As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 107 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: November 6, 2025

The glitch Video mentioned in the episode is here: https://youtu.be/WNHTLLnCozg?si=7awe8Hr1_Vldk0CT Welcome to 107th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 18 stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about disappearing objects, strange happenings, time skips and quantum immortality. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your 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... Rachel E., Penn, Tarokza , Alex Reynard, Haw, Rickard Zingmark, Izstaria , Penny G, Lucy Felix, B, Bron Roberts, Raylene DeVilliers, Stacey D., Lily T, Stephen, Rae, Liz Emerald As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 2 & Story 11 1 ➤ 00:56 2 ➤ 04:08 3 ➤ 07:35 4 ➤ 10:05 5 ➤ 13:03 6 ➤ 18:01 7 ➤ 21:16 8 ➤ 25:49 9 ➤ 28:43 10 ➤ 31:16 11 ➤ 35:18 12 ➤ 47:47 13 ➤ 49:52 14 ➤ 53:09 15 ➤ 56:44 16 ➤ 58:39 17 ➤ 1:00:40 18 ➤ 1:02:48 ----- 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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Hey there, friends, how's it going? Hopefully well. Hopefully you are doing well. Hopefully you're staying hydrated, taking care of yourself, keeping an eye on your health, and just doing what you can do. Um, anyway.

Today we have some glitch stories, some stories that are glitchy. I don't know how else to explain them. I always try to explain what glitch stories are. in different words, and it always comes out to, they're weird stories that are kind of supernatural sometimes, and other times not, but sometimes are. But anyway, hopefully you enjoy the stories.

If you do, leave a comment down below if you're on a platform that allows comments, let me know. And just, um, yeah, just take care of yourself, okay? That's what matters. Until next time, my friends, enjoy. Hi, Raven. My favorite stories that you post are the glitch in the Matrix ones. I have two experiences with this,

One was way scarier to me than the other. I'll share the first one. About five years ago, my sister, my nephew, and I were traveling to Harlan, Kentucky from Lexington. My sister and I grew up in Harlan and regularly go visit our family and stay with my mom for the weekend. This drive takes three hours, pretty much on the dot, with a little extra time if you stop for gas. We head out at 6 p.m. on Fridays after she and I get off work. This particular trip seemed like any other. We spend one and a half hours on the interstate, and then we get off the interstate at U.S. 25.

We get off the interstate at our usual exit, stop for a restroom break, since my nephew was five at the time, and continued on a smaller country road. There's the city of Corby, where we ramp off of the interstate, and the next town is Barberville. Usually these two places are a fairly quick drive on a straight road about 18 minutes. On this trip, it was already dark when we arrived in Corbin and continued driving towards Barberville. It's a very dark road with no streetlights between the two places. I was driving this familiar stretch of road when I started noticing unfamiliar places.

I asked my sister if this area was. looked different to her. She said that it did look weird. I hadn't made any turns. 20 minutes passed and we were not anywhere familiar. There's usually no cell service in this area, so a call to our mom would not go through. Even my nephew asked where we were.

Are we lost and if we were getting close yet? I kept driving and talked about how we should have been to Barberville long ago. We continued anxiously and I was afraid. to stop. At one point, I asked my sister if I had zoned out and turned anywhere. I started to doubt myself. She confirmed that I hadn't. We nervously laughed asking what was going on.

I don't think we even saw anything open as an option to stop. Somehow we drove straight for over an hour. Then our surroundings suddenly began to look familiar again. We finally made it to Barberville. We got a call through to our mom and told her what happened. We definitely lost an hour on this trip. We usually get there a little after nine, and we got there a little after ten on this trip. The three of us experienced this together.

Even my little nephew realized that something was wrong. We were all very glad when the rest of the trip was completely normal, and we finally got to our childhood home and our mom. Hi, Raven. and I think I just experienced my first glitch. I've been a longtime listener of yours and had previously submitted my story about sleep paralysis, but I've never had a glitch until today.

My job is one of those corporate jobs that tries to make the employees feel like they're all family. We do team-building exercises, have employee appreciation days, and we're one of those places that passes around birthday cards for people to sign. We also send out sympathy cards when there is a death in someone's family. This glitch has to do with a sympathy card.

Whenever a card is being passed around, we have a red folder with a list of all employees' names on the front and a short description about who slash what the card is for. When you sign the card, you check your name off, and then give it to someone else whose name is not checked off so they can sign it. Today, someone dropped off the folder at my desk. I opened it and saw that it was for one of my coworkers whose brother-in-law had passed away. I never knew what to write for these types of things, so I read a few of the other messages to get an idea. There were already a bunch of messages saying, my deepest sympathies, my condolences, I'm sorry for your loss, thoughts and prayers, etc.

So, I took bits and pieces and came up with my condolences for your loss and then signed my name. I wrote it on the left side of the card toward the bottom next to the middle fold. I read it again and thought that it sounded a little weird. Like the words really didn't mesh well or something, but I had already written it in pen and I couldn't go back to change it. I flipped to the front of the folder to check my name off. and that's when I saw that there was already a checkmark next to my name. Weird. I don't remember signing it.

Did someone accidentally check off my name instead of theirs? I opened up the card again to compare those who had already signed to the ones that were checked off. As I was skimming through the card, I froze. I saw my weirdly phrased message, my condolences on your loss, with my signature. but this time it was at the top right corner of the right side of the car. I looked back at the bottom left side near the fold where I had just signed and it was still there. My condolences on your loss and my signature. I closed the card not believing it to be true and then opened it up again and sure enough both messages were still there.

