As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 104 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: September 30, 2025

Welcome to the 104th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 18 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... STMM09, charlieruskiy, Aspissim, Marek , SugarNspikeS, No_Wallaby_9646, h0zzyb33, Karin, VanillaTheMarshmallowBear, Aeon A., SilverTarnish99, Mel Rose, Brandy B., ComprehensiveBook482, Exodus Scarred, Karo As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story 5 1 ➤ 1:39 2 ➤ 5:24 3 ➤ 9:33 4 ➤ 17:08 5 ➤ 20:31 6 ➤ 24:39 7 ➤ 30:13 8 ➤ 34:44 9 ➤ 42:03 10 ➤ 45:45 11 ➤ 48:17 12 ➤ 51:42 13 ➤ 54:34 14 ➤ 56:59 15 ➤ 59:16 16 ➤ 1:01:45 17 ➤ 1:03:36 18 ➤ 1:05:16 ----- 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

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Monday the 22nd, and the only podcast episode it would have had would have been Saturday for podcast 1.95. I decided to have the Dark Dreams glitch on the 24th, but I don't typically record intros for those. Anyways, we are officially in the autumn season, my friends, and I hope you know that this is my favorite season. So that's it.

There's really nothing extra to say there. I'm just really happy that we're in the autumn season because it's my favorite. How about you? Do you personally like the autumn season? Do you like the Summer more or the spring more? Or like I said, are you like me and you enjoy the autumn and winter seasons?

Let me know in the comments if you can. If not, that's totally fine too. If you're just here for the stories, you can ignore this entire intro. Anyways, today we have some glitch stories, stories that are weird, bizarre, and strange. Just downright strange. And yeah. Hopefully you enjoy them. Hopefully I see you again here very soon.

Until then, my friends, much love and sleep well. And enjoy the scary stories. Glitchy stories. Just go on to the stories, go. Hi, Raven. Greetings from Sweden. Hello. I'm a big fan.

I binged your stories for weeks when I first came across them. And I really appreciate the sense of community you've created. Thank you for that. Thank you kindly. What I'm about to share is something that has. happened to me a couple of years ago, and to this day I still can't explain it. It started at a spiritual festival. One evening, I joined a fire ceremony where each participant was supposed to place a log

into the fire, along with a wish or intention. Not long after I placed my log, a glowing ember, a pretty large one, suddenly jumped from the fire. It traveled surprisingly far for a stray amber landing directly in my house. lap, right on top of a crumpled-up base layer shirt that I had over my legs. It was a synthetic shirt from H&M, the kind that will melt and burn when touched by fire. The amber burned an irregular jagged hole into the fabric, right at the spot over my right elbow. I remember looking at it and feeling this strange, unshakable thought.

This means something. I don't know what or why, but the... feeling stayed with me. I wore that shirt for months, always slightly annoyed by the little burn mark. Eventually, I decided to replace it. I bought a new shirt from H&M, almost identical to the first one. About a week later, I was outside with a friend one cold November night in Sweden. We were sharing a joint and talking quietly. I was wearing my new shirt as a base layer, with a hoodie over it, the cuffs tied around my wrist and a coat on top. Out of nowhere, I felt a sharp, intense burn right at my right elbow.

I yelped and grabbed my arm, blurting out that it felt like a bee sting, which didn't make sense at all. It was night, in late autumn and freezing cold. We didn't check it right then. It was too dark and too cold, but I told myself I would look at it when we went inside, but I completely forgot. A few days later I was brushing my teeth and caught my reflection in the mirror.

My right elbow caught my eye. There was a hole in my shirt. The new shirt. The exact spot as before. I froze. My head started spinning and I felt like I was losing my mind. I yanked the shirt off and saw that it was a small, jagged burnhole. I grabbed the old shirt from my closet and laid them side by side.

Same type of fabric damage, same location. I tried to reason it out. The only explanation I could think of was that maybe a piece of ember from the joint had somehow slicked onto my sleeve, rolled down my elbow, and burned the fabric, but the hoodie's cuff was tight. I had a coat covering it, and there was no burn marks at all on either of those layers. I still don't know how it happened. All I know is that I have two shirts nearly identical,

each marked with the burnhole in exactly the same place. I've kept them both. Sometimes I look at the matching burn marks and wonder if the universe was trying to tell me something. But to this day, I still don't know what. It's never too early to plan your summer story in Europe with WestJet, from rolling countryside to cobblestone streets. begin your next chapter.

Book your seat at westjet.com or call your travel agent. Westjet, where your story takes off. Around 2018, I had a very strange, unexplainable experience. A little backstory as well. I lived alone in my mother's four-bedroom home. She was a contractor and would be gone for several months at a time for work. I used to own a small duffel bag that could fit around three to four days of clothes, for traveling.

The last time I used the bag was December 2017 to visit my sister. I always, when returning, would stick the bag in my closet after taking everything out. January 2018 rolls around, and I have another trip. Like usual, I go to my closet where I keep my duffel bag. The problem is, this time the bag is not there. My closet's not very big, and I had it set up this way. My starched jeans, about ten pairs hanged to the right. My big suitcase is held up straight against the wall by the jeans.

On top of my suitcase, I would always put my duffel bag. I tore my closet apart but could not find the bag. This really perplexed me. After returning from my trip, for days, I looked around the house. At this time, I couldn't imagine where it could have gone. It was literally nowhere to be found. I would tell everyone who would listen and even went as far as accusing my sister of stealing it, which made no sense because I definitely brought it back after visiting her.

