As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 106 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: October 19, 2025

Welcome to 106th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 19 stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about disappearing objects, strange happenings, time skips and quantum immortality. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your 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... magical_bunny, LunarSlush88, Icy_Yesterday9326, Public-Translator-11, Mary, JK, Gift From God, Wild_Show_4457, Puzzleheaded_Log3803, young_yetii, Kimipachi, Momoomommy, professor_dog, Wild_Show_4457, PizzaHomies, YuhMothaWasAHamsta , locallobotomy, The Red Witch, aGhost0800 As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story 8 1 ➤ 1:21 2 ➤ 9:44 3 ➤ 12:58 4 ➤ 15:30 5 ➤ 18:25 6 ➤ 20:48 7 ➤ 24:11 8 ➤ 26:11 9 ➤ 29:19 10 ➤ 32:01 11 ➤ 35:06 12 ➤ 37:16 13 ➤ 39:20 14 ➤ 41:52 15 ➤ 45:10 16 ➤ 47:52 17 ➤ 54:07 18 ➤ 56:33 19 ➤ 59:13 ----- 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. Note: The podcast nor the host endorses any advertisements played during the podcast, ads are not chosen by ATRD or Raven Adams, they are chosen automatically by the advertisement systems by the platforms that host the podcast. I do not endorse, support, or promote any opinions or statements made in any adverts played during the show. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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with the YouTube side and the podcast side. I kind of suck at logistics. I thought I had everything in the bag this for the rest of the year, honestly. I thought I was good. Had a great spreadsheet with a great calendar. And then I looked at it and was like, huh, there's no episodes between the, hang on, I can actually tell you. Between the 15th and the 24th, what happened there?

They're supposed to be like two. So I got to fix that. Yeah. Anyways, today we have some glitch stories. I don't know why I explained all that to you. Today we have some glitch stories and hopefully you enjoy them. If you don't, that's understandable. Not everyone likes the glitch stories, and that's okay.

Some people really dig them, so I keep doing them. Something I've always done, not really always, but something I've done for most of my time doing this. Anyways, friends, hope you're having a great October. Hope fall is treating you well if you're in part of the world where it's fall right now. Or if you're in part of the world where it's spring, I hope the spring is springing in your step. That was lame.

Hope you have great rest your week. Hope I see you again here soon. Until then, my friends. Enjoy. Well, of all things that have happened to me in my life, and I've had a lot of paranormal and weird things happen, this is by far the most unexplainable. Basically, a ring that was lost in 1996 reappeared this year,

which I'm sure in normal circumstances this isn't so strange, but the circumstances that surround the event make it completely crazy. So going back, in 1996, I was 12, and living with my mom and siblings. I loved silver rings, so she would buy them for me as a gift, but she had also gifted me three silver rings she had handcrafted herself, during a stint making rings in the 70s. Being handmade, they were highly unique and like no other rings anywhere. So one day in 96, her friend, Duncan, stopped by,

to offer us all a lift to the beach as he was headed there. We lived about 40 minutes drive from the coast and didn't have a car, so we were all excited and got our things together, and then jumped in Duncan's van. When we got there, it was totally empty, and we all put our things on the beach to get ready to go into the water. I didn't want to lose my rings in the water, so I wrapped them in a small plastic bag

and tucked them deep into the toes of a pair of lace-up sand, shoes I had been wearing. I then put my other stuff folded neatly on top of that pair of shoes. I was very particular, as I really, really did not want to lose the six that I had been wearing. We swam for about an hour, with several of us in the water. At no point at all did we ever see anyone else come on to the beach, and I had been looking back over our things often. Our stuff wasn't too far from where we'd been swimming. When we got out of the water, I went straight over to get my rings into my surprise. My shoe was completely empty.

I searched everywhere, but there was no sign of the bag that had my rings in it. We searched for a long time, but in the end, we had to leave and go home. At the time, it made no sense to me at all how they could have just vanished because nothing I left on top of them had been disturbed at all. and we hadn't seen anyone on the beach. I told myself that I would find them someday, though I wasn't sure how. So, time passed, and eventually the internet became a thing. I sketched the rings I had lost, well, the one that mattered most.

I would go on to Facebook groups for that area every year or two asking if anyone had found them, or seen them, or knew anyone who had them. I never heard anything back from anyone. Shortly after I lost the rings in 96, we had to move. We ended up moving an hour north at first, but in time we ended up moving houses numerous times, eventually ending up around a four hours drive from the location that I lost my rings. At one point, due to a family member's partner's violence, we had to leave everything and just run, so we didn't have any furniture that we kept with us.

This will make sense later. And we kept very few personal possessions. This was prior to us moving to our current city. In the years in between it all, I also moved out into my own place and then back home to help out with things. In 2019, we moved to a house that I'll just call Home A. This is still in the town four hours from where I lost my ring. When we moved into Home A, we had come from a really big house,

but Home A was tiny in comparison, so it was hard to know where to put things. We ended up storing some of our stuff in the garden shed in the yard of the house. One of the things that we stored in the garden shed was a chest of three drawers, about two foot tall. This was used for storing jewelry-making supplies, as my mom still loves making jewelry, but she no longer works in silver,

so this was all plastic and glass beads in plastic containers. She and I had accessed this chest of drawers on numerous occasions while in Home A. Eventually, though, we ended up storing more and more things in the garden shed due to lack of space. And it became almost impossible to get to the drawers without spending ages moving stuff. So, because it was difficult, we kind of just didn't bother. And we'd been busy with other life stuff anyway. So there would easily have been a two-year period where that chest of drawers wasn't touched.

