Anyway, there's a place at the northernmost tip of the island that we would camp very regularly. We love it there, vast open seas, beautiful pebbly beach, wildlife, and birds to watch whilst we relax in the quiet of nature. We often see the odd dog walking, dolphins, and seals. A few other camps there too, but always far enough away as to not bother the others. Not far from where we camp, about an hour's walk away, there's a more inland area where permits were essential for camping, and you can express interest to the government about getting one, and they'll review your application and see one if they see fit.

We applied a few years ago, just as somewhere else's, to go for a change of scenery. We were sent to permit, and were excited at the fact that we could now, if we wanted, wild camp at this idealic spot. We decided one afternoon to drive to the spot and have a little look around, scope the area and find a cute little area to camp at some point. Like I say, our island is so small that having lived here all our lives, there's not many places we don't know, or haven't been as children or explored on our own since being grown-ups, with a camper. We're both mid-40s now. Okay, so we decide to drive up to the airs, the name for the spot that we received the permit for.

Think naturally formed little camping spots, quite spread out from each other, lush green grass in places, and more sand dunes and mounds and others. Motor homes and campers dotted the area here and there, but no one bothering anyone else and room enough between making this so rather easily. You get to this area by driving down a very long straight road almost to the sea, but the area opens out before you actually reach the sea. Where we normally camp were right on the beach, but this area requires a short walk to the sea once you found your spot.

So back to the story. We decided one day to take a drive out to the airs. and scope out, like I said. From our home to said spot takes about 40 minutes to get to, over the one and only mountain on the island. So we arrive at the top of the long road to take us to the camping area. We turn down and begin heading down the tree-line track, seeing the area sprawl out ahead of us right the way down to the sea.

We get about halfway down the track, and before we hit the end where the road opens up to the left, where the camping area really opens out, we come across a smaller area with lots of trees and an open gate on the left of the road that we are on. So, out of curiosity, we turn into said area. We park the van up and get out for a look around. The area was almost circular, surrounded by large trees,

and there was one continuous loop that you could drive around to come back the same way that you'd come in. A large raised mound in the center that the track went around and thick trees all around the outside. I will add that the day was glorious sunshine, but in this area it was darker and quiet. We didn't think much of it as we walked around looking for a suitable place that we could camp in the future. Like I said, this area was small from on top of the center mound. It was maybe five meters across, and the track around it was just that. a track. And if we camped on it, we would block any other vehicle from getting out

should they drive in after us. It was a cute spot. Trees, quiet, off the beaten track. But it didn't seem very practical from a not-being selfish to other campers point of view. So we carried on, wandering about amongst the trees and bracken and decided to just carry on to the actual camping area. We couldn't work out the relevance of the area with the mound. It wasn't leading anywhere. There was no need for a turning spot as it was tucked away off the main straight road, but who were we to judge its reasons for being there? We got back in the van and carried on, but never came to the area that we were originally looking for. It was nowhere. It should have been straight down this road. The road only went to this

spot, highly signed as an area of natural beauty and a place to camp. By this time we were tired, and as this was just a reconnaissance type outing, we decided to head home and come look another time, laughing that maybe the area we were at was it. The small clearing with the mound was all there was. We knew this not to be true, but we were baffled as to how we had gone so wrong on a road that only leads one way. We thought maybe we'd missed an opening in the mound area that led out to the full-on wild camping ground.

But we walked the whole thing, looking through trees, standing on the mound for a better view, searching everywhere, nothing. So we reluctantly drove home, saying that we must have made a wrong turn and that we would return another day, giving us more time to find exactly where we needed to be.

It was a few months later when we were. returned to the area. We turned on to the long road, headed down to the sea, and expected to have the chance to go look around the mound area again. But on traveling down the road this time, we drove slow, looking to the left, waiting to see the tree covered clearing with the gate, with the circled track and mound. But it never appeared. We drove straight down the road, veered around to the left, and lo and behold, the landscape opened out to the large, area that I spoke of earlier. The naturally formed little camping spots amongst the green grass and sandy dune areas.

All under a huge open sky, mountain to one side of your view and the sea to the other. We were stunned. This is the spot we looked for the first visit. But this was not here that time. We drove straight to it. It was simple, off the main road, drive straight down and here we were. we are. It couldn't have been easier. We drove

about a little, saw people parking up, having a great time in the sun, flying kites, making food, enjoying the day. So we just thought that that last time, for whatever reason, we'd missed it. How? We weren't sure,

but we put it down to it being our mistake. On finally finding the area and how easy it was to actually find the area, we stayed a while and then decided to head home. Satisfied we knew where to camp out next time we visited. We discussed the tree area on the way back up the long road and drove so slowly as to find it again.