I was trying my hardest to rationalize where it could have been. For months, I brought it up to family, coworkers, clients. I was still freaked out. One day my mother came back from work and wanted to redo her floors and paint the walls. This felt like the perfect opportunity to find out. find my bag. I was tasked with removing everything from the rooms to the living room. Once the floors were redone and the walls painted, I would then put everything back.

There's no way I wouldn't be able to find my bag after dismantling every room, right? Absolutely not the case. My bag was still nowhere to be found. I had given up and just remained freaked out by it. Fast forward to some time around August of 2018, I was asleep in home alone, like usual. I can't remember the time, but maybe around 2 a.m. when I heard a crash in my closet, like something fell down. I had turned over and looked, I don't have a closet door, and saw that my suitcase had fallen over. At the time, I didn't realize how crazy this is because my suitcase weighs like seven pounds, maybe, and as close.

cloth, and it was being held in place by my jeans pressed against the wall. I just rolled back over and told myself I would deal with it when I got up. The morning comes, and I feel refreshed and decide to hit the gym before doing anything. I never even looked at my closet or acknowledged it. When I returned from the gym, I told myself that I would straighten my room up. The first place I decided to clean was my closet, because the suitcase had fallen. Then the craziest thing happens. When I go to my room to start cleaning, I go to pick up my suitcase and on top of it was my duffel bag that had been missing for months.

I can't explain how this happened or what even happened. I called everyone who I've talked to about it and everyone thought I was crazy, of course, because how did it happen? It was really unexplainable. I'm not sure why I've always been nervous to tell people, but I always felt like something happened that I wasn't supposed to know about. Or a glitch. A warm greetings, Raven. It's Van. Hello.

This time around I come to you with three more bite-sized glitch-like encounters, both fairly more recent than my prophetic dream story you read the other day. The first one that happened was about a year and a half ago. more or less, time sure flies. Anyway, for some context, I had just begun studying at a culinary school, fairly far away from home, so I had to go live in an apartment,

still here, in fact. I was kind of disappointed when the place wasn't haunted or anything. Nothing really excites nowadays. That being said, like a week after moving, I did notice something strange, something I'm kind of certain I would have noticed had it been there before, but just beside the bathroom door of my apartment, there appeared a footprint,

marked dark on the paint of the wall. I thought it was just dirt at first, but I've tried to wash it off, and it just won't come off. The scary part is that later I did measure it against my foot, and it's almost a one-to-one replica. The issue is, I never placed my foot on that wall at all that first week. Even when I did later on, to measure it against my foot, my foot did not leave any kind of residue on the wall at all.

Unlike that strange footstep on the wall. I suspected that I may have done it while sleepwalking, but the footprint is quite high up. It's so high up that it took me quite a bit of effort to place my foot on it to measure. and you probably know how people, while sleepwalking, are slouchy and lethargic. Given the sleepwalking version of you doesn't want to accidentally wake you up. So I really don't think that would have been something I could have done while sleepwalking. In any case, that's the more tamer glitch that I got today. The next two are a bit more supernatural in nature.

About a month after I moved into my apartment, I realized I needed to be a little bit more supernatural in nature. I realized I needed proper kitchen utensils. Of course, I have my culinary school knives, but I can't quite stir fry with a knife on a walk. So I went to the supermarket to buy some. This is where the strangeness comes in. I was on a completely unrelated aisle. I don't remember which aisle it was,

just that it was not the kitchen utensils aisle. You know how supermarket gandolas have those metal shelves, right? Where the goods rest waiting for someone to pick them up? Well, on the bottom most shelf, imagine my surprise as when I was walking by, a spatula just materializes. But, of course, not on top of the other products. It somehow materializes on the bottom of the second lowest metal shelf,

as if it was magnetically attached to the bottom of the second lowest shelf, waiting for me to walk by and draw, on top of the goods down below. But the thing is, when I went to inspect the bottom of said shelf, I couldn't see how that metal spatula could have been wedged in there to be stuck there, or how it could have fallen, if it indeed had been stuck there. The poor store people were looking at me like I was crazy when I told them what happened. I don't blame them, but they could have at least entertained my thought.

I wasn't doing too well mentally at the time. Random strangers at the culinary school asking how my experience was today. Okay, you'd think the ones who'd want to know would be the staff, but it was random classmates. It freaked me out a little. The cashier at McDonald's calling me by my name when I hadn't given it, and then when pressed, saying he apparently said something completely different. Oh, well, not going to go on, but I was a little bit of a lot of it. I was legitimately starting to lose it.

It doesn't help that watching the Truman Show really mentally effed me up as a kid and gave me severe anxiety. And then having a spatula materialized only to be looked upon by the storepeople like I was crazy didn't quite help that mentality. Thankfully, I've since gotten slightly better since. I didn't end up buying that spatula in the end because metal spatulas tend to scratch non-stick pans, so I went and bought a different one. This last glitch is my most interesting one,

and happened like six months ago. I was at a beachside club with my parents. We had ordered a pizza, and we were eating it close to the restaurant next to the pool. It was nighttime. I had this weird feeling like someone came up behind me while I was sitting. I was assuming it was one of the waiters of the restaurant

that we had just ordered the pizza from. I thought they were going to ask my parents something, but when neither my parents nor them said anything to each other, I finally turned to look at them after like 30 seconds of filling them there. But when I turned, there was no one there right behind me. I even asked my parents if they had seen anyone come up behind me, but they said they hadn't. A couple of minutes later as we were heading back home,

however, I heard a strangely clear whisper in my ear, which I couldn't make any words out, but also felt directionless. Like I couldn't pinpoint exactly which direction it was coming from, despite remembering that I heard it on my right ear. Strange stuff. In any case, I have a theory about what the presence and the spatula could have been. A couple of months ago, my guardian angel came to me in a dream, in the shape of the animal that, to me, represents guardianship, strength, tenderness, and care.

