As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 105 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: October 9, 2025

Welcome to 105th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 16 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 on 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... iicycrystal, reflectionwavy, Impressive-Step6377, The wolf , Kenzo, LonesomeWheener, Voicingspy, zouss, Keeganink, TheOddWhaleOut, YUBI, Apprehensive_Rip_752, MystiqueMisha , Objective_Emu_7542, Christina, No-Comment7234 As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story 9 1 ➤ 1:17 2 ➤ 5:01 3 ➤ 9:15 4 ➤ 12:16 5 ➤ 15:43 6 ➤ 18:26 7 ➤ 23:08 8 ➤ 28:06 9 ➤ 30:36 10 ➤ 36:01 11 ➤ 39:00 12 ➤ 51:15 13 ➤ 53:36 14 ➤ 56:01 15 ➤ 58:18 16 ➤ 1:02:09 ----- 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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The voice that we're having a fantastic week so far. It's been pretty good on the end. Nothing too crazy happening. Been very busy, as always. But yeah. Don't really much to say. guess I just want to mention in here.

If you do have a story, you'd like to share with the podcast, you'd like to hear on the podcast, a situation you've been through, glitch, paranormal, creepy people, just anything like that that you've been through that would fit on the podcast. Go to as the ravendreams.com. Click the big button to send it my way. Or you can email it to me at Astherraven Dreams at gmail.com. Just, yeah, consider getting it my way. Always in need of stories. That said, today we have a collection of glitch in the Matrix stories.

Interesting stories, as always. Bizarre and strange happenings in our existence. And yeah, hopefully you enjoy them. Hopefully you have a great time listening to them. And hopefully I see you again here very soon. But until then, remember, you are loved, valid, and important, and the world's a better place with you in it. Of course, enjoy.

Okay, I've only heard of glitched. The Matrix Stories from YouTube videos that read posts off Reddit. I never really fully believed them, but I always wondered what it would feel like if something like that was real. Well, I think it just happened to me. I was coming back home after a picnic with my friends. I hadn't slept much the night before and was planning to cancel, honestly, but I always do that and this time I just wanted to show up.

In the end, I did have fun, but the lack of sleep. sleep started to hit me hard around 5 p.m. I took the metro back, and instead of catching an auto home like I usually do, I decided to walk. I thought it might help me beat the sleepiness. The road from the junction has restaurants and grocery stores on both sides, very familiar path. At one point, I have to take a turn to the right. There's a chicken shop right there, and next to it is a grocery store called FarmFace. So I'm walking, scrolling through cat reels on my phone, when I catch the exact smell of hens.

That nasty, specific smell that always comes from that chicken place. I instinctively look up, and, yep, there it is. The cages of chickens out front, and farm face right beside them, glowing with its bright signage. I remember staring at the sign for a second, trying to remember if I had to grab anything for home. I was so tempted to get coffee, but I knew if I gave in, I would just stay up even longer. I needed a shower and sleep. That was the plan. So I take the turn. A little ahead is a flower shop. I noticed they were unloading a bunch of plants from a truck. That caught my attention because they don't always do that. I made a quick mental note to remind my dad about getting new plants for the

house. The smell in that spot is usually like muddy and leaves, earthy and, well, kind of comforting. I kept walking still on my phone. And then, out of nowhere, I get that chicken smell again. The flower shop usually smells like wet, cold mud, and green stuff, not hens. So I look up. Farm face. Again. Chickens. Same glowing sign, same smell, same spot. My heart dropped. I had already passed this. I know this stretch of road by heart.

I didn't turn back, I didn't loop around, I just kept walking straight, and yet there I was again, in the exact same place. I was panicking inside at this point, and my heartbeat was loud so that I could literally hear it in my ears. I was trying to think of a logical explanation, but nothing made sense. To test if I was losing it, I took the same right turn again. And sure enough, the same flower shop was unloading the same plants from the same truck. Same moment. I have no idea what happened. Maybe I was just too sleep deprived.

But I swear on everything, I did not walk back, and I didn't turn around. I kept walking straight. I've walked that road a hundred times and this has never happened before. I'm hoping it doesn't happen again. I'm not really a glitch in the Matrix believer, but I did go down a rabbit hole looking through stories in the sub a few years ago. I concluded they were fun to read, but it's just too easy to make stuff up on the internet for me to believe it.

But I recently had an experience that reminded me of stories I've read here and kind of freaked me out. My cousin and I grew up living in different countries, but we stayed at our grandparents' house every summer. Occasionally, one of her friends would visit for a few days. One summer it was Amy Smith. She was cool and she made an impression on me, though I felt she partied a little too hard, if you know what I mean. This was about 13 years ago. We were 17 and 19.

I would ask about Amy when I saw my cousin every summer after that, and about two years later my cousin said they had drifted apart. Amy's brother had overdosed, and she got really depressed and spiraled into drugs. My cousin felt bad, but they weren't in touch anymore. Life went on, and I put Amy and her brother out of my mind. Occasionally, I saw Amy's Facebook posts, and some of them were tributes to her brother tagged as Joe Smith. The real name was unique and memorable,

which reinforced the story in my head that her brother had died and his death shattered her. I celebrated Fourth of July last weekend with my cousin in her hometown. There were a bunch of her friends there wearing sweatshirts in memoriam of Joe Smith. My cousin said, Remember Amy, who visited us a long time ago? Her brother Odeed, and we made these sweatshirts in his honor. I thought to myself, that's nice, even... Ten years later, they're keeping his memory alive.