We looked right all the way up, as we were coming from the opposite direction. Nothing. Not even a break in the hedge row for a vehicle to turn into. No gate in the hedge growth? Nothing all the way up until we got back on to the main road. road. It was straight all the way up. We even drove back down again once we got to the top, convinced that we had missed something, but no. We ended back down at the bottom at the camping ground type area. To this day, we've been up there many, many times, and never, ever again have

we found the tree-lined mound area. We were there. We walked around it. We talked about how cute it was. We commented that maybe this is it as we didn't find the real place the first time. I felt the darkness from the tree that blocked out the sun on that glorious day. But we never have found that place

since. I'm not sure what to put it down to, but I know that I'm not crazy as my partner was with me. We both had this experience and we still talk about it now. Anyway, we still wild camp

but have never had anything like that happened before or since. Thanks for taking the time to read this, and thank you for your podcast. We love it. Signed, Rebecca and Andrew. Lazzangue sur-gillet, puissance-molyne for 15 minutes. We're like to dojo. Vive the pleasure with Leo Jo.

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Hey, Raven. I've been a lurker for quite a while, and I'm a pretty big fan of your glitch stories. Mostly because they're wild and give that sense of validation that maybe, just maybe, we aren't all crazy. Maybe there are some weird things going on out there in the universe, things we can't explain. After what happened last night, I'm kind of clinging to that because what happened was bizarre. By no means is this a terrifying story, and by no means will it make any best of glitchless or anything.

But it happened, and I want to tell you about it. To start, just a little bit of context. I'm a bit of a night owl. I've always been more awake in the evenings than during the day. I live alone right now with my dog, Charlie. Around 11 or so, Charlie and I like to go for a quick walk around the block. I let him do his business, and then we get back to the house, and he usually passes out. I'll be up for a few hours after that, but that's typically the last big thing that I do every day.

When we go on our walks, I always take my keys with me. It's one of those carabiner clips that I usually hook to my belt loop, and it's a bit of a jingly mess, as it's my house key, car keys, and the keys for my desk at work. Last night, we started off with our normal routine. Leashed up, out the door, down to the big oak tree at the corner, a few rows down, and then back. When I grabbed my keys, for some reason, I chose to not glip them to my belt. And instead, I hooked them to the loop at the end of his lead, the one where your hand goes through. We were almost back when I tripped, which caused Charlie to pull a bit.

When I fell, I didn't let go of the lead, but I did hit the ground, so the keys did too. I heard them hit the concrete with a metallic clanking noise. I got up, brushed myself off, and when I was fully standing, it occurred to me that the lead was a bit lighter. I checked, and sure enough, my keys were gone. They were no longer attached to the loop. I cursed under my breath and looked around at the ground to see where they would have fallen, but they weren't anywhere near me. I grabbed my phone and turned on my flashlight,

searching every inch in a five- or so foot radius, but I couldn't find them. I was getting flustered, but I figured that I could get Charlie home and then come back over this way to try and find them. I had a spare key hidden outside, so at least I could get into the house and let him in, so he wasn't sitting out there with me while I searched for my other keys. I was only about two houses away from my own, so I finished the walk and I let him in, and then came back toward where I had fallen down, but this time with an actual flashlight.

I searched everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I meticulously combed every inch of that sidewalk, the curb, the small strip of grass between the sidewalk and the street, even the storm-drained cover just in case. I shined my light everywhere. I got down on my hands and knees and swept my hands across the concrete like a deranged detective, but nothing. I spent a literal hour out there. My neck was stiff, my knees were hurting, and I was starting to panic. I had a spare key for the house, obviously.

I even had a spare key for my car, but I did not have a spare key for my work desk. It wasn't a huge deal, but it was going to be annoying because I was going to have to figure out who I needed to talk to, how to go about getting a replacement, or just having them break the lock and replacing it. The problem was that I had a lot of work in those drawers, so I would need it done immediately. and I really was not looking forward to the hassle of it all. After an hour and a half, I did a bit more searching after I hit that mental wall with the whole key thing, and then I finally gave up. I went back inside, fully dejected, and genuinely not understanding how the hell my keys had just disappeared when I fell.

It was like they fell into some kind of wormhole and were sucked up by the universe. When I got back in, I grabbed a bottle of water and sat down at my tiny dining room table. I started thinking about the fact that my keys were just gone, and I was getting kind of upset. At this point, it was obvious that I was not going to find them. They were completely gone, but some silly thing in my brain told me to go back outside just for a moment to see if they were somewhere around. So, I did. I stood up and walked out the side door to where my car was parked, and that's when I saw them. My keys.