The gorilla, if you're curious. As if attempting to warn me of something. The dream quickly devolved into something incomprehensible and chaotic, so I didn't get to hear his message, but later I investigated what that presence that left such an impact on me in my dream could have been, and I discovered that it likely was my guardian angel. It's to my belief that my guardian angel was attempting to help me in those two glitches, to find what I was looking for at the store by materializing it or displacing it closer to me, and to let me know when he was there looking over me when I was at the club,

perhaps protecting me from whatever it was that whispered into my ear later. But that still doesn't explain the footprint. nor the extremely niche prophetic dream that I had. Anyway, sorry for rambling. I didn't mean to take up too much of your time. They really weren't that bite-sized, were they? I might have some more experiences to share, but I'm going to have to dig deep into my brain to find them.

I don't have the best memory. Thank you for reading, and take care. Okay, so this is so minor and so random, and I'm tripped. It was Friday. Sunday. We went for a midday walk around the neighborhood. Okay, so we leave our place and walk to the street past the empty curb. I noticed it because most weeks the neighbors put out the bins and I take them in in the

morning. This time someone else took them in. I was like, huh, okay, won't get my minor hit of adulting this week, I guess. We come back from the walk and again we walk past where the bins would typically be. and I remember even then kind of noticing the moment, you know? At that point, my mind was definitely wandering. We were walking a path I've walked for eight years and was on autopilot. Then I remember becoming suddenly very aware passing that spot.

No one said anything. We go inside, I put her around the house a bit, drink my latte and go to do the dishes. Classic day off type of stuff. Our sink is in the front of a window facing the street, a.k.a. the curb. It makes stewing dishes more scenic. I grab the sponge or whatever, look up, and I see the garbage bins. By the curb.

I remember this making me uneasy. I'm like, okay, I guess I'm really misremembering things. That's so effed up. Have my years of poor choices caught up to me? Like, hell, am I going crazy? Then my roommate comes in and I'm like, Hey, I'm going to go outside and bring the bins in. She's like, what, they're already in?

I'm like, go look. She does. Then, both her and I freak out for a minute and are like, This is wild. She also swears to God that she noticed the bin. not being on the curb on our walk. Only rational explanation, neighbors have a grandma who's got Alzheimer's.

She must have been confused and put him out again thinking it was Thursday. Okay, makes sense. I feel odd as I bring them in. Totally forgot about this until just 30 minutes ago on this fine Sunday night. My stressed out roommate randomly was like, oh yeah, remember the trash cans? I checked the security camera. The neighbors installed a security cam by the building's front door, because of the aforementioned confused older grandma and gave the password.

This camera faces the driveway, not the curb, so they would have seen people walking up and down the driveway to get the bins. And we freak the F out again. She checked the feed, and no one did anything with the bins, or even left the building, in the 30 minutes or so between us getting home and me going to do the dishes. I barely post on Reddit, but this made me do it. I'm actually uncomfortable even writing this. It's too trippy. Hi, Raven. I'm writing in for the first time to share the two glitches I've experienced.

Whether these glitches happened in the reality around us or in the wires of my brain, I'll leave up to you and your listeners to decide. The first experience happened about 13 years ago, right after my son was born. He was around six months old and was an excellent sleeper. I'd put him down for a nap in his crib and then sat down at the kitchen table to work on my scrapbook. My parents and sister were coming to visit, and I wanted to spend the time waiting for them working on my project. I had the books and pages lain out across the tabletop, pictures stacked and sorted, and different color schemes and stickers planned out.

In short, it took up the whole table. My parents called to tell me that they were just under two hours away. I talked with them briefly and put the phone down on the table. Even all these years later, I am certain that I'd just put the phone down. A part of my attention realizes that it would get buried in the project, but I was too focused on what I was doing to really care or see it as a problem. My kiddos slept for a long time. I noticed that I'd been working for several hours and shuffled through some pictures

and cartstock looking for my phone. I knew my parents would be calling soon to get better directions to the apartment, and was surprised they hadn't called already. I couldn't find it. I continued to look all through the dining area and kitchen, completely sure that it should be on the table. I went into the baby's room, checked every room in the apartment. I hadn't gone outside onto our balcony, but I checked there anyway.

I organized my entire scrap project, I dug through the trash, I looked everywhere. My parents and sister eventually arrived a bit exasperated, and they were wondering why I hadn't been answering. I explained, and they helped me look even more. Eventually we had to move on and enjoy the visit. After several days, I caved and just bought a new phone. This bothered me for months. I would mention it every once in a while, like when we would move a dresser or go deep into storage. Wouldn't it be wild if we found my old phone here?

In my mind, I knew it was in my apartment and there just had to be a logical explanation. When we moved out, I kept an eye out the entire time. I'd reassured myself that I would find it then, but I never did. And it's always lingered at the back of my mind. My other instance of a glitch is much more dramatic but short. I was sitting beside my bed organizing Magic the Gathering Cards. I was looking at one of my decks and thinking, when a small portion of the floor, maybe a few inches,

did something that made no sense whatsoever. I'll try to describe this accurately. If the entire floor was made out of little triangles all locked together, one of them turned over. I did not actually see the entire floor's triangles. It was one triangular chunk of floor, but it rotated at its point, turning one face down into the floor as its other side rotated up.