We were distracted making barbecue during this conversation and didn't talk about it beyond that. Except looking at Facebook later, there were a few posts of the party and sweatshirts saying something along the lines of, I can't believe it's been a year since Joe died. We miss you, brother, always in our hearts. I thought that it was weird, so I did some digging on Facebook. I saw a post by Amy with a black and white picture of her. and Joe as kids. Talking about how she was 18 months clean.

It was hard, but she was proud, and she knew Joe was looking down from the afterlife, proud of her, too. Posted in November 2024. I swear I had seen this exact same post, except more like five-plus years ago. I remember the 18-months clean milestone and thinking, good for her.

I remember the black-and-white picture and talking about her brother looking down from the afterlife. I looked back at Amy's timeline and posts about her brother's death did just start a year ago. All the posts about him before that, he was alive and well. I texted my cousin to ask if Amy had any other brothers who had died. She said that Amy only had one brother, the one who died last year. I told her that I remembered her telling me about this years ago.

She said that was impossible since the brother. died last July, but he had been struggling in and out of rehab for years, so maybe she had talked about that, and I misunderstood and thought that he died. But I don't think so. I vividly recall her saying the brother died and seeing tribute posts about him over the years. Anyway, not the craziest story ever, but there are a few posts in this sub with similar death timeline changes, so I thought I would contribute my experience to the archive. Maybe I am just misremembering, but it feels very real to me.

My cousin says that I should let her know if I have any more psychic premonitions of people dying. I'll keep you guys updated too. This was a couple of weeks ago, but I'm just getting around to posting it. My partner wears a bracelet made of a gemstone called Adventuring. It's spheres of stone with a thin, stretchy plastic string through each. stone. On the night that this happened, he had to work early the next day, so he had gone to bed early and I stayed up a bit later. When I went to bed, I didn't turn on the light and just crawled into bed. My hand touched a small, hard sphere or ball on the bed beside my head,

and I picked it up and wasn't really sure what it was at first. But I felt the two ends of the hole through the center and decided that it must have been a bead for my partner's bracelet. I felt around for more of them but couldn't find any, and figured the bracelet had broken as he went to bed and he had just missed one of the beads when he cleaned up. I put the bead on my nightstand and went to sleep. I didn't really think about it the next day. We both went to work and chatted about whatever via text. He started work way earlier than me, so I was still at work when he got home. Our bedroom is air-conditioned, so he went in there, to lay down for a bit, and when he did, his bracelet broke. He texted me right away and said,

Ah, my bracelet just broke. And I only then remembered finding the bead the night before. I asked him very specifically if he meant that it had just broken. He said yes. It had been on his wrist as he laid down, but had broken when he was laying there, and he then texted me about it immediately. I then told him I had found what I thought was one of the beads the night before and put it on my nightstand. He checked and confirmed there was one of the beads on my nightstand, and we could just not figure out how that could happen. The beads are solid rock. The string is soft plastic. There's no gap on the bead where the string could have slipped through. The part of the string that broke was not the knot, and there is no class. The string just snapped when he laid down.

There's no way the bracelet could have remained on him if the string had already been broken. He drives construction equipment for work, so his arm is constantly moving. One thing I found out when I got home that may not be interesting, but was a surprise to me, is that the hole in the beads is the same size or smaller than the thickness of the string. So the rest of the beads are still on the broken string, though they can be. and slide if you pull on them. We tried to put the bracelet on and have it stay, and it was not possible. So that's it.

That's the glitch. Hi, everyone. So this is something that happened to me and a friend of mine at a beach in southern France some years ago. And that is still creeping us out today. And I'm very curious to know if something similar has happened to other people. So we were sitting on a bench close to the beach. This place is quite busy when it's daytime, but very calm and deserted at night. Almost nobody here.

Like we love to do on weekends or holidays, me and my friend were just chilling and staring at the beach with a few city lights still up not too far from the beach while smoking. It was around midnight, and at some point we saw two people who looked like a 40-year-old something dad and his around 10-year-old daughter. We both still remember to this day clearly what they said when they walked past us. The girl, who seemed joyful, told her dad that she wanted churros, and her dad replied that she already ate something not too long ago. We were like, okay, weird.

It's very rare to see people at this time, and even weirder that the kid is still up and wanting churros at midnight. When everything is obviously closed, but, hey, nothing that strange. We just minded our business and kept smoking and chilling. One hour later, at around 1 a.m., the exact same dad and daughter were just walking in front of us again. But what creeped us out a little is that they were saying the exact same thing as earlier.

The daughter wanting churros and the dad telling her that she already ate something not too long ago, with the exact same words. At least that's how my friend and I both remember it. We were kind of creeped out, but we just told ourselves that it might be some tourists who love nightwalks. Weird for a kid this age, but hey, okay. The thing is, the exact same crap happened an hour later, at around 2 a.m. And the exact same freaking conversation. The little girl wanting churros and her dad saying, no, you already ate, not.

long ago. Now, me and my friend were just absolutely creeped out. We hesitated for a second and discussed whether or not we should try following them and talking to them, but my friend was very, very scared. He started to think those were ghosts, and that we should not disturb them. So we just went back home, and funnily enough, we never chilled at the spot again to this day. Unlike my friend, I don't really believe in ghosts, so I'm really interested to hear your theories on this. Maybe this was totally normal, but the exact same use of words and the fact that the dad was walking with his daughter this late still feels weird to me.