There in the passenger side door were my keys. The car key was in the lock, and the other keys were dangling there as if they had been there the whole time. So now comes the point where some might say that I just left them in the door for whatever reason, but I have a few thoughts on that. One, my car has keys that can unlock the door, but it also has electronic locks. As such, I have, to the best of my knowledge, never used the key to actually unlock the door. To continue from that thought, even if I had been using my key to unlock the door, why would I use it on the passenger side and not the driver's side?

Another issue with that thought is the fact that I used the key to lock the front door when Charlie and I went for a walk. I didn't come out the side door, so I was nowhere near my car. I felt the keys jingle on the lead as we were walking. I heard them jingle, so I know for a fact that I had them up to the point where I tripped. And even then I heard them hit the concrete, and yet there they were. sitting with the key firmly planted into my passenger side door. I had been outside for nearly two hours looking for these keys, and they ended up in my car door waiting for me.

It makes absolutely no sense to me. The only logical explanation that I have been able to come up with is that someone put them there because they knew that they were my keys. but even that doesn't hold up when I think about it. It was around 11.30 at night. Nobody else was outside. Plus, I was in an area where I dropped them for the majority of those two hours. I had walked back to the house to drop Charlie off and grab a flashlight,

and I was inside for about three minutes while I got that bottle of water, but I don't think that was long enough for someone to grab them and bring them back to my car. If that is what happened, then the person would have had to have found them in the five minutes total that I wasn't in the area where I dropped them, known for some reason that they were mine,

and then ran them over to my house to, for some strange reason, put them in my car door. And, while they did that, I would have had to have not noticed them, even though the window to the side of my house was in my line of sight. While I guess it is possible, it just doesn't really make sense,

unless I have a very crafty and close following stalker. Possible, sure, but not very probable. If that's not the explanation, however, then the only thing I can think of is some weird supernatural force gave me my keys back. So, I guess I'll just have to chalk it up to being a glitch in the Matrix. Hello, Raven. I would like to say thank you for taking the... time to read this, and I hope that this story makes the podcast. It did. So I would like to start

off by describing my house layout and a little about me. I'm 19 and I live in Aberdeen, Scotland. I still live with my parents. They're divorced, so I stay at both houses on a rotation type thing. But the story takes place at my dad's house. My dad's house has three floors because the loft got turned into a bedroom when I was little. And that was my parents' bedroom before they got divorced, and still is my dad's bedroom to this day. I won't get into the detail of the bottom floor, because it has no relevance. But the middle floor is where my room is, along with the bathroom and spare bedroom. So if you enter the front door, the stairs leading up are to your left, and right at the top is the bathroom.

The right's my bedroom, and then next to my bedroom is the spare. Imagine it like an L shape, the bathroom being on the bottom, and the two rooms being on the longer bit. Then, along from the two rooms, imagine the top of the L, and to the right is the stairs leading up to my dad's bedroom. The story takes place at around 4.15 a.m. I was up late, rewatching Stranger Things because of the new season that's releasing later this year. And I hear my dad get up and walk down the stairs and into the toilet. which isn't unusual. This is the time that I should mention the house

has very distinct creaks in the floor. And since this is the house I've lived in for all 19 years of my life, I've memorized them pretty well, from the creeks of my dad's bedroom floor, to the creaking on the stairs, and finally the creaking of the corridor leading past both bedrooms into the toilet.

Well, I don't know why, but I paused the episode that I was one, watching to just listen. Nothing felt off necessarily, but I don't know. It's just one of those things you do and don't know why you did it. I could hear my dad sniffing. He had a block nose at this point, so I'm pretty sure he was just a little ill. And since the bathroom is literally right next to my bedroom, I could hear it clearly.

So I was just lying there listening when I heard one last sniff coming from the bathroom, and then all the sudden I heard the floorboards creaking from upstairs and my dad climbing into bed, which makes even more floorboards creak. I was a little confused, because normally I would hear him walking back, not just the floors like his first few steps, since he's so close to my door that I can hear them,

accompanied by the floorboards and then the stairs and finally his bedroom floorboards. But after that one second, sniff, which I swear happened in the bathroom, and or just outside my room. And not even a second later, I heard the upstairs bedroom floorboards. I should say that me and my dad are the only ones who stay in the house at the time of this writing, so there's no one else that could have made the floorboards Creek or sniff. It was undoubtedly my dad.

It's just I don't know how he got up to the bedrooms so fast. If he ran up, which he had no reason to do, it would make a lot of noise. And there are a few unavoidable creeks, so if he tried for whatever reason to intentionally avoid them, I would at least hear the corridor one or a certain one on the stairs. Not to mention I didn't hear him walking, just that sniffle in the bathroom,

than the creek of the upstairs floorboards. So did my dad teleport upstairs? Was there some sort of little time glitch where I missed the part of him going up the stairs? I don't know what to think of this situation. It's very minor in comparison to some of the other stories, which are all amazing, by the way. I love each and every one of them. But I just wanted to share this story because it's the first glitch-like experience that I've ever had. Hey, Raven, thanks for reading this small glitch.