It immediately sealed back into the floor. Its turning overall took maybe a second. It didn't happen in the corner of my eye. It happened in front of me. I watched it. The first story is something I know happened to me. Whatever, the explanation. The second, I genuinely question my sanity,

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I work as a salesperson in a tobacco press, a French shop that sells tobacco, newspapers, magazines, snacks, and some electronics. Most of the time, I'm selling cigarettes, but also snacks, multimedia stuff, and magazines or newspapers. I'm mostly alone in the shop, starting in the early afternoon when my boss finished

so we overlap for about 30 minutes to an hour depending on the day. The story happened last Monday. There are these two middle schoolers that I'm starting to know pretty well who hang around the shop for an hour or less. They're mostly drawn by the fact that I sometimes offer them things like sandwiches that are going to be thrown out that day, so they tend to rummage through every item to check the expiration date, which makes them a bit of a pain. That day they started touching the headphones and asking me things like, How much are these six headphones? And other childish stuff like that.

While they were loitering, some customers came in. There must have been three of them, so a small queue formed. While the customers in front of me was paying, I noticed the customer behind him picking up a box of headphones. It was a tall, black man, around 50 years old, dressed almost entirely in black. with a graying goatee in dreadlocks. His facial expression was quite stern.

Once he got to the till, he asked me for a Marlborough, no headphones. I suspected him of theft, so I glanced at the headphone display and saw that the headphones were back in place. I rang him up, he left, and shortly after the middle schoolers left. However, I still had a doubt, so I checked the headphones and there were five. but I remembered one of the middle schoolers talking about six pairs of headphones. I made a note in my phone, possible headphone theft at 3 p.m. The next day, at the time I started work,

I asked my boss if it was possible to check the security camera footage because I suspected a theft. She fast forward, it's quite quickly, so you couldn't really see precise movements, but we could still make out the different customers entering and leaving. She found the beginning and end of the middle schoolers hanging out and started looking for the customers who matched my physical description. Meanwhile, I was at the till dealing with customers. Once a first wave of customers had paid, I went to the back and my boss told me,

I didn't find the customer you're talking about. There's only this one who is also black, but he's much younger and dressed in white. Indeed, it wasn't him. She then said, but actually there was a theft. It was one of your middle schoolers. At that moment, I was mostly struck by the fact that one of the middle schoolers,

the ones I had been so nice to, was the culprit. But when I think about it, the fact that the customer I was talking about simply wasn't there was strange. She gave me the controls to review the theft precisely, and I also took the opportunity to watch before and after to find the guy with dreadlocks, but there was nothing at all. I could have confused that moment with another. Maybe that customer was never present at the same time as the middle schoolers,

yet I clearly remember having thought about asking the middle schoolers if they had seen him steal the headphones. So, what do you think? Don't hesitate to ask for details. Maybe it will help me understand if it's just a simple memory lapse or something more. and thanks for taking the time to read it. I actually wanted to add something in here from the comments of this story on Reddit because one of the users asked if the OP could check the time to see if they had sold any marbrose to anyone,

and they said they could, and then they updated. So I checked the transactions made on the 28th of April. I should edit my post because it said last Tuesday, but it wasn't Monday, between 3 p.m. and 3.30. No Marlboros were sold. I kind of identified a queue between 318 and 320, where three transactions had been made. But at 345, two Marlboro double XLs were sold apart from each other, so two different customers here and also another queue. But I'm almost certain that the customer I was talking about was here at the same time as the middle schoolers.

But also the middle schoolers probably left before I started to clean the coffee machine, between 325 and 340 usually. So, here's my theories. 1. The mysterious customer vanished from the records and the footage. 2. The mysterious customer was here later than I thought, and so were the middle schoolers, at 3.45, and they took a double XL pack. 3. The mysterious customer was here, but he may have taken another brand of cigarettes. I can't say which one, though.

It doesn't help me much to understand what. what's going on. I feel like a suspect in a case starting to question their own memory after hours of interrogation. I have a pretty good memory. Much better than average, and that's borne out by objective measures of testing. Exams, law school, bar exam, pretty easy. Well, I'm getting older, which sucks, so I know I'm not as sharp as I used to be. But when I'm absolutely sure of something, it's still a pretty good percentage that I'm right, and I'm an attorney, so absolute surety isn't something my brain does normally for much of anything.

Anyway, some time ago, linear time is my brain's Achilles' heel, at least six months plus and probably more, I noticed I was missing a couple car-related items on a very busy shelf. It was like some Ranex-type stuff stuff, and another box of about the same size. Ten inches tall, four-ish inches wide, and longer across. It's a very distinctive looking box.

I knew exactly where they were. They're still there now on the top shelf of the right bookshelf. Except, suddenly, one day I noticed they were gone. I knew exactly where they were. I didn't touch them. Hardly touched those shelves, even though they do, I admit. have a lot of stuff. Not enough stuff to obscure where they were, though.

I talked to my girlfriend, who didn't live with me at the time, and I asked her if she knew where they were, and she didn't. I told her what they looked like and had her look around the shelf, and she didn't find them. I looked a bit and didn't know what the hell. I could only assume it was a weird brain fart possibility and apartment weird robbery. Months later? The items were back exactly where I knew they had been.