It's worth noting that I was also the last person who would access the chest of drawers as my mom didn't like to walk down to the shed. In May this year, Home A was sold, and we once again had to move. I decided it was finally time to tackle the garden shed and set about pulling everything out to sort and pack and take with us. When I got to the chest of drawers, I was excited to finally have a look back in it, as I knew it was full of containers of pretty beads.

I pulled the first drawer open, and literally there at the front of the first drawer is one of my rings that my mother made, that was lost at the beach in 1996. Just there. I instantly started crying my eyes out and ran to show my mom who couldn't believe it. Neither of us had seen this ring since 96.

It was one of the distinct rings that I had drawn and posted about, on numerous occasions once the internet was a thing. It was not there the last time I accessed that drawer. The drawers were also sealed, so it's not like a rat could have climbed in there and just left it either, which would still be weird. No one came into our yards. We have dogs that will go crazy if anyone does, and there's no way on earth anyone could have snuck it in through all the boxes and boxes of junk and stored items,

some of them large, that we had packed into the garden shed. We also don't even know anyone from that area where the rings went missing anymore. We pretty much lost contact with all of our family friends as soon as we moved. So people have had some theories when I've told them about this, mostly thinking someone felt bad and brought the ring back. Okay, sure. I could believe this if the ring had reappeared in our mailbox in 1996, maybe.

But who exactly would have seen my Facebook post, felt guilty, decided to return just one ring three decades later, somehow magically figure out my address, I'm not publicly listed, and I have a very common surname anyway, drive four hours north, then rather than sitting in on my doorstep or in the mailbox, decided to go find a garden shed in the backyard, evade my dog, painstakingly move all the crap in the shed, pull this one drawer out, leave the ring, put all the crap back, and then sneak back out again. Why would anyone do anything so crazy when they could have just sent me a DM and said they found it on the beach? I don't believe this theory is viable.

Some people have also said that I must have had that one ring this whole time and just forgot. No, they were all with me that day, and I was so distraught by their loss over all these years that I would have known if I still had one with me. So, I'm thrilled to have my ring back. I wish I got the others back too, but I really have no explanation at all for how they went missing in such a strange way, or how one reappeared under such strange circumstances. This was a few years ago. For context, I've gone hiking with my dog a lot, off-leash, out in the boonies. We have a really good system, and there have been moments where he dashes off for a little while,

and comes back within a few minutes. Every time he has run away, I either see where he's taken off to, or I hear his collar, which seems to have a thousand tags on it. I can always hear him traipsing off through the brush, and like I said, he always comes back. Well, on this particular day, we were doing a hike in the Olympics in Washington. It was outside of cell range, and there weren't that many people on the trail or in the parking lot. Doggo and I start the hike, and I swear we're only ten minutes into the hike when I just stop hearing him. He was right beside me and slightly behind him.

behind me. Caller tags jingling, when I just stopped hearing the jingle jangle jangle altogether. We were surrounded by dense forest and there is no sound of brush being crashed through. He's nowhere, just gone. I'm not panicked, although weirded out, that I can't tell where he is. I call his name and just pause on the trail and wait. Time starts to pass. He's not anywhere. I can't sense a thing. Ten minutes go by, then 20, then 30. An hour goes by. Now I have a knot in my stomach.

What do I do? I've been calling for him. I go a little up the trail, call some more. Eventually I decide that maybe he went down to the car. So I begin my walk to the parking lot. My hopes are getting higher as I near the lot, but my heart dropped. when all I see is the mostly empty lot with my car and one other in it. No dog.

I look under the cars. No dog. There was no other place an animal could hide. I decided to go to the message board slash map area in a corner of the parking lot to leave a note and continue looking for my dog. I turned to the board and realize I need paper from my car and turn back around to my car and bam. who is sitting right behind me all the sudden, but my 60-something-pound boy who looks just as surprised as I do.

I dropped to my knees crying, and he gives me a huge hug. I've never seen him look so relieved in his life, his collar tags jangling away. His eyes were wide as hell, and I hope that, if you've read this, you understand the glitch, because this has never happened before or since despite chasing after animals, or wandering off for a little while. I'm telling you that parking lot was empty. And yes, he is still thriving as a dog. Back in 2015, I was 18, just about to finish high school,

and I decided to visit my mom in Western Sydney near the foot of the Blue Mountains for the last school holidays. I brought a friend with me, and one night we were all eating dinner at the table. My mom had her back to the big glass window looking out over the yard and golf course, with a huge mirror across from her. My friend was sitting across from my mom, and I was at the end of the table between them. At some point, my friend excused herself to go to the bathroom. While she was gone, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

My stomach sank, and I told my mom, there's someone in the backyard. Right then, my friend walked back in and was standing next to the mirror, and there he was, an old man, probably 85 or older, walking slowly up the side of the house. My mom jumped up and ran outside. We watched through the glass as she got within a few feet of him, trying to talk to him. He didn't respond. The second she reached out like she was going to touch his shoulder, he just vanished into the dark.