I've been listening for less than a month, but... but I'm so into stuff like this that, in fact, I was feeling sort of left out. I was scouring my memory, but actually couldn't think of any sort of glitch that had happened to me, like, ever, until yesterday. I've been out of work for about two years because I'm trying to get on to disability. About 10 years ago, I suffered a stroke, and my speech, typing, and other language-related things were affected. In fact, I should apologize right now for any typos. Ah, you did fine. Anyway, since I've been unemployed,

I've had to cut back on fun things like Netflix, Apple Music, etc. One of the things which I used to like to play with is Dreams by Wombo, which is an AI art app that I would either type a prompt and let it go, or more often than not, I would find a piece of artwork of my own and see what happens when I put that through the app. Anyway, the day before yesterday I thought about that app and was thinking of possibly re-uploading for it, biting the bullet for the subscription fee, and I made a mental note to look up the price and see if I could afford it. Cut to the next day, and I pick up my iPad and tap the icon for dreams, and the last I saw of it was the payment screen months ago, the last time it was running on my device. I tap the icon and it fires up.

Not quite believing it was working, I typed in a simple prompt and it worked. That's weird, but surely it was just working in basic mode. Not my usual paid premium, right? I tried a premium style, and it worked. Before long, I had it humming like it was years ago. Like always. Then last night, I was listening to your compilation on YouTube and I heard a similar glitch story to mine. The person mentioned that they had checked their...

credit card activity. I hadn't looked at my credit card activity, but when I did, nothing could be found. So glitch confirmed? I was going to say my memory isn't what it used to be, for small things like my porch light last night was on, but that could have just been my forgetfulness, and as such, I normally wouldn't mention it. But my porch light was on when I thought I had turned it off. I've been listening to a quantum jumping hypnosis thing as I go to bed for the last week, and so I thought, well, maybe a quantum switch slash glitch in the Matrix, who can say? I said it was a small glitch, possibly stupid, but I didn't pay for that app. At least, not in the world that I came from.

Hi, Raven. I love your channel and I am an avid listener to all the wonderful and strange glitch in the Matrix stories that you share. with all of us fans. Thank you. I just recently found out that I had a glitch in the Matrix event that I didn't even know about. I currently live in the Shenandoah Valley and have lived here since 2000. I know this town pretty well, and especially an area that has a grocery store located in a shopping center right off of a main road in town. I was a passenger in a car last year with my friend, whom I will call B,

She was driving and I needed to get cupcakes for an event that was going to be happening later that day. And I had not yet had a chance to go to the grocery store. We were on our way to do errands and my friend B. said, Hey, let's go to the food lion located near where we were driving. I said to her, no, B, that grocery store is closed. It hasn't been open for years. Well, my friends said no, indeed, it was open. open for business. She had been there and let's go ahead and stop in there to get the cupcakes.

So, I was game. I thought I could be wrong. So as we went to the shopping center that had the food lion in it, lo and behold, it was open for business. I went in and bought my cupcakes and the store looked fairly brand new. I mean, it was very clean, well-stocked, and full of people shopping in there. I got exactly what I wanted and had no problem with checking out or anything. We went on to the event that was scheduled for that day, and everything was just fine. This was in late 2024. I was talking to another one of my friends today. Her name is R, and we were chatting about the new grocery stores that are going to be opening up in our area and what grocery stores are already here.

commenting on how the area is growing. I happened to mention the food lion being the only food lion left in our area, and that it was too bad that there were not more of them around. My friend R said to me, no, that food lion hasn't been open for years, and that I must be mistaken. I told her that I had thought that too, but it turns out that it is open,

and that I had shopped there late last year and explained to her about getting the desperately needed cupcakes. Well, she went online and sent me a picture of this food lion that was closed, completely empty, and for sale. As I dug a little deeper into this, I found out that the food lion that I had gone to last year had been closed and empty since 2016. No new grocery store was in its place. There was a smaller grocery gas station type of grocery store that was fairly small, and not in the same location and could never be confused

with the very large food lion that I had shopped in. I know that I shopped at a food lion last year. I was with B, whom I haven't talked to about this yet, but I plan on doing just that and seeing if she remembers this incident in the exact same way. Anyway, it was to my utter surprise to realize that the store that I had shopped in just last year had been closed since 2016.