I showed my girlfriend and no clue. I gave up thinking about it, assumed my brain just really missed it somehow, a block, and that my girlfriend didn't understand my explanation. I also understand reality is weird, but the simplest explanation, yeah. Anyway, today, an hour ago, I was making some crappy soup to eat, sorry soup, and was drinking some Wegman's Fiji apple juice. Not guerrilla marketing, but decent stuff. I had just a tiny bit left and put it on the sink,

straddling the metal lip of the sink that goes upward, and the level's space beyond, so it was at a bit of an angle. The tiniest bit precarious, so I especially remembered where it was. I go to finish it, and it's gone. Just go, ah, I guess I drained it without. remembering, no biggie, and I finish my soup and eat most of it. I put the rest in a little container, put that in the fridge, and put the pot in the sink and fill it with water. No drink on the edge, almost no way for it to not be in my way when doing that with the pot because it's a small

area. I go and watch some YouTube and then start a new season of it's always sunny. Not bad, though I didn't love the crossover. Can't get into Abbott, maybe I'll try again. My girlfriend comes home from workout, lives here now, and after a little talk and blah and movement, she says something like, he didn't finish the juice. It was by the sink, on the lip. I didn't see where it was, but she communicated clearly, and we both left stuff there before. She showed me, and the juice was still here now, with a bit to finish. I put it back in the fridge.

I didn't finish it, but I am thirsty, damn it. Anyway, this one was way more solid than the last one. Same apartment, maybe 12 feet apart in different rooms separated by the same wall. I find it much harder to believe that I didn't see this juice, knowing where it was, wanting it and looking for it. And then again, somehow when using the sink. Reality is weird, and sadly ape brains are fractured. and pathetic. But mine isn't quite average, and the percentages are changing for me. I would like to

submit this story for your glitch in the matrix segment. It's not terrifying in the traditional sense, no shadows lurking in the corners and no voices in the dark, but it's one of the strangest, most inexplicable things I've ever experienced. At the time, I was dating a woman who, for the sake of the story, I'll call Anna. She's now my ex, but back then we were close, and one of the first things anyone would have noticed about her was how immaculate her home was. She lived in a small condo, nothing extravagant, but it was spotless. I've met tidy people before, but Anna was on another level. Her closet wasn't just organized, it was practically curated. Every item in its place with plenty of open space.

You'll see why this detail matters later. One evening I was over at her condo, when she mentioned her hallway light had been flickering. We noticed it again while standing there. It would buzz faintly and then blink a few times, almost like a nervous tick. I told her it was probably just a loose connection in the switch. Normally that's the sort of thing I would fix on the spot, but I didn't have my tools with me. I told her I could swing by the next day and take care of it properly. But Anna said, Oh, don't worry, I've got a toolkit. She disappeared into her closet and came back with a little

pink case. I remember laughing and teasing her about it. Of course you'd have the cutest toolkit I've ever seen. She rolled her eyes, but smiled, and we got down on the floor to open it up. While she was digging around for the screwdriver, she pointed toward the back corner of the closet to where a broom was leaning. She paused and said, I really should get rid of that thing. I brought it from my old apartment and they say it's bad luck to bring brooms from one home to another.

Now, I'm not the most superstitious person in the world, but I'm not completely skeptical either. I grew up hearing little sayings about luck, and I've always had this attitude of, why risk it? So I just nodded and told her that I could take it out to the dumpster for her once I was done fixing the light. The repair itself was simple, just a loose wire in the switch. I tightened it up, flipped the breaker back on, and voila, the flickering was gone.

We packed the tools back into the pink case, slid it neatly into her closet, and I followed through on what I said I would do. I took the broom out of the closet, carried it downstairs, and tossed it into the dumpster. I remember it clearly. It was late at night, maybe close to midnight, and the air outside was still and quiet. I could even picture the broom in my hands. It wasn't anything fancy,

just a simple broom, a little worn out from use, with a light color wooden handle. After tossing it in, I went back inside, and we didn't think much more about it. The next evening, after work, I stopped by her place again. I wasn't in the door for more than a few minutes when Anna looked at me with a puzzled expression. She led me back into her closet, pointed around the corner, and said,

Did you put this broom in here? I looked down and froze, because there, leaning neatly in the exact same spot as before, was a broom. But here's the thing. It wasn't the broom I had thrown out. It was a different broom entirely. This one had a darker handle, more scuffed, and the bristles were older and frayed at the edges. It was clearly used, not brand new, and not something she had gone out and bought in the 12 hours since I'd last seen her. I stood there staring at it, my brain doing backflips trying to make sense of what I was seeing. No, I said slowly.

That's not the same broom. I threw your broom out last night. Anna crossed her arms and gave me a look like she was trying to decide whether I was joking or not. Well, I definitely didn't put it there, she said, and I didn't go by another broom. We both just stared at this broom, the silence in the room getting heavier by the second. And here's where that detail about her being so clean and organized comes into play. Her closet was tiny. There's no way that a second broom could have been hidden in there unnoticed.

She didn't just toss stuff around. She knew every single item in that closet like the back of her hand. I would have noticed it, too, because I'd been the one pulling the toolkit out the night before. There was no second broom. That's what made this so disturbing. After a few moments of stunned silence, Anna broke the tension with a joke. She smirked and said, Maybe it's a gift from the lady who died here before I moved in.

I laughed nervously, but the joke really didn't land. The longer I thought about it, the stranger it felt. I knew with absolute certainty that I had carried her broom downstairs and thrown it away. And yet, less than a day later, there was a broom back in her closet, different from the first, but just as real and tangible as anything else in that condo. For weeks afterward, that memory nagged at me. There was no logical explanation. Anna wasn't the type to play pranks, and I had seen the dumpster myself.