What do you all think? I also really want to know if any of you have gone through something similar. Please share it. It's pretty much the only weird or glitchy experience I've had my. whole life and me and my friend would feel less alone if someone else had gone through something similar. This is one of many glitches I posted back in 2014 under a different username. I lived for seven years in an apartment where a lot of crazy incidents kept occurring, and this wasn't the craziest, but it's probably the easiest to relay. This actually occurred either in the late 90s or early 2000s, back when ICQ and MSN

and Messenger were popular. I had popped downstairs for an apple and returned to my room to continue with chat, and I remember being oddly aware that the apple in one hand was forcing me to type one-handed. I mean, it was obvious it would, but

it felt strange the way the consciousness of and cause of the impediment floated into my head, almost like an unconscious sign that I should take note. Then, literally, the next thing I was aware, of was that I was typing with both hands. I immediately had a WTF moment. I know I couldn't have eaten the entire apple core and all because, A, I was highly aware

there is cyanide apple seeds, and yeah, I now know that a few wouldn't hurt, but I didn't then. And then B, I have issues with texture and can't stand the texture close to the core, and would automatically spit it out if I accidentally bit it. My mom used to complain about me wasting half the apple when I was a kid, so this wasn't a new quirk. Thinking maybe I had had some kind of spaced out moment and uncharacteristically tossed it in my waist basket, I got up to check, even though I had no memory of getting up. Nothing.

I went downstairs to check the trash. Nothing. Hell, I even went outside and hunted around the house because at that point, I was convinced I, I must have spaced out and discarded it somehow, despite nothing of the sort being in my history. The idea of throwing trash out of a window is an abomination to me. I wasn't on any meds, didn't do any drugs, drank quite a bit on occasion, but never in the daytime. I was totally sober and clear-headed. When my boyfriend came home and I relayed the story, he also conducted a hunt for the missing apple with no luck.

To this day, I have no... explanation, but probably because I was so used to similar happenings, it just became one of those amusing mysteries I occasionally pondered, but am not particularly bothered by. Personally, I don't believe in gods or spirits, ghosts, or supernatural forces, glitches, time travel, paranormal stuff, and so on, but this thing happened to me like two years ago, and I still haven't found a logical explanation as to why. or how the hell that thing happened. And it just boggles my mind.

I've always wanted to post that here, but I kept forgetting. So a day in summer of 2023, I decided to go out by myself to the center of the city to relax. And I had a small bag with me, one of those bags that you wear in front of your belly. I remember very well I only had 10 to 20 euros with me in the one section of the bag. The other one was empty. I'm almost 100% certain, since I had checked my bag before I left the house. So as I'm walking back home, I stopped at a pastry stop to buy a traditional dessert. And I remember that I had put five euros in the second section of the bag while I was outside.

So I opened it to pay, and I noticed an entire 40 euros that I never had or put in my bag. I still have no idea how the hell they appeared, but I can say with certainty that they weren't mine. Like I said, I had checked that second section many times, even when I put the five euros there. And I never saw 40 euros here, so this thing boggles me so much even to this day. I still remember the confusion on my face when I saw the money. I was like, WTF is that? I never had that in here. Or maybe let's say I forgot them, or if I didn't check, I wouldn't be so confused.

Because it's happened to me to forget money, and when I randomly find it, I'll be like, oh, I forgot this is here, even if I didn't remember putting it there. But in that case, my confusion was genuine. I was perplexed because I did check if I had left something there before leaving my house. But I didn't see anything. So I'm almost 100% that it's not that I just forgot them there or didn't take a look. And when I returned home, my ex-girlfriend said something about that. She looked in my bag and I don't remember what exactly she said,

but it was something indicating that even she was confused with the fact that I had so much money with me. Because if I remember correctly, we didn't have any money, other than what I had gotten with me that day. because we had just paid our taxes and stuff, so she said something like, where did you find all this money? She used to go looking through my stuff constantly when we were together, so if she didn't know where it came from, then it definitely wasn't ours. I told her, I have no idea.

I just found it inside of my bag. Did you put it there? She told me no, and then never talked to me about the incident again. She was the only person I was living with at that moment. moments, so for sure it wasn't her. One theory I have is that someone just decided to put money there to help me in a way without telling me. I've seen some YouTubers doing that type of stuff, but my bag was right in front of my abdomen,

so there's no way I wouldn't notice it, except if I was blind, which results in me still just being confused without a single credible explanation. I called my ex a couple of days ago to just make sure that, that, that's a couple of times ago. that did happen, and I'm not just going insane. I told her, hey, do you remember that day when you saw 40 euros in my bag and asked me where I got it from? She told me yes. So I asked her what she thought happened that day, and she told me that there was no way someone else would just give me money secretly, or that they had just popped there out in thin air, because that's impossible.

So she believes that I just forgot I had them in there. But I stay adamant that I seriously had checked, and I only had like 10 to 20 euros with me. I remember that. If I wasn't sure about that, then it wouldn't boggle me, and I wouldn't be making this post, but she also stays adamant that I probably just didn't see it. Because no other explanation makes sense to believe. I'm going to admit right off the bat that I've been a little stressed, but not much more than normal. I got out of the Navy in 2023, and since then I have had four deaths in the family, including my mother-in-law to be.