We were shaken, but it didn't stop there. Around 2.30 a.m. that night, we heard doors opening, high heels clicking down the halls, and the shower running in the master bedroom. We thought it was my mom's brother and his wife. They were flying in from overseas, so we figured they had arrived while we were asleep. None of us got up to check. The next morning, my mom called my nana and mentioned how loud they'd been when they arrived. Nana went quiet and said,

What are you talking about? They're not coming until next Saturday. We went into the master bedroom, and it looked like someone had been there. The blankets were messed up, the shower and floor were soaked, and the carpet outside the en sui was wet. But there was no water running,

no leaks, and nothing to explain it. Even now, my mom and I still talk about it. I have no idea what we saw that night, but it definitely was not just in my head. It's one of the creepiest things I have ever experienced. I just found out about the subreddits, and I'm very happy and excited that I might finally get some feedback on something that I have no explanation for.

Here is what happened. In 2017, I worked at a fair as a garbage man. My job was to remove every piece of metal in wood before and after any event. The area had ten halls in total. I was working with one other colleague, his name was Tom, on two out of the ten halls. The other eight halls were being worked on by my co-workers.

When working these halls, it's usually a ten-hour shift from late evening until early morning. So me and my co-workers start to work. We worked a little, took a break, worked a little, and so on. At one point the halls were still full of metal and wood, and we took a pretty long break, and we just lost track of time. When we realized how much time had passed, how much work we still had left, we rushed back in one of the halls. Everything was cleaned up, both halls.

It wasn't me or Tom. The last time we left the halls, they were full with wood and metal. I know for a fact it wasn't a lot. any of my coworkers. And during the night, there are very few people even roaming the area in the first place. The only people even allowed on the premise are Alba, my company. Diaz, a second company, mopping the floors, and doing other type of cleaning after we remove the heavy stuff, and then security.

My co-workers had more than enough to do cleaning their own holes. The Diaz guys don't clean up anything that is big or wood or hard. metal and, well, the security guys don't clean anything at all. The long break that me and Tom took must have been around two hours, estimation. In other words, we left the halls, everything full with metal and wood, returned approximately two hours later, and everything was clean. Any explanation is appreciated. P.S., after we saw what we saw, keep in mind,

we had nothing to do anymore since everything was cleaned. We were in such disbelief that the best explanation we had was that our boss saw the halls, realized we didn't clean anything, and then killed us in rage. And what we're experiencing now is some kind of afterlife. It was obviously meant as a joke, but for a second I wanted to believe that just so I could have any explanation. Something so strange happened tonight. I'm still thinking about it hours later. later, and had to seek out a place to write it down, so hopefully this sub is appropriate.

I'm normally not super into this kind of thing. I'm a very skeptical person, but it was very bizarre. I'm a mom, and I was taking a walk with my two-year-old daughter around the neighborhood as we do most nights. We were walking down the sidewalk, and the first thing we always do is look for the moon. We look up and far left in the sky, and we see it. My daughter points and we comment how it's a baby moon because it's a little crescent. We keep walking and get to the end of the street. Maybe a hundred feet away still facing the same direction. When my daughter looks up to the far right and says,

Another moon, she's recently learned the word another. I said, oh, there's just one moon, baby. But I look up and the moon was there. on the complete opposite side of the sky from where we just saw it. I looked back at the first spot, and no moon. I started thinking, wow, am I just really sleep deprived, or what? My daughter looked back at the first place we saw it too and looked confused. Then she went back and forth, pointing to the first spot saying,

Bye, moon. Then to the new spot saying, hi moon. We both just stood there looking back and forth at the two places like, what in the world? There was definitely a moon right there just a second ago, no way it's over there. I don't know. It was so incredibly weird and it freaked me out. I know we weren't turned around or anything like that.

I'm sitting here still trying to think what could have happened. I remember clearly seeing it over my neighbor's house as their kid was playing bass. basketball in their driveway, and the second time over the creek towards the entrance of our neighborhood. Complete opposite places. Maybe a two to three minutes difference at most? About a month ago, I had a doctor's appointment and planned to go to the grocery store on my way home. The night before that, my husband had used my debit card to fill the car with gas, so I had to grab it out of his wallet. No big deal. I put it in my wallet right away, kissed him goodbye, and hopped in the car.

He saw me take the card and put it in my wallet. He even mentioned that he was going to remind me to do that. When I got to my doctor's office, I took my wallet off of my keychain and dropped it in the center console. I didn't have pockets. And I don't carry a purse, so I just wanted my key. This is my usual routine. not weird, not new, not unique. I get out and lock my car like normal.