It wasn't like she went out and retrieved the original broom, besides the broom that appeared, wasn't the same one. So where did it come from? To this day, I have no answer. Maybe it was a simple mix-up, and somehow, against all odds, we both overlooked a second broom that had always been there, but I don't buy that. Not in that spotless little closet. Not with Anna's meticulous nature.

Or maybe, and this is the possibility that chills me the most, it was some kind of glitch. A tiny rip in reality where objects can vanish and reappear slightly altered, like the universe accidentally copied and pasted the wrong version of something back into her condo. Whatever it was, I'll never forget that moment of standing in her closet, staring at that broom that wasn't supposed to exist, and realizing that the world is a lot stranger than we usually admit. And, every now and then, whenever I see a broom in the corner of a room, I catch myself wondering, is it really just a broom, or a reminder that reality isn't as solid as we think. I can't recall if any glitches in the Matrix have actually happened to me, even though I am obsessed with this topic. But last night, I definitely experienced a glitch.

I was around 8.30 p.m., and my daughter and I were in the bedroom chatting and getting her ready for bed when she stepped on something that got stuck between her toes. She said, ow, and I saw her stop and grab something from under her foot. and then look at me with shock and confusion. It was a tiny plastic one-inch necklace that belonged to a Barbie-sized doll that she got last year on Christmas Day of Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas. The Disney dolls you can find at Walmart based on movies that are about Barbie or Monster High doll-sized. Now let's back up.

This doll came with lots of tiny accessories, and I remember telling my daughter, to be careful when she was playing because she wanted to leave the doll and her things out on the coffee table all day on Christmas, and the day after, to play with and enjoy for the holiday. I remember it was the day after Christmas, she was playing with it when she changed outfits and took the necklace off, setting it right there on the coffee table next to her. Also, note that the necklace was specific, as it was black and white with the pendant of the iconic moon and curly mountaintop scene from the nightmare before Christmas.

I was watching her play in my peripheral while watching a movie on the couch when suddenly the necklace vanished. My daughter had only been sitting there and hadn't gotten up or moved or played with the doll since taking it off and changing the clothes. It was suddenly just gone. My daughter was upset, and so I helped her search the entire living room area. under the coffee table, scouring the rug as I thought it might have camouflaged itself into the rug, since it was one of those colorful oriental-type rugs.

We couldn't find it no matter what we did. We looked high and low, but it was nowhere. We eventually shrugged our shoulders and just moved on. As time went on, I had eventually vacuumed the rug in the whole house, so if it had fallen off the coffee table, it was surely, vacuumed up and gone by now. Also, we moved a few months ago, so we had literally cleaned and emptied our last house and never found it,

and never even thought about it again. It wasn't too big of a loss, to be honest. So how could that necklace just pop up out of nowhere in her new bedroom, in a new house far from the last house, on her bedroom floor, in a standing spot that she and I have walked on and cleaned countless times already in our new house. We were both dumbfounded and we have no explanation. And it's not exactly random because we did lose it, and it was a bummer at the time.

And we all know the mess of moving. So it magically appearing like that is highly unlikely. I would have discovered it much sooner if moving helped it be found, don't you think? Anyway, it was strange. I have no other explanation, other than a possible glitch. Hi, Raven. I hope all is good. All is good, thank you. So, I have a couple of glitch stories or Mandela effects.

Whatever you'd like to call them. The first one actually involves your channel and the one story I've submitted to you in the past. I'm the guy who had memories of my own death within C. seconds of when it should have happened. Anyway, at the time I was listening to your YouTube channel at work and listening to your new stuff waiting to hear if you read my story. I waited about a month and a half and hadn't heard my story, so I assumed you hadn't read it. It wasn't the most interesting, so I wasn't upset, but then I actually started watching the

videos and noticed that you put the author's name in the corner, so I figured I would go looking to see if maybe I just missed it. I played a video that I know I had listened to at least three times, but as I pushed play, there was my screen name and your voice reading my story first. I never skipped anything on that video before. My phone was always in my pocket, with the screen locked while I listened. Yet, every time I had heard that video, it started with the second story. Random, Raven interjection, I also put the authors in the description as well as timestamps to the story.

stories, so you can always look there. And if you ever send me a story and are curious when or if I'm going to use it, you can always email me at As the Raven Dreams at gmail.com. Interjection over. My second glitch is one that I think falls more under the Mandela effect category. I remember Bob Barker from The Price is Right dying soon after Drew Carey took over hosting the show, like the very next year. I remembered wondering if he knew his health was bad and the doctors told him.

him he had to quit. Anyway, I was obviously shocked a couple of years ago when he actually died. Then, to add irony to the mix, I read about it while I was in the waiting room to get my cat neutered. For those who don't know, Bob Barker used to sign off by telling the audiences to get their pet spayed or neutered, so I found a little dark humor in this. Thanks for reading this. Hope you enjoy it as much as we all enjoy listening to you.

read them. Thank you. Hey Raven. I wasn't sure if I should even submit this because it makes me and another listener here, well, it's just say vulnerable or exposed, if you will. So I'm sitting here 11 months after my first submission to your channel. It was about me seeing my doppelganger while driving one day. In the account of it, I said something like, no cap, real life. Exactly one month later, another listener of yours wrote in and started off by saying, I've only been listening to you for a couple of weeks now, but I'm really enjoying the stories. The highly sensitive empath had me sat up and paid closer attention.