I've had my sister-in-law's wedding, my wedding, two cross-country moves, a house renovation and sale, and a honeymoon baby. My husband is also still military, so he got orders across the country, which is the second move. The house we were supposed to rent turned out to be a technically-le-eastern-eastern-year-old. but definitely unsafe house, and we had to get out of our lease. It was missing entire windows, with winter coming, had exposed wiring, and was very unsanitary. I didn't feel safe staying there while pregnant, but our stuff was already packed in the moving truck and on the way. We redirected it to storage, and I moved in with my parents while we shifted gears to buying a house

instead of renting. They lived in a state, but four and a half hours away from the base. My husband couch surfed with a co-worker at this time, and then my parents left for an Australian cruise they had been planning for a few years. So I house slash dogs sat for them for a while while they were gone, because what else could I really do? My brother still lives at home, which is really fortunate, because I suddenly had eclampic seizures and delivered at times.

28 weeks. Military medical missed my preeclampsia, and I had to get a medivac, and my son was born at 2 pounds, 3.6 ounces. He is happy and healthy now. It's good. I'm glad to hear that. So three months later, we close on a nice little house, and our son comes home from the NICU.

My parents helped us set up the house and settle in. My husband goes back to work, and my parents go home. So, here? is where things got weird. I hear phantom crying all the time. It's distant and vague. I ignore it because I'm sleep-deprived and it's my first baby. I figure it's one of those many mental and physical changes people forget to tell you about when you have a baby.

The baby monitor motion detector goes off when nothing is in the room. It has a camera, and the screen shows that nothing has changed. Maybe the curtains move. I don't know, I have bigger fish to fry. The baby monitor starts reporting crying when the baby is asleep in my arms downstairs. I check the settings to make sure the mic isn't too sensitive and it's not picking up a lawnmower or something. The baby monitor starts crying on its own. Like, I hear the crying through the microphone.

It sounds just like my son when he is gassy. When I check the screen and he is dead as long. sleep or he's in the room with me. It's a Wi-Fi monitor, so I changed our password in case, somehow, our neighbors had a baby without me knowing, and they hooked up their baby monitor to our Wi-Fi by mistake, resulting in some kind of interference. I've been dealing with a lovely mental health cocktail of general anxiety and depression of a 20-something-year-old, postpartum, military-related PTSD, some kind of neurodivergence,

new mother jitters amplified by the NICU experience. During this time, the baby was still eating every two or three hours, and he had an NG tubes, so I just chalked it up to the very rational explanation that I was just crazy now. The baby is healthy, and I don't think I can take on ghosts or phantom babies until next financial quarter, so I schedule an appointment with a psychiatrist and go about my life. The other day, my husband comes home early and my baby and I are trying to start a garden in the backyard. My husband comes out and asks why I'm leaving the baby upstairs alone and crying,

but then he looks over and sees the baby right next to me. He's really confused because he definitely hears cries coming from upstairs and from the baby monitor. I'm like, oh, you hear it too? I just assumed I was nuts. He went out and bought a few new fancy monitors twice. We still get interdimensional baby crying. It stops if I stick my head in the nursery and say something like, You okay, sweetheart?

Mama loves you. It's weird, but it's happening less frequently. And we've adjusted. Thank you, Raven, for having such a great podcast. I've been binging your glitch in the Matrix episodes, and every time I listen, I think back to something that happened to me a few years ago that I still can't explain. It started on an ordinary, Tuesday morning. I was driving to work the same route that I had taken for years.

There's a little back road that I cut through to avoid traffic, and at the end of it is a four-way stop. I pulled up, looked both ways, and saw a red sedan already stopped across from me. We both sat there for an extra beat like neither of us wanted to go first. Then the driver gave me that little hand wave, so I started through the intersection. Halfway across, I looked up, and that exact same red sedan was pulling up to the stop sign again. Same car, same dent in the front bumper, same guy behind the wheel wearing the same blue baseball cap. For a second, I thought maybe I was just seeing double, but no. The first car that waved me through was gone.

Vanished. I slowed down, staring into my rearview mirror, but the intersection behind me was completely empty. Here's where it gets creepier. That night when I left work, I pulled on to the same back road, and right at that same four-way stop, the same red sedan, same guy, same baseball cap, and he looked at me like he recognized me too, and I swear he gave the exact same wave, same motion, same timing, as that morning. I drove through as quick as I could, my heart racing.

I don't know if it was deja vu, a time slip, or some kind of copy and paste glitch, but to this day, every time I see a red sedan, I feel that pit in my stomach, like the universe is about to repeat itself. The weirdest part? A month later, I went back down that same road, just to see if anything would happen. That stop sign wasn't even there anymore. The city had replaced it with a roundabout. So where exactly did I stop that morning? And who waved me through? Hey, Raven. Greetings from Germany. I recently stumbled across your channel, and ever since then, I've been listening to your stories

while doing other things on the side. Thank you so much for all your hard work and for bringing us all together. Thank you kindly for listening. When I was listening to your glitch in the Matrix stories, one in particular caught my attention. The story of Nail-Layor, in your podcast from May 21st, 2025. It's the third story.

Then they linked the YouTube video, so it's the May 21st YouTube Glitch in the Matrix video. I would love it if you would post my story in your Glitch in the Matrix series, because it feels like a reply to Naomi's story, and I hope she might hear it. Hearing her experience made me really happy because I went through something very similar. So, this is my story. When I was about six years old, I was very clumsy and always stumbling. To give you an example, on my very first school day, just one meter before the school gate, I tripped and landed face first on the ground.