The car screams because my husband's key is in the car and you can't do the touch to lock with a key still in the car, so I use my fob and lock it. So I know I locked it. I go in and do my appointment. It's a quick one, like ten minutes. Which was odd, but not anything I even thought twice about at first. It was a follow-up on results,

and just had to be in person. I go out to my car and get in. It was oddly hot, so before I even shut the door, I start the car. As soon as I shut the door, something fell from above me to my lap. It was blue as it passed my face. I assumed it was a little note. My husband likes to leave me little notes that I'll find at random. Maybe it was a post-it note that I hadn't seen on my visor

and my messy buns snagged it enough to knock it down when I got in. No. There in my lap was my debit card. The one that I put in my wallet earlier, and I only have one. I sat there for a moment trying to figure out where it came from. I checked my wallet thinking maybe I grabbed my husband's debit card earlier, but there was no debit card in my wallet. My visor was down from driving earlier, so it wasn't like I weirdly

stuck it there and forgot. I've never stuck anything in the visor of my car anyway, so that would be way off. I know it came from above me because I watched it fall. My wallet was where I had tossed it, and nothing was disturbed in my car, like my glove box wasn't rummaged in like someone had broken in. I hadn't done anything different than normal that day, and I've done the same things multiple times since. Like moving a card from my husband's wallet to mine, disconnecting my keys and wallets, tossing the wallet in the middle, starting the car with the door open, it hasn't happened again. I think about it every time I get in the car now.

How did it get out of my wallet and above me? Why did it do that? Where was it hiding before I got in? And did it just poof into the air and fall into my lap? I really don't like not knowing how it happened. A very small glitch for you. So I went on a little vintage shopping spree from my daughter and had a few packages arrive.

But one I had to have delivered to a local shop due to extortionate shipping fees. Packages were arriving over the course of a few days. I wasn't really keeping track via the app, just opening what arrived. A pack of five cycling shorts I ordered arrived, and I partially opened them up and saw what they were, and put them to one side to take upstairs later. I told my partner about them later to let him know, as my daughter was low on shorts. Later, when I was changing my daughter, I realized I needed the new shorts and went to grab them, but couldn't find them.

Over the next few days, I couldn't find them anywhere, which was really annoying as it was really hot. and my daughter was low on shorts, but I knew they would turn up somewhere. Eventually, I considered that maybe they'd been thrown away as the packaging of the plastic bag made them kind of look like rubbish. Then I realized that the one that got sent to the shop is there waiting to be picked up and is going to be sent back soon if I don't collect it. I see that it's a bundle item of some cute little rompers and the cycling shorts. I think that's weird and wonder if the shorts were sent separately and ended up at mine, but that doesn't make any sense because how would they get my address as the label is pre-made? I go to collect the parcel, which is fortunately still there,

and the romper and the shorts are there together. Either I've hallucinated the whole thing, or in another universe I only bought the shorts and had them sent to my house. Perhaps now in another universe, another me is wondering whether, the hell she opened the parcel. I don't know if this is the most interesting story or even the craziest thing that's happened to me, but it certainly freaked out the people involved for a while. This happened about two years ago around Christmas time.

It was around 10.30 p.m. The girl I was dating at the time lived way out in the country in a small town. We're talking less than 2,000 people. She worked about a 45-minute. minute drive away and didn't drive, so I picked her up when she was off. The road was simple. Although it was twisty and turny with lots of hills, you just followed the road to get there and back, only three turns. I picked her up and we were driving back. At one point, you have to drive through a military base. There's a really large hill that you go up

first, and as we were driving up that hill, I looked to my left, and, and you were driving up that hill, I looked to my left, noticed a house with Christmas lights hung up. My first thought was that it was strange that they had lights up in the base. And then it occurred to me that there were no houses on the base, at least none visible from the road. The house was also very overgrown, to the point that it would be difficult to get in the door with all the trees and vines and tall grass. It was also behind a chain link fence. It was so close to the fence that porch was only a foot or two from touching the fence. The fence was probably about six foot high with no gate.

I pointed it out to my girlfriend and she thought it was weird too. We got to the top of the hill and realized we were nowhere near the base. We ended up on a small back road miles away from the base. Discussed it with some friends when we got back who said that we must have just taken in a wrong turn. The next day, in the daytime, we checked out the route, and it couldn't have happened. We would have had to turn a good five miles early to get to that road, and it didn't have the giant hill that you go up before the base.

I know that I didn't turn early. Like I said, it wasn't a complicated trip. The turn toward the base is very easy to see at night because there's an old building on the corner with an obnoxiously bright blue light. The turn that we would have had to have made to get on that back road has no lights. I also wasn't tired or zoning out. The route was notorious for lots of deers being around who would jump out. The speed limit was low through the base,

and you had to be careful of other drivers as well due to not being able to see over the hill. You had to be alert. So still... not really sure what happened there. There's something else here now. Something new. From, exclusively on Paramount Plus, it's the series Stephen King calls Scary as Hell.

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As I only smoke at the open window in my kitchen, I often spend some time watching the sky. In the past few days, I often had an uncanny feeling and saw something quickly flickering in the corner of my eye, always from the left. I thought I might lose my marbles, or something weird is reflecting in the roof window. The attic window opens in a way that you kind of stand underneath them when they're open. But I stopped giving it much thought afterwards, even though it happened in a couple of nights the past week. But today at around 8.30 p.m., I had a clear view of the sky and was watching the few stars I could see. There is one rather, rather than, and I was a the bright one. I believe it's algal. And then it happened. It jumped. Like, it flickered up and back down.