I thought to myself, maybe she heard my story. It came out about that time. Then she proceeds to say that she was listening to some of the stories on here and thinks that she has her own glitch story to tell now. Don't worry, I'm not going to. going to say her name. I don't even remember what it was, but I do remember this. She said that she was asking her daughter or niece, can't recall, what some slang words like no cap meant. At that moment, the young girl totes glitches out. I mean, head going back and forth,

the whole she then started repeating no cap, no cap, no cap over and over again. I recall that story. She said that she did this for a minute or so. And then she just stopped doing it and seemed to have no memory of it. Even at the time, I remember getting the chills and thinking, seriously, did she hear my experience and then have her own? No way. No cap, real life. Now, I know I don't have any proof that she even heard my experience recounted. Maybe she heard that phrase somewhere else,

but that feeling at the time was so weird and so strong. And the timing was too perfect. I pretty much forgot about it altogether after that, though. Fast forward, 11 months later, and I decided to go back and listen to my experience again. Now, what makes this story even weirder is that I suddenly realized that, back when Raven first read it, I had indeed listened to that experience and another I had shared over and over and over again, trying to just come to grips with it and trying to get to a point where hearing it no

longer sent cold shivers down my friggin' spine anymore. Haven't gotten there yet, by the way. I was actually going to ask. But yeah, baby steps. I guess my question here is, was the girl glitching out and saying that over and over and over again, the universe's way of portraying me realizing myself and analyzing it over and over again to try to work it all out?

I'm over here tripping about this right now. What do you guys think? Am I reaching or did my glitch just spawn another glitch? Is the universe really watching us and sometimes even mimicking us? And to respond to you, Brandy, this is getting too meta for me. I'm going to bow out. I have no idea. That's crazy. So this story happened in August of 2021.

And I had recently moved into my second year university house. We had left the search for accommodation a little bit late, so me and a buddy had to settle for a fairly dirty part of the city. The house across the street definitely had something shady going on, with boarded up windows and people going in and out all the time. Anyway, we had no trouble during the duration of our tenancy, except for one thing in my life that I cannot possibly explain, and it still gives me intense shit.

divers whenever I think about it. So, on the day of the glitch, my plan was to clear out all the weeds in the back garden, as well as a lot of the loose rubble and general dirt in our concrete patio. My friend had not yet moved in, so I took some photos of how the garden looked to show him the work I'd be doing. After a few hours, I'd ended up with a decent sized pile of garden waste, enough to fill a few bin bags and take to the tip, which I planned on doing. After I had put it all in a neat pile, I went inside for a drink.

The area where the pile was is not even a meter from the back door. The patio is walled on either side with a gate into a trashed alleyway that can only be opened from the inside of the garden. When I go back out to get rid of the rubble and weeds, the pile is entirely gone. No trace of it exists.

The concrete below the pile is visibly cleaner than the surrounds, as if it had been swept with a dust pan and brush. I was inside maybe ten minutes. I quickly blocked the experience from my immediate thoughts, but occasionally when I hear unexplainable stories, this one still pops in my mind. There really is no rational explanation for the story. The gate at the back is really tall and it's hard to stay silent while climbing. it. I had to once when I had no key, and the alleyway is seriously disgusting. Plenty of broken glass and a couple rotting mattresses, as well as it only being about a meter wide. And, if we're explaining it rationally, who the hell would break into someone's back garden

to do a small chore and leave with no trace? I can provide any information to those who are curious, but I needed to post it at a little bit. I'm after watching some videos of creepy posts. This is mine. I woke up at 1 a.m. Felt hungry and thirsty and wanted something small to eat or drink. I went downstairs to get a coconut. Our family always has coconuts on the dining table next to the fruit

because coconut juice helps de bloat. I knew that there were two left at home on the table because earlier that evening before I slept, I saw the last two in the middle of the food. table. I woke up at 1.15 a.m., mind you, so no one else is awake in the house and no one else is downstairs. I look at the table, but there are no coconuts. Most of the table is empty except for bananas. I thought my mom either put them somewhere else, so I started searching around the dining room, the kitchen, etc., for a good five minutes. When I couldn't find them, I gave up and

thought that my family had finished the last two. I had a banana from the dinner table instead, even though I didn't really want it. I go on my phone downstairs, listen to some music in my earbuds, and walk around while I listen. I was downstairs the entire time pacing around the hall, which is connected to our open dining room. Probably 20 minutes later, I noticed that two coconuts are on the center of the dining table next to the bananas, like almost dead center, clear as day. Impossible for me to miss, and I clearly recalled the middle of the table being empty. It wasn't like I did a semi-glance to look for the coconut and missed it and then started searching elsewhere. One end of our dining room table

had a small clutter of groceries, so I checked there to see if it was moved to that side. I was looking at our table long enough to be able to clearly see two. white coconuts if they were there. How did they go missing and respawn out of nowhere when nobody else came downstairs? And no one else was awake. This was a mind freak and I almost was questioning if I was lucid dreaming realistically,

but this was definitely real. I'm not sure what the right language is to describe this experience. I usually call it a glitch in the Matrix, so this is probably the right spot. About three years ago, I was hiking the narrows in Zion. This is a long out-and-back hike, unless you go a very long way, in a narrow canyon with a river running through it for those who've not been. There are no side paths one can take,

and because the riverbed is full of boulders, people move pretty slowly in the river, as you have to pay attention to each step. Prior to entering the canyon, you walk along the river on a paved path for maybe 100 feet. This is, of course, also how you exit. There are a few stairs here and a small beach where people sometimes stop to change shoes, etc. On my way to the river, I noticed a man wearing a shirt with the rooster from Moana and think, hey, I just saw that shirt last week at Disneyland.