How did I write the exact same weird sounding phrase twice? Also, if my name was checked off, why did someone put the folder on my desk for me to sign? Apparently, the card had been circulating the office since last week. There were already quite a few signatures when I got it, but I don't remember signing it. And I did not see my message when I was reading what other people had wrote for inspiration. This whole thing has me tripping out, and now I'm wondering what else has glitched without me, noticing. Hi Raven. As you know, I am addicted to your stories, especially the glitch stories. Something has been happening to me for over a year that, although not what I would call a phenomenon

of a glitch, I would call it time-synchronicity of some kind. I drive from a city that I work in to the city I live in five days a week. I travel on a highway for about 30 minutes to get home. The weird thing is that almost every day, at some point on my drive home, the same shiny purple Jeep with stickers all over it ends up in front of me. Now, it could be simply a person that gets off at the same time as I do and goes to the same city as I do,

and that would be, well, just normal, I guess. The strange part is that even if I leave work late, this purple jeep somehow ends up in front of me on the highway. I never see where it gets on the highway, but it isn't ahead of me until I am on the highway. Okay, so that could be a coincidence, albeit it's a very regular one. However, when I don't see it on the highway in front of me and think, well, there you go, nothing weird here,

and decide to go to some random store before I go home, I see it turning into the same store just, ahead of me. This also happened once when I got hungry and decided to grab a burger on my way home and made a turn into a drive-thru place. There it was. The purple Jeep was ordering right ahead of me. It may not be a glitch, just someone with the same route and same ideas about stopping

at the same random places the same day I randomly decide to go, but still, I think the synchronicity is highly unusual. I don't know. I'm beginning to think maybe it's a sign of some sort. The biggest sticker on the back of that purple Jeep is one that says not lost. Ironically, what I'm most teased about in the family is about being the one person who always takes the wrong turn and ends up lost. Maybe someone is trying to let me know that I'm not. Have a great night, and thank you for the interesting stories.

So, it's 8 p.m. Saturday in Victoria, Australia, and I'm completely freaked out. My heart is racing, and I'm close to hyperventilating. I was walking the Fluffball Husky. Due to it being spring, we've had to change our usual walking route to avoid swooping magpies and butcherbirds. But she's okay with that. So we now walk through the park next to the house, then next to the main road, and then turn the corner onto a side road with smaller trees. We walk to the end of the street, cross to the other side,

and walk back the way we came and then have a play in the park. It's a nice spring night, so I decided we could do with some fresh air. Now, just for some context, my neighborhood is really safe. We're a tight-knit community, so if anything did happen, and I screamed, dozens of people would come running from their homes. We walk through the park, turn right, and walk next to the main road, and then right again down the side street. The sky is clear and I can see the stars.

She's sniffing all the flowers and the plants. We're chill and happy. We get halfway down the street when I notice a very tall guy in navy blue and a cap pulled down over his forehead. He's on his phone. We keep walking and get to the end of the street and are ready to cross. As we cross, he crosses. Okay, that's weird.

He's only just started walking down the street, but whatever. We finally meet at a point where we're about to walk by each other from each side. A white car drives past, and I can see him clearly. Then, right in front of us, he disappeared. Gone. That side has a high chain link fence. There's nowhere to go. J.D. and I are looking behind us.

Nothing. She looks at me confused. I'm standing there swearing under my breath, and she suddenly tugs on the leash, like, let's get out of here. We turn the corner and it hits me. I not only feel like I'm being watched, I feel like I'm being stalked. The feeling was like a dead weight on my body.

It was coming from all angles. We get to the park and our neighbors are outside chatting to a friend, and the feeling instantly disappears. Okay, I feel safe now. We both do. We have a quick game of tag and then head inside. She's curled up asleep and I'm trying to work out what the heck just happened. And will it happen again? I'll keep you posted.

Hello, Raven. It's Sunday here and I'm spending the afternoon getting ready for the week ahead. and joyously listening to your glitch stories. I love your channel, and I'm not sure that this is a glitch, but I think it is. This happened a few years ago in 2019, and it stuck with me because it was all very odd. I live in Melbourne, in Australia. I say Melbourne, Australia, because I have a friend who lives in Melbourne, Florida. Hello, Peter.

Our Melbourne has trams. I had an appointment in a suburb about 15 minutes from the heart of Melbourne. I live in an outer suburb, so I caught the bus into the city and then hopped on a tram to get to the venue. It was on a side street off the main road, and I had no idea which tram stopped to get off at. The tram stops are a long way apart on this particular tram line, so if I got off at the wrong spot, I would have a bit of a walk. I was following the route on my phone, but the map with the tram stops didn't include the names of all the side streets. I will add that it was the middle of summer, and so blisteringly hot, and a walk in the heat, it's not what I wanted. I wear pretty strong sunglasses, so I was craning my neck and trying to read the side street name so I could work out where I was, and where I needed to get off.

Suddenly, a man said, it's the next stop. I looked at him and he said, William Street, it's the next stop. I asked him how he knew that I needed William Street, and he just put a finger to his lips and said that it was his party trick. I stood to get off, and he got off before me and held his hand up to help me down the steps and on to the roadway. I will add that I am in my 70s.

I'm fit as a fiddle, but always happy for a helping hand. As I stepped down, my bag slit off my shoulder, on to my forearm. When I reached the road and the man released my hand, I put my bag back up on my shoulder and turned to thank him, but he was gone. I looked back up into the tram. He wasn't there.