I clearly saw this star jump. I wasn't drunk, high, or on any substances. Stars do not jump. Never have, nor should they perform such a maneuver. After telling a friend about this, She told me that she saw something similar happening on several fishing overnight trips. Clear sky, perfect weather, and no light pollution. She clearly saw stars moving weird and too fast and suddenly to disappear. So we both have a similar brain problem, or is something going on with the stars? I also have to say that I live relatively close to an airport, but I am used to seeing planes take off and land. I know how they look and what I feel.

saw was not a plane or a drone. The star is still in the sky and it follows its normal route, but just a quick jump, and then everything went back to normal. I also checked if there were Starlink satellites close by or anything like that. They also do not jump, but those weren't anywhere near what I saw. I use an app for skywatching. Normally only on vacation when I'm away from the city, but I'm well versed in using it. This still bothers me. I don't know if I'm losing it or the star is jumping around. Has anybody else seen this happening?

I guess I should start watching the stars more closely from now on. Yesterday, I experienced one of the strangest things. I went to yoga like normal, and when I came home, I freaked out because the front step leading up to our house was clear off. Like huge gaping hole. top step right before our front door. I'm getting married this weekend in a backyard ceremony, so I've been trying to clean and sort everything to the highest degree.

Immediately I thought, oh crap, now we have to replace this huge missing step before the wedding. I ran inside and called out for my fiancé, asking if he noticed the missing step. He was so confused and said, yeah, it's always been missing. We moved into our home three years ago. I've probably passed over that step thousands of times.

I'm a keenly observant and astute person with fantastic memory. I'm 100% positive that step was there before. I was so shocked that I had my fiancé pull up photos of the missing step to prove me wrong. To my surprise, there were such photos with the step missing. My jaw just hit the floor. This coincides with another strange event yesterday where I was looking for candlesticks that I need for our wedding. I'm positive they came in two separate boxes. Then, when I went to pick them out and organize everything, the candlesticks all consolidated into one box.

I literally was looking at the two separate boxes the day before. Same thing happened a couple of weeks ago when I went to my yoga class. I complimented the owner on his new sign right as you walk in. He too was confused and said, What? That's always been there. Leading up to the wedding, I've been doing an incredible amount of energy work,

including meditation, visualization, rituals, self-concept and cleansing. I also had a huge tower moment with my family last week, cutting them off after they crossed hard boundaries for me. something I've never been able to do before. As a result, I changed phone numbers because they decided to kick me off the family plan without warning, which is fine. Still, it's all pointing to some kind of timeline jump. I don't know, the missing step was absolutely crazy to me.

I've also been seeing repeated numbers just constantly. I feel like somehow the energy behind our wedding is rapidly magnetizing new events and timelines. It feels palpable to me right now as a sensitive person. Do these instances seem like a jump? I've never experienced anything like this before in my 30s. My job requires me to travel to hospitals all over the U.S. I always like to check out hospital gift shops for unusual items. I found this crystal prism light catcher in one.

I purchased it and they bagged it up for me. When I arrived home later that day, it wasn't in my purse. I thought, did it fall out in my car? No, not there. Not in my work tote or any of my suitcases. I often request the angels to bring list things back to me, and usually something will show back up within 24 hours. Not this time.

Weeks go by, and the bag with the prism never shows up. I figure I may have thrown it in the trash while her. hurriedly cleaning out my car after that particular trip. So yesterday I went to the chest deep freeze to pull out chicken quarters that I feed my Great Danes every day, and the bag holding the prism was sitting on top of the bag of frozen chicken, smack in the middle and top. I couldn't miss it. Let me explain.

I usually purchase six giant bags of chicken thigh quarters a week for my Great Danes. They have allergies to regular commercial dog food, so this is their daily diet. And when I purchase them, I place them in the chest freezer and then take out one a day to thaw and use to feed them. It's a constant rotation. I'm opening that chest freezer at least four times a week. It's been three weeks since I lost that prism in the gift shop bag. I've opened and dug around and rearranged that chest freezer at least 12 times in the last three weeks. Yet yesterday I opened the freezer and grab a bag of chicken, and the prism in the gift shop bag is sitting right smack on top of the chicken bag I was going to grab.

It's almost as if it was being returned to me and put in a place that I would not miss it. As if this timeline could be any weirder. Last night, my husband and I had the exact same dream. I was the one who posted on here about coming home to a missing step on our front door a couple of weeks ago. We had a blowout wedding at our house. So many incredible and uncanny synchronicities on wedding day and through the honeymoon. For example, we discovered there was an underground hornet's nest right where our altar was supposed to be. As our coordinator team was setting up the altar and chairs,

the hive swarmed and we immediately had to shift gears and move the entire ceremony across the property. It ended up being a much better location all around that I had not thought of. I can only imagine what would have happened if the hive had swarmed during her wedding. Anyway, so last night I had this dream that it was our wedding at an estate at a two-story home. Our vendors were also disorganized and late that we missed the wedding. We had to tell everyone we were going to try again tomorrow. Unfortunately, the same thing happened again, and everyone just had to go home. I didn't think anything of it, as I usually remember all my dreams.