Around that same time, I had a really strange experience. I was about to go downstairs into the basement when I stumbled. I saw myself about to fall down about 15 steps face first, and then everything went black. The next thing I remember, I opened my eyes and found myself sitting upright just two steps from the bottom, feet on the floor, elbows on my knees,

and hands holding my head, just like Naomi described in her story. I immediately checked for bruises. I get them really easily, but there wasn't a single mark. Back then, I tried to explain it to myself. Maybe I suddenly had superpowers like being able to do backflips, which was impossible because I was pretty weak as a kid. Or maybe my future self had invented a time machine and saved me.

Or maybe I had a guardian spirit. Hearing Naomi's story about being carried downstairs by a spirit really resonated with me. It made me happy because I've always believed something or someone was protecting me. When I was around 17, I had another experience that might be related. One calm summer evening by a lake at sunset, I suddenly remembered a dream. It's the only time I've ever recalled a dream in the middle of the day. In it, I spoke to a human ghost named Carl, who said he had been dead for over 300 years.

He started with, don't be scared. He told me that when I was little, we used to play together. I have no memory of this in real life, and my family doesn't recall me having an imaginary friend. I asked why he hadn't gone into the light yet, and he said, I want to stay a little longer to protect you. That was it. Now, here's another glitch in the Matrix. Since it was supposed to be for Glitch in the Matrix, here's a small one.

I often experienced things disappearing and reappears. I would put something down, it would vanish, and then the next day it would be exactly where I thought it should be. My explanations back then were, maybe my future self-borrowed it, or maybe a spirit wanted to keep me busy, or to change my timeline to prevent something bad. It never occurred to me that it might be a glitch in the Matrix, because it only ever happened one way. Things disappeared and came back. but I never suddenly found objects that didn't belong to me.

But maybe it actually is. Who knows? Final thought? Lastly, I would love to leave a few words. Maybe there are people who need to hear this right now. Have you ever worried that you're in a timeline you don't belong in? Or that maybe everything is only in your head and not real? Don't worry too much.

In the end, we all die. but as long as we're alive, we have a chance to enjoy it. We can have joy with the people around us. And if the timeline changes, we can enjoy our time with those new people in that timeline, too. We need to be aware that people can pass away or timelines can shift. That's not something we can control. But what we can control is finding our own happiness and helping others find theirs. And if everything is just imagined or a dream,

Don't worry. If you can feel happiness, that feeling is real. That's what matters. So with that, cheers, peers. P.S. to Naomi, in Germany, we do have a cinema chain called Cinemax. Since you mentioned Cinemax and Germany in your story, maybe that was a little hint for you to visit Germany someday. Wink, wink.

I've been meaning to share this story for a while, but just getting around to it. My partner and I were at Ho Chi-Mean Airport. We just changed from a domestic flight and needed to board an international flight. Somewhat annoyingly, the domestic and international terminals aren't connected, and you have to walk outside of one to enter the other. Anyway, we were traveling with our little one and had their pram plus two carry-on pieces of luggage. We entered an elevator, exited on the second floor, and proceeded to passport control. I was managing the pram in one of the pieces of carry-on luggage and my partner the other carry-on luggage.

The lines were long at passport control, so my partner stood in one line and I was just across from them and the other with my child. I distinctly remember looking over at my partner. They had one of the carry-on bags, and I the other. My line moved quicker, so I motioned to my partner to jump in front of me, to take her carry bag in our child through first as passport. control only wanted one adult at a time to go through. My partner was stamped through with our child. They had the pram in one piece of carry-on.

I distinctly remember them having both. From exiting the elevator until this point, perhaps half an hour had passed. I then followed the passport control with my piece of carry-on, joining my partner in a line to have our bags x-rayed. At that point, I looked down and asked my partner where her carry-on was. We just looked at each other. It was gone. We couldn't believe it.

How had it disappeared? The only solution was that we had left it somehow before going through passport control. But we both looked at each other in astonishment as that was impossible. We both clearly remember either rolling the bag or it being with us at several points in the last half hour. Regardless, it simply wasn't. Somehow my partner convinced passport control to let her. back into the country. Retracing her steps, she ended up going all the way back to the elevator from which we had entered the International Terminal. The bag was by itself in the middle of the

corridor about 10 meters from the lift that we had exited over half an hour earlier. Hundreds of people would have passed it, and yet it simply was there in the middle of the corridor. We distinctly remember having the bag with us at multiple points since exiting that lift. Why would we have exited the lift in the first place and just left the bag in the corridor when we had both the pram and the other piece of carry-on luggage with us. To this day, we have no idea how this situation happened. Whenever the memory comes up, we just look at each other dumbfounded. Hi, Raven. I'm Kenzo, a longtime listener of your podcast. I love your storytelling and voice. Thank you. Without further ado, I'd like to start with my experience.

I'm sorry if the story is not articulated well as English is my second language, but I am a writer and deliricists, so I hope I can paint a good picture for you as well as the listeners. I'm sure you'll do fine. The biting wind of December and Sikkim, a northeastern state in India bordering Nepal, China, and Bhutan, always felt like a familiar embrace. A stern but loving presence that had shaped my life amongst these unforgiving, majestic Himalayas. My name is Kenzo, and I run a small trekking camp based out of Gang Talk. The mountains are my sanctuary, my livelihood and my very breath, so I thought. It began subtly, as these things often do, a flickering light in my remote cabin high above the Teista River,

that even the most aggressive power cuts couldn't explain. A moment of deja vu so intense it felt like a physical jolt, where I was certain I'd already lived the conversation I was having. having, word for word, gesture for gesture. I dismissed it as fatigue, the isolation playing tricks on my mind. I'd been spending more time alone than usual mapping new trails, pushing deeper into the less trodden paths around Lechung and Le Chen in North Sakeem. The first tangible glitch occurred during a solo trek near the sacred Somgo Lake.