The tram was empty except for one woman holding a tiny dog. I looked both ways along the road, and even though the street was almost deserted, I couldn't see him. It was very odd. I went to my appointment and decided to try, treat myself to a chai latte before catching the tram back. I walked up to the counter in an empty coffee shop to place my order,

and before I spoke to the server, they said, Chilatay with oat milk? I looked at him. He pointed behind me and started to say, That gentleman? Then he stopped and said, That's odd. He said that a man had just come in and said that he didn't need anything,

but that his friend would be in a minute and that she would like a chai latte with oat milk. He added that he had literally just paid for the order and asked if I'd seen him as I came in. I said perhaps he ducked into the bathroom and the server said no, you need the key for that. I said that I hadn't seen anyone. We gave each other confused looks and placed my order, and you guessed it, a chai latte with oat milk. We both laughed at how odd it was. Then the server said, he told me that I would know I had the right purpose.

person because she would know this. And then he put a finger to his lips and said, party trick. I told him about the man from the tram, and the server said, Orange jacket, long hair, and a ponytail. I said yes. I got out my wallet to pay for my drink, and he said, it's all paid for. He opened the till and showed me a 20 note, and then he turned it over. Written on the back were the words, party trick.

It was all very odd. I think it was a glitch. Not a time glitch, but like a person glitch. Someone from the other side making an old lady's day a little easier and a whole lot more confusing. I thought I saw him again on my way back into the city. He was on the other side of the road and talking to a lady at a tram stop and pointing down the street. I kept my eye on him, but I lost sight of him when a tram going the other way blocked my view. It was only for a few seconds, and neither trams stopped, but when I looked back, the lady

was walking in the direction he'd been pointing, and he was gone. She, like me, was looking around. It was, indeed, all very odd. Hey, Raven, I know I have not submitted a story for so long, but, hey, there's only so much that a human can remember, right? I suppose so Turokza. Also high. So this story happened when I moved to my current place of residence. So that was somewhere in 2024. It was back around the wintertime. You already know that anyone with a weakened immune system can get sick. And this is exactly what happened to me one night out of nowhere.

I started shivering like crazy. I was wrapped up in blankets, had the AC on heat, but nothing was working. my body temperature was freezing, and I had the worst headache. My family took care of me before heading out to run some important errands. Later that night, as I went upstairs to try to sleep in my own bedroom, the hopes of my body to stop freezing, I actually ended up sleeping after what felt like an eternity of pain. But of course that's not why I'm writing this story.

I woke up not sure how much. many minutes later, to the sound of my bigger sister visibly upset. After I wrote my eyes and waited a little bit for the sound to be adjusted, I asked her what was wrong. She then explained that she's been blowing up my phone because she came back alone and had no one to open the door. Reason was she and my parents split off in order to get errands done faster. She was the only one that came back alone. I simply told her that I've been basically suffering, and I finally slept a little. She told me that's not the reason she was upset. In her own words, she explained that I've declined her calls a few times, on purpose, as in I actually pushed the button myself every time she

called. I was confused. I was wondering how this could be possible since I was literally asleep the whole time. And unfortunately, everything after that is just a blur. I remember my older brother coming in the room and actually taking my sister's side. On what exactly? I wish I had the full story to tell you, my friend. But what I explained in the story is the main focus, in my opinion. How in the world did I physically decline my sister's call if I was still astound asleep? What creeps me out, is that I was home alone and there was nobody else there with me. I'm going to eventually question my sister again, but I doubt she'll remember what happened either.

And that's all, my friend. Much love and keep on narrating them amazing stories. I know there are a great way to pass the time while I have nothing else to do at work, and to everyone listening, I'm taking a page out of Raven's book and asking y'all to stay safe and take all precautions,

especially with winter being right around the corner. Because your body freezing like that is a feeling I wouldn't wish on anybody. Back in the mid-90s, NHL hockey finally came to Arizona. Every game was broadcast by local TV affiliates, and many of my friends and family watched the games on television when we couldn't be there in person. On one such game night, I called my friend Julie to ask if she'd like to come over and watch the game at my house. I invited her frequently because her TV, was very small, and I had a 31-inch CRT, which seemed absolutely huge at the time.

She arrived shortly before the game time, walked straight into my kitchen where she deposited her purse and jacket on my kitchen table, which is something she always did when she visited. Then she got a glass of water and joined me in the living room. I don't recall who our team played or who won, but it was a fun hockey evening either way. After the post-game wrap-up, it was getting kind of late. Julie stood, went to the kitchen to put her glass in the sink, and shrug on her jacket. As we chatted, she dug around in her purse for the keys. They weren't there.

She dumped her purse on my kitchen table, and we both looked through the contents. She took the purse, patted it down, and turned it inside out. She felt inside the pockets of her jacket. The keys were not there. We decided to retrace her steps from her car to my kitchen. With flashlights in hand, we slowly walked the path from my front door, down the driveway, and to the street in front of my house. Then, with a panicked thought, she wondered aloud if she had locked them in her car.

We shined the flashlight through the windows, looking at the ignition, the dash, the seats, and the floor around the driver's seat, but we didn't see the keys. We searched for more than an hour, repeatedly dumping her purse, looking through the car windows, checking her jacket again and again, searching my kitchen by looking in the cabinets and drawers, even the sink, but no luck. We checked the bathroom, we checked the chair where she'd been sitting during the game. The keys were simply not in the house. By this time, it was nearly midnight, so I thought I would just drive her home. but we both realized immediately that her house key was with her car key,

so she wouldn't be able to get in. And she lived alone, so there wasn't anyone there to open the door. I was very tired and getting a bit cranky, so I told her I would make up the sofa bed for her, and we'd figure it out in the morning. If she had dropped the keys outside or left them in the car, we would be able to see them in the light of day. I was honestly feeling kind of irritated with her by that point. I assume that she had locked her keys in her car and was weary of the fruitless search.