Then, in the kitchen, my now husband, who never remembers his dreams, says, Oh, by the way, I had the strangest dream last night that we missed our wedding. He then goes on to describe how we had a wedding at a two-story estate, and he was trying to get ready, but all the vendors were late and disorganized, and we had. miss the wedding. We then attempted to have another wedding the next day, but the same thing happened. Exactly like I had dreamed. Any takers on how to process all this? I think it definitely points to emerging consciousness or timelines post-wedding. Okay, so me and my two friends were playing Monopoly until like 5.30 in the morning yesterday. We have night schedules, so this is a normal time

for us. Me and my friends, whom we'll call Samantha, were losing to her boyfriend, whom we'll call Tim. Okay? So Tim rolled the dice, moved his piece, and then proceeded to land on a yellow property

to buy it. We did not hand him the yellow property card, he did not pay, as Tim immediately got up to go to the bathroom and said that he would buy the property but needed to be first. He gets up, and while walking,

Walking out, Samantha proceeds to look for the yellow property card so she can give it to him when he comes back. She can't find it. I can't find it either. We both get up. I'm looking under the couch. We're looking everywhere. We lifted the board. We checked everything.

Between the cushions, under the pillows, and we just couldn't find it. And then, just as Tim starts walking back into the room, Samantha looks over and goes, Oh my God, he already has the card. And then he sits down and goes, yeah, you gave me the card before I went to the bathroom. Me and Samantha look at each other and we're like, What?

We didn't give you the card yet. We've been sitting here looking for it. He then gave us the money for the property, as he knew he still needed to pay for it. Samantha and I looked at each other and our eyes widened. We both were like, what the hell just happened? We know. We know for a fact.

We did not give him that card yet. Tim swears up and down that we gave him the card before he went to the bathroom. And Samantha and I swear up and down that we did not give him the card, which we indeed got the money for after he came back, so he wasn't trying to cheat in any way either. I looked at Samantha and said, girl, we just jump timelines because there's no way that this just happened.

What do you guys think? Do you think we could have jumped? Again, being up till five is normal for us, so sleep deprivation was not a factor. For context, I've lived in this old farm town for the last four to five years. A lot of the properties have been in their family since it was a plot of land that they built their house on.

at the start of the town, or soon after, and they still have acres of land. Very old bones here. There's one road to get to my house, and it's on a hill. A hill this family has owned for many generations. I drive by this house nearly every day. If I leave my house, I'm passing this property, and I bring my kids sledding on this hill in the winter.

One day, on my way up the hill to my house, I see this sign at the bottom of their hill. It was an old worn wooden sign that had been carved and painted with Bennett Hill, and has rusty worn stakes holding it into the ground. Looks like it's been there for years. There was a small part of me that was like, huh. But to a bigger part of me, it just made sense. Like, I've seen this sign a trillion times,

and I've always known the name of this family and their hill. hill. But I couldn't shake that, that was new feeling. I sometimes have issues with my memories, so maybe I'm tripping, maybe my ADD. It just felt off and not something I could pin on my existing issues. The next day, on my way down the hill, I make a point to slow down and really check for this sign. It wasn't a small sign. I couldn't miss it driving by. There was nothing but some broken off rusty bent stakes in the ground in the same place I had seen the sign the day before. There was definitely this sign there at one point, but not anymore. And not any time recently.

I mentioned this to everyone in my family. My husband, my older kids. Was there a sign? What's the family's slash Hill's name? Nothing. Not a clue. They've never seen any. sign or family marker of any sort.

Didn't even know the name. It was always just the hill. Their name is, in fact, Bennett. And that hill is called Bennett Hill. I had to confirm this with the longtime resident of the town before I went crazy. I never asked about the sign directly, just the names. I didn't want to come off as crazy. I saw that sign, clear as day.

It was right there. It was worn and everything. This town has some really messed up roots. I'm surprised that the sign is the first trippy thing that's happened. I'm hoping that posting this will slow down how much this has been haunting me. It's been like a year. It's just a sign, but that was the trippiest thing ever. It was there, and then it had been clearly gone for years.

I had something happened recently that has been. driving me nuts. I was helping my folks go through some of my old toys from childhood to determine what to donate and what to keep, and I stumbled upon this T-Rex toy that I was really fond of as a kid. This T-Rex toy is a very specific toy. It's a 1990s Imperial Light-Up T-Rex. This thing is hefty, almost a foot tall of hard plastic that's neon green with a voice box in the chest. That when you push the red button on its chest, it roars. Definitely giving bootleg Godzilla vibes. Now, this toy has its share of wear and tear,

and at one point my childhood dog got a hold of it, some years ago, and chewed the foot off from its leg. Being a favorite toy, my dad put the foot back on by running a screw through the bottom of the foot, up into the leg to keep it in place. Now, I definitely chose to keep this bad boy, and I packed it up and took it home. I'm almost in my mid-30s, and I wasn't about to donate this integral part of my childhood.

So I packed it up into my closet back at my own place, almost an hour away from my parents' place. Now, I had forgotten about the toy in the past few weeks until the event in question. My partner and I were out visiting my folks and decided to take a walk around a park nearby their place. While walking around this park, I spot something in the grass near a T-ball field. I kid you not, it was the T-Rex toy. Not only that, it has the screw up the leg just the same as mine.

