As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 108 ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: November 17, 2025

Welcome to the 108th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 17 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... Sleepless, Terra, Jayce B., Jesse, tiff, VoicingSpy, VanillaTheMarshmallowBear, EmbarrassedProcess86, Lisa A., Wolfgang, Stephen, Lala, From The Healing Well Somatics, Tatiana Lohmann, Diana, Due_Flower1892 As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story 6 1 ➤ 1:05 2 ➤ 8:24 3 ➤ 11:09 4 ➤ 14:17 5 ➤ 19:40 6 ➤ 25:20 7 ➤ 32:15 8 ➤ 35:17 9 ➤ 37:50 10 ➤ 41:01 11 ➤ 46:35 12 ➤ 49:13 13 ➤ 50:54 14 ➤ 54:15 15 ➤ 56:45 16 ➤ 59:26 17 ➤ 1:01:53 ----- 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

Well, hey, hi, howdy, friends? I hope you're having a beautiful day so far, and I hope the rest of your day goes amazingly as well. Today, we have some glitch in the Matrix stories. Stories about the oddness and strangeness of our existence. Stories that some of you enjoy and some of you don't, and that's totally fine. Hopefully, you, if you're listening, are part of the camp that does enjoy these stories. All said, if you have a story to send to my channel or podcast, I want to look at me. I'm both technically. I do need more glitch stories, and I do need more other scary stories if you got them. Send them in to as the ravendreams.com or send them to as the raven dreams at gmail.com both work.

All said, friends, I will stop yapping and let you get on to the stories. Please remember to hydrate. and of course, enjoy. Hey, Raven, long time, no talk. I don't know if you remember me, but you read one of my stories back in October of, I think, 2023. It was a story about a time when I had to stay at a hotel in Overland Park, and I had a ghost basically jump scare me while I was watching something on TV

about another ghost in Acheson. It was pretty meta, but it was a long time ago, so I forgive you if you don't recall it. I do. Well, I actually have another story for you, but this time it's a glitch, not a ghost story. A fact that I'm actually thankful for. So this last February,

my wife and I took a vacation to visit her family out in Sedona, Arizona. It was a nice trip. I soaked up the landscape and was loving the energy. My mother-in-law was ill, and she still kind of is, but she's doing much better, and while we were there to visit and help her parents out, we did do some of the vacation-y type of things,

since we don't get a lot of time off. Near the end of our trip, we found this little shop that was tucked away, and I bought a souvenir. It wasn't tourist junk or anything. It was a small palm-sized piece of dark, polished basalt rock that had been carved into a simple spiral, like a miniature galaxy.

I've been into space stuff since I was a kid, and something about it hooked me, so I bought it. It was fairly heavy, and I wanted to keep it on my desk at home as a bit of a paperweight and memento. We got home, and for about a month, that stone sat on the right corner of my desk in my office. I would pick it up, fidget with it while I was on a phone call and set it back down. It was a fixture, and I liked having it there. Of course, as things happen, it starts to become part of the background. I got busy with work, had to go to another on-site in March, and when I got home, the rock was gone.

I was cleaning my desk up after getting back, moved all of my papers and notebooks, and about midway through, I realized that it wasn't there anymore. I thought that it must have rolled off, or my wife had moved it for some unknown reason. I checked around the office, but I couldn't find it. My wife even helped me search, and together we tore up the office in all of the adjacent rooms, but it was nowhere to be found.

It was small, sure, but it was also a rock, so it wasn't like we were looking for something super tiny and lightweight. It had heft. By the end of the week and two more searches through, deep cleaning the house, I had to just accept that the stone was gone. completely vanished. We both resigned ourselves to the idea that it had somehow ended up in the bin and was taken out, or fell into some crevice that connected to the void. I was disappointed, but I moved on.

I didn't really have much of a choice. Fast forward to the beginning of September of this year, so about a month ago as of submitting this, and I had another on-site that I had to attend. And wouldn't you know it, I was the lucky one, once again, being sent to Overland Park, Kansas. Sidebar, I know you moved to Minnesota, but you mentioned that you knew the city, and I was curious at this place at some kind of rich supernatural history,

because it always gives me the creeps. Not that I know. It's a pretty boring and standard suburb of Kansas City. Anyway, I had done what I always did, packed my gym bag with clothes that I needed, along with my networking tools and drove them to the same hotel as last time, not by choice. I got to the hotel, checked in for my four-day stay, got to the room, and I unpacked everything from my bag. I'm the type that will take my clothes out and put them in the dresser that's in the hotel rooms, because it feels more organized.

So I completely and totally emptied my bag and tossed it onto the floor by the corner chair. I want to emphasize that a bit. It was completely empty and light, and I tossed it in the corner. I did the job, got everything working, and was there on the last night when I decided to go ahead and pack up, so I didn't have to do it in the morning. I step over to the bag, pick it up, and immediately notice that there's some weight in the bag. I picked it up and placed it on the bed and then unzipped it, and there sitting at the box. bottom was my Sedona spiral stone. My breath hitched, and I think that I actually stumbled back a bit, thinking,

there is no way on God's green earth. After a moment or two, I picked it up and thumbed the carved spiral just to confirm it was real and that I wasn't losing my mind. The jury's still out on that second half. My mind started spinning into these impossible scenarios. Did I somehow pack it? that wouldn't make sense. It had been missing for a few months,

and the last place I saw it was on my desk, at home. Then it disappeared, and that was that. I'm sure someone will say that I just left it in my bag when we came back from Sedona, but I want to say that that's also not possible. I didn't use this bag when I went to Sedona. This gym bag-like thing that I used for my clothes is specifically for work.