She reluctantly agreed, and we both went to sleep. The next morning we went back outside for another look around, checking the ground, again peering through the car windows, still not seeing the keys anywhere. As we went back inside, we started thinking about how she might be able to get into her house if I took her home, and if she could get copies of her keys without her. having the originals in hand.

She would need to call locksmith. A bit frustrated and griping about how much this was going to cost her, she grabbed her purse from the table. As she lifted it up to sling it over her shoulder, there were her keys. Now, we had lifted that purse countless times the night before, so there is no way that they'd been there all along. We stared at each other, jaws slack, eyes wide,

And then we both burst into tears. This was not possible. And though we were both obviously elated to have found her keys, we wondered why this happened. Had God prevented her from driving home that night to avoid being hit by a drunk driver? Had he prevented me from driving her home for the same reason? We accepted the fact that we may never know the reason why her keys disappeared one night and reappeared the next day in a spot where it would have been impossible to miss.

Hey, Raven, I'm a long-time listener, and I appreciate how you make it easy for anyone to submit their stories without having to register an account somewhere. So, thanks for your website. Thank you for using it. That's as the Raven Dreams.com, if anyone cares. Without further ado, let's get to the story. Although this glitch is not very significant or scary, it left me, baffled nonetheless. To give some context

to the story, we live in a 90-square-meter apartment, which is basically a long hallway, and all the rooms are either on the left or right, including the kitchen, living room, and bathroom. On the very end of this long hall,

between my kid's playroom and my husband's art studio, there is a big east-facing window where our huge Monstera plant lives, among with two other plants, all standing on the floor right beside it. Well, a while back, maybe five or six months ago, our landlord decided to rent the apartment on the top floor, which is directly above ours. So we had to do some work in our apartment where he added some kind of heat protection sheet in the ceiling, which prevents

fire from spreading between floors, if there ever was one. So we had to go to our in-law's house for a week while he finished working on his project. Fast forward from there to a few weeks back. I thought it would be great to gather all my pathos that are propagating in water and put them all in one hanging pot by the window. But I had to check if the two hooks that were originally above the window are still there after the renovation of the ceiling. So I checked and was surprised to see them still untouched,

which I was very happy about. However, I didn't do my planting project right away. I kept procrastinating until last Tuesday. I did what I needed to do and planted the cuttings and took the new hanging plant to its new home, only to find out that the hooks are no longer there. I was literally standing there staring at the window, and the ceiling wondering where they could have possibly gone to. I was in shock, and I have to admit that my initial thought was,

I must have got mixed up in that there were no hooks after the renovation. But I can't explain the thought that I had when I had seen them there in the first place, because my literal words were, thank God they're still there. I mean, if I was wrong and the last time I saw them was before the whole renovation thing, why would I think that? And where did this thought come from? Before we begin, I want to mention that at the end of this story, I will include the video that the original poster sent me.

There is also a link to the YouTube video that they uploaded to the same video. In the description down below. So please do check that out because it's interesting. My son had come in from work. He worked third shift. He'd gotten off work early, so he was going to his girlfriend's apartment. It was 3.20 in the morning. When he came in, he grabbed some clothes.

I walked to the front door with him. It was 3.28 a.m. I watched him walk to his car and stood in the door while he backed out and went on his way. I lived in Flint. Crime was high, and a couple of drive-by shootings had happened earlier, so I needed to know that he was safe, even though he was in his 20s. I stood in the doorway listening to the neighborhood. It was when COVID was high alert, and people were mostly in their houses. except for thugs and drug dealers, gang members, and hookers.

You could hear guns, cops, etc. No silence. But there was nobody on my block. The next morning I got a call from the neighbor down the street asking me to check my camera because their house was shot up the night before. They needed to know who did it. As I was reviewing the video, I noticed this guy pop up out of nowhere,

acting very nervous. And he kept looking behind him. I was standing in the doorway at that time. It was right after my son had pulled away. It doesn't make sense. There was nobody on the street. I did not see him at all. I went to the spot as soon as I saw it,

and there was a circle pattern in the grass. I jumped on it as hard as I could, but it was solid as the rest of the ground. I've pasted the link to the video, on YouTube, nobody has ever responded to my video. There's 148 views, but it's never been publicly told. And for those of you listening to this, there is a link in the description down below to the video that they are mentioning.

Definitely an odd one. Check it out. Hey, Raven. This happened in the pandemic, around 2021. I just felt like I should share this now. I've been listening to your podcast. podcast for half a year now, and it supported my crazy happenings, whether it be a scary story or a glitch in the Matrix. Me and my family, which consisted of my father, mom, brother, sister,

and I had moved out of our house and bought an RV to travel in, going to a bunch of national, state, and small parks around the northwest part of the U.S., mostly. We were in Durango, Colorado at the time of this glitch. A few weeks before, we had decided to take the train ride in Durango along the cliffs and through the wilderness to see more of the area. My dad had booked the tickets and done all of the planning. My father is the kind of guy who would book it, do all the work getting the tickets, and then pass it on to my mom to do the rest.