My partner thought I was crazy when I tried to explain why I was so freaked out by it. I took it home to compare it with the one that I took home a while back, and it wasn't in the box, despite me distinctly remembering packing it up and taking it home. I asked my folks if there was a chance I may have left it behind originally, and they also remember me packing it up and leaving with it, yet it's not here. And that doesn't explain the park. How did it get there? I guess it's possible that it's a different T-Rex, but it's the same model and same leg repair. It just doesn't make any sense.

Hi, Raven. I've been a listener for quite some time now, and I always fall asleep to your videos. I absolutely love them. I have for such a long time, and I've been thinking about writing down one of my stories, and now I finally did. Around 22 years ago, when me and my friends were, around 15 years old. We were a group of three guys and two gals who used to hang around after school and watch

everything horror related. Frederick, Andrius, Johanna, Cindy, and me, Jonas. One autumn, me and my buddies, yes, the guys in our group, decided to do a little extra for the girls because we wanted to induce the atmosphere for what we would be doing that weekend. So we went to a nearby forest I lived by and propped it up with plenty of Blair Witch figurines, you know, like the iconic one on the cover for the movie. The darkness of the night fell eventually,

and we met up with the girls, Johanna and Cindy. We entered the woods with flashlights in hand. As we reached the first symbol, even us guys started to feel spooked out. The atmosphere gave an authentic killer vibe, and the girls were digging it, although they were scared to their teeth, as intended. Nothing would, however, prepare us for what we would experience that weekend.

The symbols hung from the branches of the trees that led us on a path to an old rundown guesthouse. This was nothing like the old rusting part, since it was probably a fourth or sixth of the size. His mansion appears to be in the movies. The only rooms it contained was the tiny entrance, a small kitchenette, and then the living room slash bedroom. We had prepped the windows and floors of the room. the room with lit candles, and in the middle of the room was the Ouija board, which was the main event for the night. The creaking house, winds whistling out the broken windows, and the tapping of branches on the crooked roof was enough to send shivers down all of our spines. Then the Ouija board

just amplified all that, but I can't say if the movement was due to any of us, or if anything less significant happened the night, other than when we at some point asked it to prove itself to us. Not one, but two distinct rifle shots could be heard in the woods far away. Enough to not feel like an imminent threat to us directly, but you've got to understand that weapons in Sweden are regulated heavily, and there were no fire ranges anywhere near where we lived. And I'm even certain that I had never heard a weapon being fired up to that point. How do I know they were even shots? Just wait, I'll get to that.

We all froze at our spots by the first shot. Shortly after came the second, and that's when we were spooked to our core and decided we were done with games for the night. We closed the session and blew out all the candles, and all went to our homes. The day after, we met up again for the night to play once more. Our nerves had settled from last night's strange occurrence. We were all still quite sure that it was gunshots we heard, but shrugged it off as some thug or something playing with a gun in the woods.

We prepared the same setting as the previous night in the rundown house, with lit candles and just like the night before, nothing in particular seemed to happen, other than just feeling spooky and all around us was a good time for everyone. until we all heard something that made our blood run cold. A devastating, painful, long scream from a man from seemingly the same location as where we heard the gunshots the previous night. This was strange and terrifying for all of us.

For Johanna, it was too much. She lived not that far away from where we were, and she wanted to go home. Me and Frederick followed her home so that she got home safely. Within 30 to 40 minutes, we were on our way back, and that's when the most reaffirming thing happened that made the whole weekend forever stick in my memory. We saw an ambulance on the dark path leading toward the forest, and they seemed lost. One of them cranked down his windshield, and I honestly don't remember if it was us who asked them, or them who asked us, and thus gave us the information.

But nevertheless, they confirmed that a man had a person. apparently been shot in the woods, and they were looking to get to him somehow, or if it was even true. We mentioned that it was so bizarre that we heard the shots fired yesterday, but the sound of someone being wounded today. We couldn't wait to tell Andreas and Cindy when we got back. I think we decided that that was it for us as well tonight. Then, our final night. We had barely just asked a couple of questions to the spirit of the we did. board, when all of the sudden a man stomped inside the hallway and yelled at us asking what the

hell we were doing inside of his property. We screamed our heads off and bolted past him. Yes, it was our only way out from there, and I don't know about the others, but I sure as hell never touched the Ouija board ever again. Thing is, the Ouija was not just fun in games. I think it's a transistor or tool of some sorts. The real issue is dwelling in the occult, the dark, and opening yourself up to evil spirits that you can't control nor fully understand.

So I highly, and I mean it, I very strongly advise anyone curious to stay as far away from that as possible. I've got a few other short ones too, but I'll write them in the near future and leave you all with this for now. Things have recently started multiplying, and it's baffling. Let me start by saying that I have an immune disorder which makes me sensitive to certain things. There's only one certain type of deodorant that I can use. I order it in bundles of six from Amazon.

I had run out and had to buy the spray kind until my order arrived. A friend of mine was with me when I purchased the spray. Fast forward a week, and I had given my grandson one of the deodorants, as it is unisex, and I had taken it out of the package as well, which would have left four. I step out of the shower a couple of nights ago, and my deodorant was gone. I checked both bathrooms, and noticed that my grandsons was gone, too. I searched everywhere except for my garage. I walk into my garage thinking that, all the while, there's no way in the world I would find.

it there, but I was desperate. To my surprise, there was the bundle of deodorant sitting on a shelf, and it had never been opened. All six sticks of deodorant were still tightly sealed in the plastic wrapping. The next day, the other two were found, one in the downstairs bathroom and one in the upstairs bathroom. I now have eight sticks of deodorant. My order history on Amazon still shows that I had purchased a bundle of six.