I don't have any receipts. I would not have had any reason to keep the receipts for the cupcakes, and I seriously thought that the food line was still there up until tonight, when I talked to my friend R. I do not know if this was a time slip or a glitch in the Matrix or some kind of other paranormal event, but it was certainly freaky, and it's got me thinking how strange life really is. Just an aside, my friend B has also experienced something interesting.

I bank at a local bank that is about a mile or so from my house. She's gone to that bank several times and told me that it was closed permanently. I know that's not true, because I go to the bank all the time, and I bank there. And I make deposits there, and I kept telling her, no, indeed, B, it is open for business, and has never been closed for any length of time for any reason. But now I think maybe she was experiencing a glitch of her own. I'm thinking that maybe these glitches happen more often than we think, and we just don't realize it.

Because unless somebody brings up the fact that something is supposed to be closed that you think is open, you don't really think about an everyday occurrence as being something out of the ordinary. Anyway, I just thought I would share this, very interesting to me, a glitch in the matrix that I experienced without even knowing that I experienced it a year ago.

Thank you for reading this, and if you think it's interesting enough to share on your channel, I would love that. Okay, Raven, I wrote you last week or so, and I was bemoaning my glitch-free life. And I wrote some admittedly lame sort of software glitch,

and although true, this one precedes that one by quite a bit. I once worked in a print shop for ten years or so. In partway through my tenure there, we had a new person join our little gang of misfits. I'm going to use a fake name because of what happened afterwards. This new co-worker was the exact opposite of me. I'm kind of a boring, straight-laced guy.

And in contrast, Paul was a not-so-muchel. recovering, alcoholic, and a big pothead. But I guess I have a sort of soft spot for flattery, and he would laugh at my jokes. So we got along. His sense of humor was not quite sophisticated as mine. Seemingly, every day or at least whenever he got the chance at 4.20, every freaking time, he would say, hey, it's 420, ha ha. This was supposed to be funny because I seemed to remember that 420 was the police code for marijuana.

You know, hilarious. Anyway, time moved on and eventually I moved jobs and we lost touch. Except for a brief period, when my old boss asked me and to help him out to work on some stuff. He even had some work for my sister, who could use the extra cash and it wasn't difficult work or technically involved. During that time, I was tasked to pick up Paul at the courthouse. This was actually the first day back at the old job, first thing. I got the heads up from another co-worker that Paul wasn't the same. He'd gone through his fair share of stuff and things took their toll on them.

Paul kind of shambled his way into my car, and he croaked out a few words. This was a very different Paul that met me that day. He was no longer the happy-go-lucky pothead that I had known. He was like a light bulb on a dimmer that had gone from 100% when I first knew and worked with him, down to maybe 30%. I gauged as I drove him back to the shop. Now, I should say that Paul didn't drive. He rode his 10-speed to work, only maybe four blocks away.

Long story short, we did our work, and I moved on to my job, going from part-time to full-time, and then I got a call one day that Paul had died. I wasn't surprised, but still that sucked for the people he left behind, his family, etc. Well, now the glitch. And I kind of just buried this, or wrote it off as a coincidence or not possible, being as it was before I had even heard of Glitch in the Matrix. But after visiting my sister in a nearby town, I made my way back home and I was due to pass my old workplace,

which had since moved, but nonetheless I was headed down that street. And I saw Paul on his 10-speed, heading the opposite way down the other side of the street. I looked up, saw him, and I kid you not, he waved at me. It couldn't be, he was dead, so I shook it off and put it behind him. me until I was thinking about your show and was thinking that I hadn't had any glitches. Come to think of it, if anybody would have found a way and would enthusiastically wave at me after he'd made it to the other side, it was Paul. Anyway, I seem to have burst the bubble of glitches, because now I have a couple more,

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to BMO.com The reglements the concour Hello Raven. I'm a big fan of your channel. I've been watching for a couple of years. I don't know if you would consider my story a glitch or paranormal, but I'll let you decide. This incident happened many years ago. I was 19 years old and I was working for a florist in my sleepy West Texas town. The florist and his wife were really good to me, treating me as a member of the family. I was regularly invited to their home for holidays, etc.

I was very responsible and they trusted me. One of my many duties at the floral shop was to take the leather bank envelope containing cash and checks to the bank once a week. This was many years ago when there was no electronic transfer or anything like that. I simply walked about a block and then crossed the street to the bank. I always returned the same way. One day I set out to do this easy and routine task, and for no reason, I did something different. I decided to walk down the other side of the street, the side the bank was on, and look at some of the little antique stores that I had noticed before. I was enjoying looking in the windows of the antique stores, and then I decided it was time to go back to work.