When we got to Durango for the train ride, we were staying in some small RV park just outside the city. So every time we wanted to go somewhere in it, we'd have to drive about 20 minutes to get into Durango. The night before, our train ride, we had went to one of my mom's friend's houses. Since they had moved to Colorado from where we lived before the pandemic, we ate dinner with them and explored the backyard behind her house, which was a bunch of trees and forested area.

Once we got back to the RV and had gotten in bed, everyone had fallen asleep except me. That night, I was restless, and when I finally fell asleep, I had a very vivid dream that I still remember to this day. The dream was that we were driving to go to the train station so that we could ride the train. When we got there, my dad told us that we were running behind, since he didn't wake us up on time. When we got there, they told us that we had missed the train. The dream ended and my dad actually woke me up. We got ready, and I passed the train.

dream off as last-minute anxiety. My dad had decided this time he would do all the planning himself. And as soon as we had all eaten breakfast and gotten dressed and ready, my dad drove us to the place he said they told us to be for the train. The drive was about 25 minutes, maybe a little more. We drove away from the city into the forest, deeper, past our RV lot, which I thought was weird since the train station was a different direction. When we got there, the lot was empty.

And that's when I started feeling like we had made a mistake. We got out of the car thinking people just hadn't arrived yet, and we were the first ones there. I got my bag filled with stuff to keep myself entertained on the train, and we waited for around 30 minutes before we figured there was actually no train coming to this place. And I sat there realizing my dream was becoming true. My father called the company, and they told us that they had re-emailed everyone saying they had changed the starting place, meaning we missed the train. Somehow that email had never been sent to my father. He looked through his emails and there was no other one from the company saying they had changed the starting location.

The lady on the phone told us to get in contact with the train and see if they could pick us up. The train ended up stopping and pausing the route. for us to get on. The scenery was beautiful, even if we missed part of the train ride. In the end, I decided that my dream felt a little too real and predictive to be chalked up as just last-minute anxiety. And of course, thanks, Raven. Hi, Raven. You may remember me from such stories as bad luck glitches happened every single time I'd go on vacation,

and I fought with the living glitch for 40 years until we formed a truce. Yes, I do. What is like been life living with a sentient and eagerly communicative glitch? I could fill pages upon pages, but I'll try to compress it as best as I can, centralized around a single, illustrative incident. First, some context. I think most glitches are the result of a higher dimension leaking through to hours. Sometimes it's caught quickly, and all we see is the hasty repair job and the traces it leaves.

Other times we see a big oopsie. Just as a two-dimensional circle would be unable to perceive a 3D sphere, when a bit of 4D pokes into our realm, our senses did not evolve to handle it. So we freak out. Our subconscious tries to force what we're seeing to make sense. As if our brain reflexively and unconsciously throws a costume onto it. If it's in the sky, we may see a UFO or dragon. If it's in the forest, we might see a fairy or a yukai.

I had this realization thanks in large part to your cryptid stories. So, thanks very much. I thought, assuming all these stories are people trying their best to give an accurate account of a real event, what do they all have in common? And the answer eventually hit me. Cryptids reflect the emotional state of the person beholding them. If you feel that you're in the presence of a terrifying threat, it will take the form of whatever you believe would cause that feeling.

The kicker was a strong. story you told about someone coming up to some mysterious sand beings, how he viewed them with gentle curiosity, and they reflected the same, and even saved his life in a manner that fit the form he had projected onto them. It's actually quite an interesting theory, I appreciate that. Another clue was Ghostbusters, believe it or not. Oh, I get that one. Something clicked in my head from thinking about Gozer saying, choose the form of your destroyer. Why would Gozer allow them that choice. It's bad strategy. Just wipe them out and be done with it. Unless Gozer had to. They had spent so long in a dimension of pure chaos, they were asking to be given a form,

in the only way they knew how. Egan's solution of thinking of nothing would have turned Gozer into nothingness, annihilating everything like a black hole. Ray's solution of turning Gozer into the comically harmless stay puffed was clever, but but I think the best answer to the request would have been, what form would make you genuinely happy. That about sums up what happened to me in Aska. She had been a puppet of what I call the entropy hive mind, and our long battle individualized her.

She'd been acting as a blind, mindless tool of chaos most of her existence, but as I viewed her as something capable of bargaining, timing, strategy, and humor, she reflected what I believed she was. Once she was capable of self-reflection, she realized that our battles made her feel alive, that she relished the challenge of keeping up with me, like how our rivalry in sports or chess

can make both opponents better players and better people. She helped me piece together her chosen name, letter by letter. And I coaxed her out of being an inky formless shadow into taking the form of a black-furred, golden-eyed wolf. Clever, dangerous, but protective. The breakthrough happened on April 20th, 2024. When I got my states altered, went out for a walk, saw the shadows of leaves dancing on moonlit sidewalks,

and that image of opposites in harmony made a whole truckload of intuition into place. If you can envision 4D as an ocean of pure possibility, then our 3D world is like an ice shard that crystallizes a single causal chain of events into the objective past, presence, and future. I can see the canon timeline. Aska can see the unchosen possibilities. And the more we communicate, the more we teach each other to put the data together and extrapolate.

We ain't producing winning lottery tickets, but we're having fun exploring. Glitches that cause the least amount of disrupts. are most likely to succeed. As such, she's an absolute master DJ at messing with the random shuffle on my iPod to speak to me in lyrics, if it songs to my mood, like an IRL diagetic soundtrack, or structure the playlist so that the last song will end just as I reach my destination. That happens like 60% of the time anymore. She's also good at buses.