Yesterday I was taking a medication, and I dropped it, and it went under my coffee table. When I moved the table to pick up the tablet, I found three. Everyone was confused who had witnessed it. I recounted the meds in the bottle, and now there are two extra. It's a once-a-day medication, and is prescribed 30 at a time. My friend and I were sitting on my porch and watched my neighbor across the street get into his car and leave. He honked and waved at us as he drove away. I stepped inside to grab a soda,

and when I went back out, my friend asked if my neighbor had a twin. I said no. He pointed at my neighbor's house, and there he was sweeping off his carport. The car was gone, but my neighbor wasn't. So, a little bit about me. I want to maintain anonymity, so I'll just say that I live in Las Vegas, Nevada.

I don't want to say which casino I was in, and there is a reason for that. This is the second time I had a glitch happen while this particular dealer was dealing. So, for that reason, if that dealer somehow has power that he will not be aware I noticed. I'm holding Jack Queen. The flop is 10-10-9. Because I am open-ended, I'm hopeful to improve to the straight. So the turn comes out, and it's a seven. Great.

We both check. The river is nine. I now have two pairs with a Q high kicker. He table pockets aces for aces and tens, and I table my hand. I've got nothing. I missed, I say, and then flash my JQ. Without missing a beat, one of the players says, you have a straight.

And I'm certain that I missed because, I was watching the cards. I glanced back at the board, and the river is in fact an eight. I enjoy poker, and I know what I saw. That card changed. Nobody seemed to realize. I double-checked my hand before my action and checked on the river in front. I missed.

It changed. Not while I was looking at it, but when I looked back, it had literally changed. Do you think there are people out there with some people? kind of power? Is it coincidence? I wasn't drunk or high. The first time I noticed the same dealer glitch is when two players were all in in a tournament. A player made a straight and everyone saw it and commented on it. But by the river, one of the player's hole cards had shifted a value down destroying the straight. This seems to happen when people's eyes move away from the cards in question. Even the dealer thought that the player had made a straight before double-checking.

In that time, I was influenced by a substance, so I chalked it up to just being high and not seeing the card right. But this time I was completely sober. I did not win the tournament. I did, however, win an unnatural amount of hands in the 30 minutes this dealer was on the table. Have you ever experienced cards changing their value after being dealt face up? I'll get right to it. I never thought I would have a story to share in this. sub, but here we go. Anyone from my area might know of a theme park that's owned by Six Flags.

It's probably the only theme park out in this neck of the woods. A couple of years ago, they added a new ride that's basically just a big vertical arm with free rotating seats on either end. I finally got to ride it around the time it opened. It was really fun. All I was on this ride, it had to make a stop, normal procedure. It's so people can get in the car in the opposite end of the arm. I'm sitting up top, and I look out over the park, enjoying the view from up there. I look over at one of the other rides below. It's been there since I was a kid and probably before that. It's a simple ride, just a tiny car on a predetermined track, little kiddie ride. I remember going on it as a kid and started reminiscing about those days.

Eventually, the ride I'm on continues its cycle and inevitably ends. I get off, and I see a kid skipping and hopping toward the ride, with two people behind him, with one that looked strangely familiar. I turned around in a double take and all three were gone. They didn't disappear around a corner. There hadn't been enough time for them to close the distance from where I walked past them to the ride. They were just gone.

It wasn't until later looking at some old Christmas photos of my dad that had hit me. That's why that one person looked so familiar. If I had to guess who the other person was that I saw with my dad's past self that day, they were probably my uncle. This moment has been stuck in my head since then, and I'm honestly not sure how or why this happened at all. I wanted to add a little extra in here because somebody in the comments said, Ask your dad if he and his brother had ever taken you on that ride when you were a kid.

And original poster did reply. So I called him. He distinctly recalled a time where we were at the park with me as a kid, and he was watching me on that little car ride. When I got off, I took him and my uncle over to an area where I had supposedly saw a ride that I had never seen before. He said that the ride didn't even exist and was super confused about me being confused when I turned the corner and saw the ride wasn't there. The scary part is that he said that I saw a man with a beard just to get off the supposed ride

and go toward the gift shop across from the exit. So I led him and my uncle there, and of course there was no bearded man. He had assumed that I made up some wild story just to go into the gift shop. For context, I do have a beard currently, as well as at the time of the incident, and I had plans to go into that very gift shop after getting off the ride the day I saw my past self. I only stopped momentarily when I saw my kid's self skip past me. Thank you for giving me the idea to ask my dad about this. So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories.

on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. If you did, and would like to listen to more of this, you can always check out the other episodes of the podcast, or support the channel further by actually going to my YouTube channel and checking out my videos. Just go to YouTube and search As the Raven Dreams. You can also go to Astherraven Dreams.com or lots of other good stuff. Ways to get early access, read stories at the Raven Dreams.

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.