There was a traffic light about half a block down, so I headed that direction. It was at that time that I noticed a long rectangular building that I had never noticed before. It seemed to be made out of cinder blocks, but painted white. There were a couple of white vans parked outside. Several men were carrying small boxes with no labels into the back of the building. The door seemed to be similar to an automatic garage door. It appeared to be very dark inside. The men seemed kind of sinister.

They were wearing black from head to toe, and they all seemed similar in appearance. Black hair and dark skin, Romani or Egyptian, something like that. They certainly did not notice me. They were single-mindedly carrying these boxes into the dark building. I cannot explain what I did next as I was a very cautious and conservative 19-year-old girl who never took a chance on anything. I followed one of the dark men into the building. It was very dark when I got inside.

The light from outside did not penetrate the darkness inside the building, although it was a very sunny summer day. It was very cool in this building. I could hear water running, seemingly far in the distance. I was intrigued, and then I heard a noise behind me that almost made my heart stop. It was the sound of the automatic door closing. I was not far from the door, but I felt slightly paralyzed, as it seemed that I was going to have difficulty getting out in time. And then, absurdly, I said out loud,

Please let me out. The door immediately stopped about halfway to the ground. I ran out of the building as fast as I could and did not look back. Somehow I made it back across the street in what seemed like only a few seconds. and I stood outside the floral shop. I tried to understand what had happened. As I stood there, a woman came out of the accounting office next door to our shop. She smiled and pointed to my hand and said,

Kind of early for that, isn't it? I looked down at my hand, and to my shock I realized I was holding a beautiful and strange bottle with a small amount of water in the bottom. The bottle appeared to have no seams or labels. It was thin but heavy. I've never seen anything like it before or since. I also realized that my jeans from about the near area down and my sneakers were soaking wet.

I was increasingly confused. I slowly walked into the shop. My employer was behind the counter. He looked up with one expression of anger and relief. He demanded to know where I had been. I reminded him that I had gone to the bank as usual and he said, but that was over two hours ago. He had called the bank to see if something had happened.

They told him that I had made the deposit as usual and then left. He had stopped short of calling the police but was getting increasingly worried. I tried as best as I could to explain my encounter with the sinister-looking men in the strange white building. I realized at that time that I was no longer clutching the strange glass bottle, but I still had the leather bank envelope in the other hand. Fortunately, my boss knew me to be a person who was both scrupulously honest and completely devoid of imagination. Nevertheless, he asked me to go with him and take a look at this place. When we arrived at the location, there was only an old service station that had closed down long ago.

The windows were covered with dust. There was junk piled up inside. It had not been occupied for a very long time. There was no sign of the long white building. We walked a little further down the street and then back the other direction where the antique store was, and that building simply did not exist. My boss was giving me looks of concern and confusion. He didn't seem angry, but very worried.

Finally, we got back to the store and he suggested that I had fallen and bumped my head, and therefore couldn't remember exactly what happened. He suggested that I'd go home for the rest of the remainder of the day. In fact, he insisted on driving me home and making sure that I got into the house. Once I was home, I suddenly realized that I was exhausted, as though I had run a marathon. I peeled off my damp clothes and lie down on the bed, and then woke up 12 hours later.

My employer and his wife came by the house to check on me and urged me to go to a doctor. I told him that I felt fine, but that I would go in to see my doctor. The doctor seemed to think there was nothing wrong. He said there was no signs of a concussion or anything like that. I didn't tell him about my bizarre experience. This happened many years ago,

but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I've never been able to figure out exactly what happened that day. Were these men aliens? And how did an entire building appear and then disappear? I guess I will never have answers to these questions. Hello again, Raven. I have a couple more stories for you that happened in my kitchen a while back. They aren't very long, so I'll include both of them here.

The first one concerns a jar of stevia that somehow transport itself from the cabinet where I keep it to a countertop where I know I didn't put it. That morning I made a breakfast smoothie like I do every morning. I remember taking the stevia out of the cabinet, taking out the amount that I needed and putting it right back in the cabinet. I do this every day. A while later I came back into the kitchen to get a snack out of the pantry. I had to pass a counter that stuck out a bit into the room to get to the pantry.

tree. I didn't notice anything on the counter as I passed it. When I got what I wanted and turned back around to go back, I saw the jar of stevia sitting on the counter with the top removed and sitting beside it. There is no way this could have happened by any normal means. I live alone except for a cat, and I doubt that he could have done this. And, as I mentioned, I distinctly remember having put the stevia back into the cabinet where I keep it. On another occasion, I had put a piece of apple inside of a zip top bag and put it in the refrigerator. Later that day, I opened the refrigerator and found the apple in the bag still right where I had put them.

But the apple was no longer inside the bag, but sitting on the shelf right beside it. The bag was still tightly zipped closed but empty. How did the apple get out of the bag? I always enjoy your podcast, Raven. and please keep them coming. Oh, I will. So, to start off this story, I want to give context. I live next to a park in Dublin.