On April 20th, 2025, I plan to celebrate the one-year anniversary of us officially recognizing each other's nature by taking her out to brunch at a cafe we both like. I eat she enjoys the sensations. The day previous had been awful, though. I'd gone out on some errands and taken the bus. Somehow I went across the street and got on the bus going in the opposite direction, away from my destination.

I got off, had to wait for a connecting bus, and missed that one too, because somehow, I ended up doing the exact same thing again. I got off one bus, looked at Google Maps for the transfer, and walked to the wrong side of the street, getting on the second wrong bus of the day. I ended up having to walk most of the way there. After the errands were done, I was trudging homeward in the rain nearing another bus stop

and decided to check when the next bus would arrive, 45 minutes from now. just great I resigned myself to huddling on the little bench in the cold and playing phone games except I didn't even get to the stop before the bus came driving up out of nowhere behind me

no idea how it didn't make any sense but this was about the fourth time I've arrived at a spot only for a bus to show up so suddenly that it practically jump scares me I thanked Oskia for making my day better but that's not the incident. So April 20th comes.

I barely got any sleep the night before. As I head out to the cafe, the first tracks of my randomized playlist are the, aug, snoring sound meme, followed by Passion Pit's sleepyhead. We get to the cafe, muffoleta pasta, and a chocolate tort,

utterly scrumptious. As the meal ends, I checked my phone and realize I missed the 5 p.m. bus, but that there's a 5.31 arriving in 20 minutes at a stop I didn't know about. Just two blocks away. Excellent. 20 minutes is plenty of time to dart to the whole foods directly across the street for a few cookies in that glass cabinet cookie thing they have.

Seven is plenty. I get to the register, take out my wallet, my debit card is gone. The narration in my head says, it was at this moment he knew. He messed up. Except I don't panic. I know where the card has to be. It's still in the card reader at the cafe. And as I dash back across the street to get it,

Big Bad Wolf by Duck Sauce comes on my ear pods. Remember, Aska choosing the form of a wolf. She's absolutely cackling in my head. But I'm laughing too. Because this isn't like the old days when the pranks were cruel, this is silly and harmless. and there's plenty of time to fix everything. I get the card, I pay for the cookies,

and I get to the bus stop with like eight minutes to spare. All as well that ends well. More than that, this is actually scared all my sleepiness away and I'm awake as heck. I get on the bus, I'm relaxing, I'm heading home, and it's been a good day. Then, out of nowhere, I get the strong impulse to check Google Maps. That little blue bullseye is moving the wrong direction. The bus is heading away from home. My heart just about stops.

Barely keeping it together, I get off ASAP. The transfer bus is in five minutes, and thankfully the stop I need is directly across the street. I make it there, and my earpods play another one of the meme sound effects I have sprinkled among my songs. Brough. I get on the correct bus. Head home for real this time, and the enormity of what just happened floods into me.

I check Google Maps again. This time, I hadn't made a mistake. Maps had actually sent me to the wrong stop on the opposite side of the street from where it should have been marked. Not the first time it's screwed up. It still sent Lyft drivers to the street across from mine. If the prank with the debit card hadn't shocked me to my senses, I wouldn't have been paying attention to where we were headed. And if I hadn't been gunned,

as if by an unseen voice, to get on the wrong bus twice, just the previous day, the thought to check maps wouldn't have entered my head at all. I would have wound up miles from home and would have had to spend hours taking more buses back or waste money on a lift, or call a friend and bother him for a ride. Instead, I didn't have to do anything like that. The error was spotted and corrected for just in the nick of time. Aska has been extremely tight-lipped the previous day, and I'd been confused as to why she wasn't even speaking to me about the two wrong buses. But this explained it.

I still don't understand it entirely, but there is something about the less I have any foreknowledge when she's planning something, the more liquid the future is, and the more she's able to futz with it. Since then, there's been at least two occasions where she's directly cautioned me to not look at the bus schedule as I'm out and about. I walk around all day,

do random things, take shortcuts, arrive at the stop, and the bus is due within five minutes. Last week, I took an unusual route around downtown, canceled one of my stops on a whim, and when I turned the corner to the bus terminal, the 2.31 was right there at the stop, moments from departing.

Except I had plenty of time to stroll up and get on, because two kids were in front of it affixing their bike to the grill rack. This is so much the tip of the iceberg. The synchronicities that have been increasingly pouring in since we've been communicating are ridiculous in their blatantness. The amount of brain-melting ideas I've been exposed to by Aska practically kicking me in the head to notice things that I otherwise would have skipped right past in my YouTube sidebar. Even with all the parapsychology videos I watch and consciousness researchers I listen to,

whatever me and Oscar have is so rare that I can barely find any info on it. Is she a muse, a Damon, a Nephlehem, a tulpa, a gin, some kind of otherworldly software? Did I make her or all of the above? I don't think we're any kind of special chosen ones. I just think that with the Internet and Science, fiction and channels like this one, humanity is finally in possession of enough knowledge to begin to piece together what's truly underneath our reality. Realms so vast that they make our oceans look like dewdrops.