The air was crisp, the sky wasn't impossible blue, and the lake a shimmering sapphire amidst the snow-dusted peaks. I stopped to take a photograph with my old digital camera, a trusty companion on countless expeditions. As I framed the shot, the reflection of the mountain in the still water seemed to waver. Not like a ripple from a stone, but like a faulty projection. The peaks, instead of mirroring their solid forms, momentarily dissolved into a mosaic of pixels.

a fleeting shimmer of green and purple that wasn't there. Then as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. Leaving only the perfect pristine reflection. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. Altitude sickness, I reasoned. Lack of sleep. I checked the camera. It was working perfectly.

The photo I had taken was normal. Yet the image of those dissolving mountains remained etched in my mind. A peculiar stain on an... otherwise perfect memory. Over the next few weeks, the anomalies escalated, weaving themselves into the fabric of my daily life with an insidious grace. Sounds would distort. The cheerful chatter of tourists in Gang Talk, that's the capital of Sakim, M.G. Marge,

the main marketplace in town, would suddenly acquire a metallic echo, as if bouncing off unseen walls in an empty chamber. The rustling leaves the rhododendri. outside my window would sometimes sound like static, a white noise hum that grated on my nerves before vanishing. One evening, while sharing a cup of shang with my old friend Dorji at a local daba, the world around us seemed to stutter. We were discussing the upcoming Torah season when suddenly Dorji froze mid-sentence, his eyes wide and vacant. The clatter of dishes from the kitchen, the distant barking of dogs, the low murmur of conversation, everything seemed to cease.

It was as if a cosmic pause button had been pressed. I could still move and breathe, but the world around me was utterly, terrifyingly still. Then with a gentle, almost imperceptible pop, everything resumed. Dorgy continued to sentence as if no interruptions had occurred entirely oblivious, and if the snowholds will have a good season for skiing. My heart hammered against my ribs. Dorjeet, I managed my voice a little hoarse. Did you notice anything just now?

He looked at me with a flicker of concern in his eyes. Notice what, Kenzo? You look a bit pale. Too much Chang already? I shook my head, my mind racing. This wasn't fatigue. This wasn't altitude sickness. This was something else, something far more unsettling.

The strangest occurrences, however, involved people. Faces I knew intimately would occasionally twist into grotesque, unfamiliar caricatures for a split second. My reflection in a mirror would sometimes return a stranger's gaze, an old man with eyes too dark, or a woman with a thin, cruel smile, before snapping back to my own familiar features. It was like watching a poorly rendered video game character where the textures momentarily failed to load correctly. I started documenting these incidents, scrolling notes in a worn leather-brown journal. I felt like a madman, recording fleeting absurdities that no one else seemed to perceive.

Was I losing my mind? Or was I somehow seeing behind the veil? One particular jarring episode took place during a supply run to Silliguri, down in the plains of West Bengal. The chaotic, vibrant energy of the city usually invigorated. but this time as I navigated the crowded streets, the faces of the people around me began to repeat. I saw the same distinctive mole on three different women in the span of five minutes, the same peculiar gate of a hawker selling momos, the same pattern on a child's t-shirt appearing on three different children. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but once I noticed

it, it was everywhere. It was as if the city's population was drawn from a limited pool, of templates, endlessly recycled. Back in the relative quiet of Sakeem, the glitches became more aggressive and more direct. Objects would materialize and dematerialize. My trusty trekking pole leaning against the wall would simply not be there when I reached for it, only to reappear minutes later in the same exact spot. A cup of steaming tea on my table would suddenly be cold and then hot again. The laws of physics of continuity seemed to be fraying at the edges.

The mountains themselves, my beloved mountains, began to feel alien. Their colossal stoic forms, which once offered comfort and a sense of permanence, now seemed fragile, mutable. I would catch a glimpse of what looked like faint gridline shimmering in the air above the highest peak, like an invisible force feel. Sometimes the vibrant green of the alpine meadows would barely shift to a sickly yellow, or the clear blue sky would take on a greenish tint before correcting itself. I stopped talking about it to anyone.

The blank stares, the worried glances, the suggestions of stress-induced psychosis, I'd heard them all. I was alone in this, a solitary witness to a reality that was unraveling around me. One frigid afternoon, while alone in my cabin, attempting to make sense of my journal entries, that ultimate glitch occurred. The air in my cabin thickened and grew heavy, like wading through unseen water. The faint hum that I sometimes heard amplified into a deafening roar, a sound that felt less like an auditory sensation and more like a vibration deep within my bones.

Then the world outside my window began to pixelate. The snow-covered peak, the dense pine forests, the meandering Tista River, they all seemed to dissolve into a swirling vortex of shimmering colored squares. It was like I was watching a television screen breakdown, but on a grand, terrifying scale. I stumbled back, my heart seizing in my chest. This wasn't just a flicker or a momentary anomaly. This was a full-blown breakdown. The very fabric of my reality was tearing apart. heart. As I stared, paralyzed, by this mixture of terror and morbid fascination, a voice echoed

in my head. It wasn't a sound but a thought, clear and resonant yet utterly alien, system recalibrating. It was a minor processing error detected, please stand by. The voice was devoid of emotion, the sterile synthesized pronouncements, and with its appearance, a chilling realization dawned on me. I was not in the Himalayas. I was not in Sakeem. I was in a simulation. My entire life, my memories, my experiences, all of it just a meticulously crafted illusion. That world outside my window continued to churn, the colors shifting and reforming. Then, as abruptly as it began, the hum subsided, the air lightened in the view outside my window snapped back into perfect focus.