I've lived here my whole life. Another thing is that this story includes an ex-girlfriend of mine, but not the ex-girlfriend that I've brought up before on Raven's streams, so no need to worry if anybody's aware of her. Also, apologies for bad grammar. I'm writing this late at night. This is a story from when she and I were 12. It was probably about 11.30 at night in winter.

That's a bad idea to begin with. I have a really good tolerance for cold, but my ex absolutely couldn't stand it. It was her idea to head out. I guess she thought the two of us walking together would be romantic, but it was mostly just me asking if she wanted to head home. As we were walking, we found her. ourselves going in circles. The park had multiple entrances.

For a quick rundown, it was a car park that led to a massive rectangle of grass on the short side and a dog park. And then over a river was another rectangle on with its long side to the first one's short side, much larger than the other, with an exit that led to My Square, the Irish version of a block, on the side with the car park. Another one was directly across in the car park and two others on the small sides with trees scattered around that basically shielded it from the rest of the estate.

But importantly for this story are the inclusions of a skate park on the second grass square's short side, away from the first grass square, and multiple giant metal crates near it. As we were walking, we just looked around getting tired. We passed the skate park and heard some teenagers in it talking as we looped around the park. The park is about 20 to 30 minutes to walk the full length, and we passed it again. I noticed that we passed it again and checked my phone.

The time was 1140. The time we would have reached the skate park initially, and I was so confused. It should be at least midnight, but no time had passed for us. We checked my ex's phone and nothing was out of the ordinary. We continued again, passing it again. I checked the phone again and saw the time still read 1140. We looked into the skate park and there were four people in it. I took a mental note as we went around again.

The time was 1140 and there were now five people. Before we could assume anything, one of the teens said something. something along the lines of, all right, I've got to get home. Before they walked away, then leaving us with four. We continued again. 1140. Five people, one left, leaving us with four. We repeated this again, and the same thing happened.

We should have been more worried, but this was too interesting to just ignore. We're both atheistic or agnostic, so religions and magic aren't our whole thing. so we wanted to get a scientific explanation for this. We bounced a few ideas around like hallucinations or our phones just being wrong. Well, the teenagers coincidentally had someone show up and leave as we came around to some sort of metaphysical time anomaly or something. We decided to keep track of something that we could change. Passing by the skate park again, we found a rock and picked it up.

She went over to one of the metal crates, scratched into the paint on it, which was some racist graffiti, and we walked past it. We walked by again, and the paint not only had no sign of being scratched, but it was completely different. It was now a smiley face with X eyes. We tried again, scratching it, and walking again. Looking at it once more when we walked by, the image had changed, now depicting a giant shamrock. We were sufficiently freaked out, but when we looked back, we saw the teenagers were no longer in the skate park despite the time being 1140. We decided to try to investigate a little more.

What if we stopped and checked the time before we went around? What if we tried going backwards? But the same thing happened. 1140, new paint on the crates, and one teen leaving a group of five. And then, when we looked back, there was not. nothing there. As we kept going, we felt tired and hungry and then decided to leave. We looked for the exit near the skate park, but we could not find it. We checked the next one, but nothing. The next one was also not there. We went around again and again, but we found

trees and bushes where the exit should have been. We kept going, not wanting to give up, but my mind felt like it was going numb. My ex's legs started to feel like. tired, so I picked her up and started carrying her. She was much smaller and sized to me, so I could lift her almost effortlessly. I kept going for what felt like a day or two, and as I continued, I felt very tired and so done. I took out my phone and saw that the time was 1145. We were near the skate park, and looking back, I saw the teens again. I just turned around and ran home. I just didn't look back. I felt like if I did, something bad would happen.

We got to my house, my parents were out, and I just got her into my bed, cuddled her in, and went to make myself some tea to relax. I watched the electric kettle for a moment thinking about what had happened. After a moment, I looked away and grabbed a mug only for the kettle to click, meaning it was boiled. They say a watched pot never boils. I know it's just a saying, but what if we were being watched? And whatever it was took its eyes off of us just long enough for us not to be trapped.

She and I broke up, but we are still good friends. We don't talk about that night. She seems to have almost forgotten about it, but I remember it. And I wonder what happened. How did it happen? And if I didn't check my phone at that time, Would we have been able to leave? Dear Raven, it's me again, the Gen X from Booker County in the Missouri Ozarks.