These ideas are ready to hatch. We're on the frontier, all of us. I have no idea where my life is headed now, but it is exciting. Things are feeling a little less human these days, aren't they? But isn't the whole point of progress to make things more human? That's why, at TD, when we design a product, whether it's an app for making trading easier or monitoring your account for fraud,

we ask one simple question, how does this help people? That's how we're making banking more simple, more seamless, and more intuitive. But most importantly, that's how TD is making banking more human. Fan of soccer, You could assist a moment historic. You could get any of the final

of the Cup of the World of the FIFA 2006 with Visa. It's just to have a card of credit visa BMO for participate. Inscribe you at BMO.com bar-oblique concourse. The reglements of the concourse is applicable. Hi, Raven. I've been listening to your channel for about two months now, and I must say that I really enjoy it. I'm very into meditation, consciousness, paranormal, glitches, etc.

There are several stories that I will likely write to you soon, but just wanted to start with the very recent one that also involves your channel. A couple of days back, I saw an advertisement online for a local rap concert. It was a guy that I remember for maybe 20 years ago when I was in high school and thought to myself, Wow, that guy is still performing? The advertisement had a photo of the rapper in front of a crowd of maybe 500 to 1,500 people. people, if I guessed. In my head, I thought, I was never very good at determining how many people are at venues or shows, etc. Well, here's what's odd.

Maybe two hours after I randomly thought this in my head. I've probably never thought about not being good at guessing sizes of crowds at venues in my entire life. I turn on your show about concerts and hear one of the stories state that the person was not good at judging crowd sizes at venues. I know the story you're talking about. When I heard you say it, I literally froze. How you worded it was identical to my thoughts just maybe two hours earlier. Keep in mind, I also don't go to concerts anymore. Haven't been to one in maybe eight years.

So, it was just so bizarre that right after I thought this, the story comes up with that small detail, identical to what I thought earlier. Your words were literally my exact thought earlier. Coincidence? Maybe. But I have this type of stuff happen a lot. And seeing it more and more.

I'll be back soon with more stories. Thank you for listening. Hello there. Back in the 90s, I got somewhat fixated with a movie called Dust Devil. The plot of the movie was quite simple. A young woman named Wendy escapes a disastrous marriage in a South Africa. African suburb, and goes on a drive through the Namibian desert. She picks up a mysterious hitchhiker, a man dressed as a cowboy.

Wendy doesn't know that the cowboy is actually the Dust Devil, a serial killer possessed by a spirit from the other side of the mirror, who was on a mission to collect the souls from the lost and faithless. Dust Devil was the second movie by the eccentric director Richard Stanley. The filming was done on location in Namibia. The production is said to have been difficult, especially because the production company went belly up in the middle of the production, and that led to the budget going out the window.

Still, those difficulties were nothing compared to what happened later to Stanley's third attempt to make a movie, the island of Dr. Moreau, a production that was so legendarily disastrous that it became the subject of a documentary 20 years later, but that's another story. The difficulties forced Stanley to make changes and compromises that turned what could have been a standard horror movie into a suggestive, dreamlike, and somewhat hypnotic movie. And that was what dragged me in and held me prisoner for some time.

It's quite a slow movie, but the world it shows, the desert, the dying towns that slowly seem to be erased by dust, the mythology, the characters who are all trapped by fate, they make it mesmerizing. After this lengthy review of a movie, I finally come to the point. In the movie, there is a scene where Wendy and the Dust Devil sit at a table, outside of a dusty motel in the desert. A strange country song begins to play, and the Dust Devil asks Wendy if she wants to dance. They dance, and strange things happen, but Wendy doesn't notice. After watching the movie a couple of times, I remembered that I had seen an article about Dust Devil in a film magazine some time ago, and I decided to find the magazine. I finally found the right one and went to read it.

I sat down with the magazine in a room where there was a radio playing in the background, and I quickly found the article and began reading it. Suddenly I heard the familiar sound of a very particular steel guitar, the strange country song that Wendy and the Dust Devil dance to in the, movie begins to play on the radio. Hank Williams' song, Rambling Man. That radio channel is not a channel that plays country songs from the 50s, or country songs at all. And they have never played that song again. I've never heard that song before I saw the movie and I didn't know its name until they set it on the radio that's only time that they played it. Hi, Raven. Thank you for all of your work. Your voice is so

soothing, and I love what you share with the world. Thank you. My own glitch story is as follows. Prior context, my eldest brother estranged himself from my family a few years ago. I wasn't in the country at the time and learned of it months later, and I think because, absent, I wasn't enmeshed as much with the drama. Still, contact became incredibly sparing. Fast forward, and I'm at a work conference abroad.

I meet a colleague who I wanted to keep contact with. I found them on Facebook later and message them saying that I would love to stay in touch. Side note, I'd had a bit of a strange day already, but nothing really noteworthy. Anyway, as part of my message to this person, I gave them my number in case they wanted to text or call me. A couple hours later, I'm back on my phone and open Facebook Messenger. I see the last message sent to the colleague. It's a phone number, but it's not my number. I look at it incredulous, and I open the chat to see,

not my number, not even close, sent by myself to this person. Bemused, I try to recall my memory, and then, curiously, I wonder if the number even exists. I select, copy the number and paste it into my keypad on my phone, and pressed call. instantly my estranged brother's number which i of course would have saved on my phone flashed up i hung up and freaked out freaked out really badly and went straight through to my other brother and parents who i was living with at the time while basically having a panic attack because i quite frankly did not understand what was happening i was shaking they were freaked out by my behavior but comforted me I questioned what or how, what happened had well happened. Weirdly, earlier that day, I had been drifting through thoughts en route home after the work conference,

and at a specific point my estranged brother came to my mind. I had yearned for us all to be back in contact. I thought about texting him again, but a few of my recent messages hadn't prompted reply. The other weird thing is that I remember messaging my colleague perfectly, but on reflection, I only remember typing the first two numbers of my phone number. In the UK, the first two numbers are the same, but everything else is unique. And then my memory is literally blank after that. It's so insane.