He's walking with two very wet, very overweight women in spandex. It's clear they've just finished the hike and I am relieved because I was worried the hike might be too difficult for me. I was thinking if they can do it, then I should be just fine. To be extra clear, we pass one another, they're leaving and I am arriving. I enter the river a few minutes later and begin making my way through the canyon. I've probably been in the water for five minutes or so. When, again, I passed the same man and the same two women. They're finishing the hike and are headed towards the beach and stairs to exit.

I say, I just saw you ten minutes ago. I noticed your shirt because I just saw it when I was in Disneyland last week. The three don't acknowledge me or really even look in my direction, but just keep going on their way. I'm curious on any thoughts or insights you may have. This happened when I was about 16 years old, and I was sober. I invited my friend over to my house, and she decided to take the city bus, which took about an hour. When she was 20 minutes away, I figured I would take a quick shower before she got to my house. I typically only take five to ten minutes in the shower, so I wasn't worried.

I got in the shower, and after what I would guess, would have been about ten minutes. I hear my front door open. I hear my friend say my name. My real name is long and uncommon. My friends usually just call me the last half of it. Nobody in my house calls me my nickname, just my friends and anyone else I meet outside of the family. O.P., are you here?

It was very distinctively my friend's voice. I figured that I lost track of time in the shower and quickly finished up and got out. I assume that she had just let herself in my house and would have been sitting on my bed waiting for me. So I walk inside my room already halfway through saying hi to her, but she's not there. I walk back to both bathrooms to see if she's there. She's not. I look in another room in the front room.

She's not there. I yelled her name. Nothing. So I grabbed my phone because we had to have. our locations being shared with each other. She was still two to three miles away from my house. I texted her immediately what happened and told her how scared slash confused I was feeling. She didn't even know what to say.

The only people in my house when it happened were my brother, my dad, my grandma, and my grandpa, and none of them walked in the front door and said my name. My grandma and friend have very different voices, and my grandma's the only other girl that would have been home that could vaguely have sounded like my friend. My grandma said that she didn't say anything, though. She was sitting in her bedroom and heard my friend come in, or whatever the hell that was. It's freaking me out again just writing about it. Hello, Raven. How are you? Doing well. Thank you, Exodus.

I was listening to one of your videos while I was falling asleep, and I heard a similar story, and I just couldn't get it out of my head since I heard it, so here it is. I live in the capital city of Mongolia, Yulam Batar, and August is a pretty rainy month for the country, and it rains basically every day. Today it rained really heavily, and hailstorms happened. I called my friend after it settled down while we were walking back home, and I heard water falling on a puddle of water. I thought it was just some pipe draining the water after it had rained,

but there was nothing else but the empty sky. There was construction happening next to the puddle of water, but it was too far to be something draining from there. My friend and I just stood there and stared at each other for like ten seconds, but snapped out of it. After we finished hanging out, I had to go home, which I had to take that same route that the small, while, quote, rain was happening.

There was still some raining just in that specific puddle of water. Am I overthinking it? Or is it something that just happens? I looked up again and looked for any specific source of that water. But there was nothing. And remember, the rain had stopped completely. The sky was dead empty. There were no clouds in sight.

I just wanted to say that I appreciate it. and your videos are amazing. Well, thank you. And it's really cool to have somebody from Mongolia sent in his stories, so thank you again, Exodus. I was listening to one of your episodes the other day. It was the scary friends and other true stories. You listened to the podcast. You started with explaining what the episode was going to be about, mostly about weird friends,

some stories that are just true scary, but other topics. You mentioned glitch stories, too. I set the timer to stop playing at the end of the episode. You said something like, remember you are loved, you're appreciated, you're enough, and I then fell asleep. When I woke up, my player was paused at the beginning of some other episode,

which shouldn't have happened, as it was set to stop at the end. I was then trying to find that episode about scary friends. I found another one, but the one that I was meant to listen to is not there. Another time I lost an AirPods while cycling and listening to your podcast. I heard it falling behind me. I stopped and looked for it for a good 15 minutes.

It was a flat road, nowhere for it to hide, but the AirPods was not there. I then got back home and unpacked my bag, and there it was. My AirPods, in a locked bag that was under some other stuff in my bike's front basket. No way it fell from my ear and got under all the stuff. into a locked bag while I was cycling. Weird things happen while listening to weird stories. Keep doing the great work and lots of love from Europe. Earlier this week, my husband decided that he wanted to get a secondhand goose bumps book

for nostalgia reasons as we both grew up with them. He searched for them on an app that we have here in our country where people sell things secondhand, and he found what he wanted. He ordered the book from the seller, but decided to get the seller to send it to a pickup point, as he wouldn't be home that day. What is important here to note is that he did not give the seller our home address. The book was coming from the northwest of the country, and arrived via post the next day. Everything fine.

The very next day, Wednesday of this week, he got a message from a delivery company saying that he had a package out for delivery, and he had no idea what it was. I originally thought it was some kind of scam and told him to ignore it, but he copied the delivery number into the official page of the delivery company, and yes, there was a package out for delivery in his name.

Later on, we found it in our post box. It was the exact same book as the first one, which is weird in itself, as there are hundreds of, Goosebump's books, but sent from a second-hand bookshop in a completely different part of the country. He has never heard of this bookshop before, and never been on their website. He hasn't been charged for the book or received any emails from the shop for ordering,

creating an account, etc. And he doesn't have any accounts on the shop's website. Nobody else knew the exact book he wanted, except for the original seller on the app who did not have his address. If anyone does have any questions, please ask away, as us and everyone we know are completely stumped. So that was this week's collection of Glitch and 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.