Those snow-dusted peaks in pine forest, the Tista River, all were pristine, real and utterly convincing. But I knew the truth now. I looked down at my hands, at the calloused fingers that had gripped so many trekking poles, had scaled so many treacherous slopes. They felt real. My cabin, with its familiar scent of pine and damp earth, felt real. The aching emptiness in my stomach, the dry taste in my mouth, were all agonizingly real. Yet I knew it was a lie.

The glitches have become rarer now, almost to the point of being non-existent. The system, it seems, has been recalibrated. The illusion is seamless once more, but the knowledge remains. It's a cold, hard knot in my gut, a constant gnawing awareness that everything I experience is merely a projection. I still lead treks. I still guide tourists to these magnificent mountains. I still point out the rare Himalayan flora, the elusive snow leopard tracks. I smile, laugh, tell stories, but inside I'm different.

When I look at the sky, I no longer see just blue. I see those faint invisible gridlines, the scaffolding of my simulated world. When I hear the wind whistle through the passes, I hear the ghost of that sterile hum. And when I look into the eyes of another person, I wonder if they too are merely a program, an elaborate NPC in a grand simulation. Sometimes in the dead of the night, I'll stare at my reflection in the dark window pane, not to see myself, but to catch a glimpse of the stranger, the anomaly, that brief flicker that reminds me of what I saw behind the curtain.

And a part of me, a tiny, desperate part, yearns for another glitch, another tear in that fabric. Just to prove to myself that I wasn't entirely wrong, that I wasn't completely mad. Because the most unsettling part of it all isn't the glitches themselves but the terrifying perfection of the recalibrated world. The seamless, flawless illusion

that leaves me utterly alone in my horrifying truth, perpetually walking through a masterpiece of deception. A ghost, in my own simulated life amongst the breathtaking, yet ultimately hollow Himalayas. Thanks for reading, Raven. Your voice soothes the chaos in my head while I'm trying to sleep. Much love, Kenzo. This happened on Saturday morning, when I can sleep in late because I don't have work.

I had an annoying cold, something which was coming and going, and not serious enough to miss work for, but still annoying enough to have me drinking hot water infused with an herbal mix. On Friday night, I had been sitting at my desk in my room working on my laptop, with my flask of herbal hot water next to me, drinking while I worked. When I went to bed, I forgot to bring the flask and mug to my bedside table. I woke up once in the early morning to use the bathroom, but I didn't bring the flask back to my bedside.

It was still sitting on my desk. Around 9 a.m., my throat was irritated, and I woke up coughing. I instinctively turned to my bedside table to grab my flask, but saw that it wasn't there, and I remembered that I had left it at my desk. Now, you can call me lazy, but after a long week at work, I didn't feel like getting up to grab the flask again. It wasn't a very bad irritation. It was the kind I could get rid of by coughing heavily into a few tissues. and I always have a tissue box at my bedside table.

And that solved the irritation temporarily, so I went back to sleep. Around an hour later, I started coughing again, and I decided no matter how sick and tired I felt, I'd have to get up for the flask. I turned again to my bedside, and the flask was there. It was sitting on my bedside table. Without my mug, but that's okay. because the lid of the flask turns into a cup when required.

I did not get up at all from the bed except for that one bathroom break in the early morning. And between the first throat irritation where I discovered I had forgotten to bring the flask to my bedside, and the second throat irritation, I did not get up at all. I was sick and tired and overworked. The flask just teleported to my bedside, I guess. I own two pairs of sunglasses, one black and one brown. I found both of them on the ground, black pair and a subway station, brown pair on a hiking trail. About a month ago, I went to the beach with my partner and two friends.

I brought the black pair of sunglasses and wore them all day. Then we went to a bar. When we left for the day, I couldn't find the sunglasses and commented on that. ultimately I thought, oh well, I found him on the ground anyway. My friend said, oh no, you lost your Burberry sunglasses? I would die. And my other friend chimed in saying, yeah, seriously, how much do those cost anyway? I explained that I found them on the ground and didn't even realize they were Burberry. My partner laughed and said that they say Burberry right on them in clear lettering.

I figured I had just never noticed before and then suddenly I had. I felt bad about losing them. One of my friends joked that she didn't think I seemed like a Burberry sunglasses kind of person anyway, and that she'd been surprised to see them. All three of the people I was with seemed to have observed me wearing sunglasses with that Burberry logo that day. I kind of forgot about the whole thing until today. I was looking through my backpack, and I found the black sunglasses in a weird pocket

that I wouldn't normally put them in. I was relieved to find them and immediately looked at them to see where the Burberry logo was. I couldn't find it. There was no branding. Confused, I took them to my partner and asked if these were the glasses he had meant. He was confused and said no, these were not the pair. I showed him the pair of brown sunglasses and he shook his head saying that those weren't them either. It was a different pair of black sunglasses with the name Burberry on them.