And every time I recall it, I wonder what on earth happened. But there was one upshot. I decided to message said brother at the time because I was so freaked out and thought that it must be for some reason. He actually messaged me back with a lovely message of comfort and understanding, and we are still in contact now. Not regular or physical, but I'll take it. I'm so grateful. It still gives me shivers, and there is so much mystery in our human experience. Thank you, Raven. Take care and all.

Ray. I live alone. No one comes into my small apartment. A couple of incidents occur. It occurred that can't be explained in a normal, reasonable way. They're simple things, nothing dramatic. I had a Venus female pendant made of bone on a thick stainless steel jump ring on a cord. I set it on my nightstand.

The next time I went to put the necklace on, the pendant wasn't on the necklace. The jump ring was still on the necklace, closed. No way the pendant, which had a hole drilled on top to slip the jump ring on, could have come off the closed jump ring. The next story is similar. I have a cord in my car to plug into my phone to use it to play music. I don't have Bluetooth in my 2009 Subaru. The cord is always plugged into the jack in the car,

and I tuck the end of it into the middle console when I unplug my phone. I parked my car, put the cord in place, and I'm OCD, so I have a regular routine that I go over and over, and my car is clean of stuff and trash. I always lock the car before I get out by pushing the lock button, and I always push the lock button just to be sure and watch the lights flash. There's an alarm that sets and you can see the dashlights go on. The next day when I got into the car to plug the phone in, it wasn't there.

It wasn't anywhere. Not under the seats, not in the back, not anywhere in the car. and it wouldn't have moved by itself. I just looked to convince myself that I wasn't going crazy, but I knew it was a glitch in the Matrix, and that cord has never been seen again. A few months ago, I posted about my lost phone receiver, which reappeared a month and a half later in its customary location,

the green rug by the side of my teal-colored tub. Notwithstanding that I bathe daily and surely should have spotted the white phone, own, I conceded that, given that I tend to be oblivious to the obvious, the purportedly paranormal event was more likely attributed to my having experienced a six-week span of attention blindness. As to how to account for this week's events, I'm stomped. A few days ago, with both hands occupied, I tipped my head toward my steel table for the purpose of depositing my dollar-store glasses, which had been perched.

on my forehead onto the surface. Though the lights were off, soon after I commenced to shake my glasses free, I heard the distinctive clunk. The following morning, I was perplexed to find that the glasses had vanished. Needless to say, so goes the disingenuous disclaimer before we proceed to say, I searched everywhere. Last night, in preparation of refilling the slots in my pill case, I took out the flexible plastic container in which were crammed my four bottles of vitamins. When I finagled one of the tightly ensconced bottles out of the container, there in the freed up space, were my neatly folded glasses.

How did the glasses, which must be manually folded, move from the table in my bedroom to a box in the bathroom cabinet? How could they have shared such a meager corner space with a tightly wedged pill bottle? I welcome any explanation that does not invoke the woo factor. Hello Raven, I'm a recent listener and am really enjoying your glitch stories and podcast. I've been interested in glitch in time-slip stories since I was a kid, and I've had a few. Honestly, I think most people have. Recently, though, I've been really watching for them.

This past Friday, I caught one. I live in a fairly major city on the west coast of the United States. My husband and I were in the car. I was driving and we were heading for coffee. It was mid-morning and both of us were completely awake and sober. About four blocks from the coffee shop, I noticed a late 80s or very early 90s, civic or something similar.

It was faded red with four doors and had that very specific boxy shape of that era. It was jumping another vehicle. I'm relatively certain it was a dark-colored truck, and the red car was slightly blocking the lane and turned against traffic. I think I mostly noted it because of the age of the vehicle. I like those old 80s compacts. I guess they're nostalgic. Anyway, we got to the coffee and were inside for approximately ten minutes.

As we're walking out, directly across from the shop, is the same red car, facing the same way, against traffic, jumping a silver van. It was as though the whole scene moved three blocks and then switched out the vehicle being jumped. I mentioned it to my husband, but he had not been paying attention on the drive-over, so, unfortunately, he can't verify it for me. I'm pretty certain, though. It could be that the same car stopped a little ways down to jump a second car, but that feels unlikely. So I guess I'm going to call it a glitch. Thank you for reading, whether it makes it into an episode or not. It did.

Hi, Raven. I'm new to your channel. Sorry if there's any bad grammar, but this happened back in sixth grade. One of those nights, I was getting ready for bed as usual, but when I laid down, the second I closed my eyes, it was morning. I had my alarm set for 6.30 a.m. It's like nighttime happened at the speed of light. I was confused, but my energy full.

I went to the bathroom to get ready for school, but as soon as I saw myself in the mirror, I glitched out, and I saw my own feet inside of a coffin. To imagine this, wrap your entire body around blankets with no way of laying on your back with your legs and arms touching the side of your body. And you'll know what I'm describing here. Then I glitched back. I knew something had happened that night and that I had died and been put in a universe where I didn't die. I talked about the sleep thing to my family, but all they said was, that's the best kind of sleep. To this day,

I still don't know why that happened. I saw my own dead body's point of view in the car. coffin for a split second. That was the first thing I experienced with a glitch in the Matrix. I also experienced a deja vu kind of thing, but it's not deja vu. But that's a story for another time. And thank you for reading my story. 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 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.