I promised a glitch story next, so here's my most recent and witnessed glitch story. This happened in March of 2025. I had just been evicted and had no idea where I would go. As things happened, a new friend said that I could move my five-wheel camper into their place. Since I had no other ideas, I was grateful and agreed. I had to wait a few days until another friend was available to pull the camper. I was upset, and not wanting to be in the company of the people who had evicted me, and I decided to stay the night where I would be moving to.

When I laid down in their spare bed, I asked, where can I put my necklace? I was told that I could put it on top of the headboard and it would stay. It's a handmade headboard with what looks like. like an old-fashioned lantern with small electric bulbs on each corner. So I put my necklace on the left side of the headboard beside the lamp. The necklace was nothing special. Three beads I threw together on a string. The next morning, I woke and looked for the necklace, but it was gone.

I pulled the mattress back and looked. I pulled all the bedding one piece at a time from the bed. My host came in and looked too, and we never found it. Two days later, we drive 20 miles to where my camper is. I took my own vehicle so I could grab a few things that wouldn't be able to ride securely inside the camper. My new friend arrives just minutes after me, and we went inside the camper together to grab items and make sure they were secured. I went up the stairs and into the bedroom area. There, on the left side of my headboard, was the necklace.

I immediately said, you won't believe we'll be able to. what I just found on my headboard. My friend asked what, and I say, it's the necklace I lost two days ago at your house, as I held it up. Was that a glitch like the story we listened to? Oh, absolutely, I replied. I had introduced my new friend to your narration on YouTube the day my necklace disappeared and said, I think this is what happened to my necklace. It's lost in a glitch. My intuition is like that. Sometimes I call stuff out, and I think I'm joking when I say it, but it turns out that I'm not.

Hey guys, I've decided to post this here to see if anyone has a similar story or any theories about what this could be. The story is 100% true, and I fact-checked this with everyone involved. My grandma had this old film camera called a one-year-old. one-10 camera. She'd taken some random photos of family members, including my aunt, my mom, and my great-grandma. These photos were taken in 1998 when my mom was around the age of 12 to 13 years old. When my grandma took the photos to get printed, she noticed the face of a little girl in them. She was so confused because she couldn't figure out who this child was. She even showed some of our

family members and everyone was stunned. Years later, she realized that the face of that little girl was me. But how could this even happen when I was born in 2003? My grandpa even told my grandma to take the photos to the news because it was so unbelievable. But my grandma did not want that type of attention, which is why she keeps the photos hidden to this day. I wanted to post the photos for proof, but My mom and grandma disagree because they don't want them to go viral and because we want to keep our identities anonymous.

If anyone has any similar experiences or theories, please comment below. Hi, Raven. My mom and I listen to your stories on the way into work. Thank you. I've had these dreams before something happens to an animal and occasionally a person that I care about, and these stories will just be about the animals. The first one happened when I turned 13. I had a horse that would pass on. I was staying at my father's house and the horse was at my mom's house.

It was Friday, July 21st, and I couldn't sleep. I was incredibly anxious and had an overwhelming feeling that something was about to go wrong. I finally fell asleep around midnight to 1 a.m. When I dreamed, it was that my horse had been running through the pastor, and fallen. And then suddenly we were in a meadow that I had never seen, and he was running and playing. I then woke up to my mom calling me and telling me that he'd passed away.

In that same year, right after I turned 13, I had been given a horse from a family friend who was moving. I had a hard time falling asleep one night, and then, when I did, I dreamed that this horse had been put on a walker, which is a machine that guides a horse in circles. In this dream while he was on the walker, his legs got caught in the rope, and he went down, unable to get back up.

I woke up the next morning and went to school, and during my lunch, my mom called me to tell me that he had gone down in the pasture and that they'd rushed him to a vet. He had to stay at the vet several days, but came home and I still have him. When I was 18, I bought a horse. A few months after I bought him, I had a hard time falling asleep again one night, and when I finally did, I had a dream. In this dream, he got hurt running through a fence and had gashes across his side. When I woke up, I didn't make it to the barn until early to mid-afternoon.

When I got down there, he had collicked, which is where a horse's stomach twisted, due to the fact that they can't throw up, and gone through a stall fence and was stuck down. I got him up and he ended up at the vet for several days where they removed at least 60 liters of fluid from his stomach. He is okay now. When I was 21, I had a 10-year-old dog. She had an abscess on her side and was incredibly sick. I told her the night before this happened that it was okay to go and that I understood.

We went to bed where I placed her on her face. favorite pillow on the opposite side of my bed than me, and I had a hard time falling asleep, but eventually did. When I dreamed that night, I saw her as she had been when I'd fallen asleep, and then suddenly she was a puppy again, joyful and playing with a dog that I had lost when I was 15. When I woke the next morning she had passed and was pressed against my side, having sought me out in her last moments. There are several more of these moments that I've had, but these are the most memorable.

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.