I moved to this country two years ago, and I didn't bring any sunglasses with me. I've not bought any here. The black and brown pairs I found on the ground are the only ones I've ever owned or worn. So I have no idea where this alleged pair of designer sunglasses came from, nor where they went. I worked in the lab at a factory for a month not too long ago. I did the basic quality control of the samples so that my colleagues had more. time to focus on the other things that had to be done. On my final day, I had to finish a bit earlier so I could change clothes, put my work

outfit into the bin so they would get washed, and I headed back to the lab to turn in my keys and the personal tag that I needed to open the gate to get into the factory terrain. The lab was empty when I returned. It was a little past 4 p.m., so everyone had already left. I reached into my pocket with all my keys and placed. the keys for my locker next to each other, and after that I grabbed my badge and placed it right next to the keys. The only things in my pocket at this point was the key for my bike lock and the key for my house. After that, I went outside, grabbed the key to unlock my bike

and headed to the exit of the site. Whilst riding my bike, I was wondering how I was going to exit since I didn't have my badge to open the gate. Since I couldn't leave that way, I backed up at the gate and used the exit for trucks. After that, I just drove home thinking it was all good. When I arrived home, I reached into my pocket to open the door, and the first thing I felt was my badge. When I looked at it, my first thought was, if this is my badge, then what did I place next to the keys?

and then I thought maybe I had placed it there and took it back because I needed to leave the factory terrain, but that would be weird because when I went outside, I was wondering how I could open the gate since I didn't have it. And even if I took it, I would have felt it when I put my hand in my pocket to take out the key to open the bike lock. I went inside, tossed it on to the table,

and looked at it for a minute, absolutely confused as to how it suddenly reappears, appear to my pocket. And to this day, I still don't understand how it happened. This just happened an hour ago and I'm still trying to rationalize it. Hoping someone else here has had something similar can explain what might have happened. So I'm chilling on my couch, trying to avoid scrolling on Reddit or playing mindless games, so literally just sitting and thinking.

We have some purple clovers on a shelf. I've always had a thing for being able to find four-leaf clovers and was thinking about that. These ones haven't grown any four-leaf clovers, but there's also not that many of them. Maybe 15 in the pot. They've been struggling. Suddenly I get a feeling that I should breathe on the clover and almost like infuse my will in them to grow a four-leaf one. I know it sounds crazy, but that's the best way I can describe it. So, I exhale hard from my nose.

I didn't blow at the Clovers, I exhaled straight down. I'm about ten feet away from the Clovers, but I see a few of them move significantly right where I imagined blowing on them. There was one clover I was focusing on, and it was the main one that moved. A few others around it moved as well. It wasn't like a gentle push or anything either. It was like someone blew hard. downward on them. We don't have central air.

We have window AC units, and it wasn't on. No open windows or cracks, and even if there were, it's not windy at all today. I went over and inspected the plant after to see if it may have been a really big bug or spider or something, but didn't see anything. No other plants around it moved, and only a few of the Clovers did. Like I said, my mind is doing everything it can to rationalize and explain. how it happened, but I can't. I would love to hear anyone else's thoughts.

Also, I'll update if they happen to grow a four-leaf clover in the next month. Hey, Raven, I've got a wild glitch in the Matrix story for you. So I've been training dogs for about ten years, and I thought I had seen it all. But then comes along this French bulldog named Parfé, which means perfect in French, by the way. And this dog was anything but perfect. at first. I was pulling my hair out because Parfay just would not listen. I would say sit, nope, stay, no, come, not a chance.

It was like Parfay had no interest in any command. The dog would just sit there like a croissant and do absolutely nothing. No long lead, no short lead, no lead at all could get this dog to budge. No chicken, no beef, no duck, no liver, no clicker. I was so frustrated. How was I going to pay my rent? I'd have to give this person their money back. I even asked the universe to help me out, and I guess it listened.

Because the moment the owners showed up, Parfay turned into a superstar. This dog would basically do a backflip if I had asked it to. The owners were raving, telling everyone, You're the best trainer we've ever met. We can't believe how perfect Parfay is. And I'm standing there thinking, I'm good, but I'm not that good. It was like a total glitch in reality.

So that's my story, and I hope you enjoy it. Out of war for now. A few years ago, one of my online friends got a new PC. I know this happened, not just because I remember her posting excitedly about it on Facebook, but because I literally connected to it remotely to help her set things up. I saw her specs, helped her configure some stuff, and even remember thinking how nice of an upgrade it was, compared to the old laptop she used to complain about. We don't really talk consistently anymore, but we still message each other occasionally to catch up. About six months ago was the last time we spoke until just the other day.

I reached out and asked if she wanted to play some Minecraft with me. She joined me and we played for a bit like we used to. two together. Nowadays, I'm really into VR chat, so I asked her if she'd like to try it out with me and some of my other friends sometime. She said that she couldn't, that her laptop is like 10 years old and can't run it. I was confused, so I said, wait, didn't you get a new PC a while back?

And she just said, no, I never did. I thought she was messing with me at first, but, No. She genuinely acted like it never happened. I even went back to try to find the Facebook post that she made about it, and it's gone. No pictures, no comments, no sign it was ever there. The only thing I could find is a post about her new desk, which she got at the same time as her PC. But I remember it. I remember helping her set it up. I remember what the post said, and I remember checking the specs myself. And now, nothing.

I'm honestly extremely confused regarding the whole situation. Edits to add, I'm 100% sure that I'm not being confused with anyone else. The friend mentioned in this story was my online friend for many years. And I specifically remember being on a call with her as I helped her get things set up as well. So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. If you did, and would like to listen to more of this,

you can always check out the other episodes 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 Ashther Raven 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.