I keep spare tools in it that I need for my job, so I don't take it unless I'm working. We took our actual suitcases to Sedona because we packed our clothes together and needed more space, so the stone was never in this bag after it was purchased. So, somehow, this stone had disappeared into the ether back in March and decided to wait five months before it made a grand reappearance in my work bag all the way in Kansas. The distance between my home in this hotel is close to a thousand miles.

So I guess it took the long road here, five months to get a thousand miles to its next destination. I guess I'm just glad that I was in the room when it reappeared, because if I hadn't been sent on this job, it may have rematerialed, in that spot for someone else to find, and then they would have had another story to write into you. Anyway, that's my new story. It was weird, and I have no logical explanation. Maybe in two more years I'll have a third one for you.

Just know that I'm still around and listening, and do enjoy the stories you read. Much love, Raven, and stay spooky. Hi, Raven. I've been watching your podcast and listening to your podcast for around three years on many different accounts. And I would like to say that I'm not very good at English, and my story is a little bit short,

but here goes nothing. Here's my story. I was in the sixth grade going on a field trip, and the field trip started off okay. Me and my friends were going geocaching. Unfortunately, some of them being the immature friends that they were, decided to run off as fast as they could and go eat, which left me and my other friends,

friends to walk alone. So we walk for a bit longer because we want to finish the geocaching activities, so we can just be done, and then sit around at a picnic table and talk afterward. This is when me and my friends are joking around, and then we come across a huge, what I want to say is an open cornfield, and we see a farmer just standing still in the middle of said cornfield. He's holding a pitchfork, and he's no more than 10 yards in front of us. In case any of you non-American listeners are listening, that's around nine meters.

Me and my friends suddenly stop because it's peculiar. But even more peculiar that the man doesn't notice us, or even move, for that matter. We then looked at his face to see if he could see us, and we noticed something off about his face. It was the fact that it wasn't there. Have you ever seen like an unrendered game like on a community? computer when it's running like a potato, or I guess an old-style PS1 game, where you can't really see the character's face. That is the face that we saw the man have. Then, suddenly, me and my friend both got scared, and just as we saw the guy, he disappeared. We started to

run back, and just then the guy appeared in front of us, with his face still unrendered. Me and my friend at this point were shaking, and just as suddenly as he appeared the second time, he vanished. My friend said, whoa, did you see that? And I said yes. The two of us decided to book it. We booked it back to the picnic table as fast as possible, and when we made it to the picnic table, we told her other friends what had happened. I thought it was weird, but I didn't think anything of it. Me and my friends still talk about this every once in a while, but none of us can explain what happened on that day. Lazzangue sur-gely,

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I remember one day, basically, I think, because it was so strange that I saved it to try to understand one time. I was three. I was visiting my grandma, and I never really saw her too much in my life, because my mom and her do not get along. My grandma showed me a photo album and said that I could look at the pictures of my mom when she was a kid. I was going through page by page. This was in 1983, so the photos were from the 70s. As I was going through, I was examining my mom very closely, and I got to pages with class photos,

and I saw my mom sitting in the front row, normal pose. I turned the page and there was the same class photo, except my mom had both hands over her mouth. I turned the page, and there was the same class photo. Except this time my mom had a surprised look and her lips were forming a perfect circle, like she was saying, oh. I got to the end of the book and decided to start again, only this time I only saw the class photo where my mom was sitting normally with a nice smile.

I went through again and again and I couldn't find it. couldn't find it. I tried asking my grandma, she had no idea what I was saying. I tried to comprehend and remember thinking, Lily is playing tricks on me. Before I thought of it as a glitch in the Matrix, I somehow always blamed Lily. So is it paranormal or a glitch? When I was 25, I saw a psychic, and without asking, the psychic told me that Lily was my spirit guide. And a second story. When I moved in with my ex, about three weeks in, the sink plug for the kitchen sink just disappeared. I know that's not that exciting, but no one was toying with us, and we had no clue. I feel like someone was trying to tell me that day because of my ex's reaction to the missing

plug. He was so mad, and assuming that I was playing with him somehow. I should have seen that as a warning because that was the first of many of his angry times. The next day on my way home, I stopped in to buy a new plug, and when I got home, the plug was back. I really don't know how to explain the feeling, other than this creepy or eerie feeling in the air. It's the only way I can describe it. Thank you again, Raven, and I hope you're enjoying your new place.

Hi, Raven. You read my story tonight regarding the concert venue sizeglitz. Again, thank you for reading it. Thank you for allowing me to do so. The story that I'm going to provide tonight, again, isn't scary, but definitely very strange. This could be classified as both a Mandela Effect and a glitch in the Matrix. As I previously mentioned to you, I'm very much into subjects like this, and I pick upon glitches and other strange things very commonly. Back in January of this year, I was watching a Mandela Effect video,

and one that immediately drew my attention was the seahorse emoji never existing. Now, when I say this creeped me out, as I type this, I literally have the hair standing up on my arms and my body is tingling. You may think that's pretty serious over a seahorse emoji. Yes. The reason why, out of every single Mandela effect, that it is the one that I can say I'm not only 100% positive is real, but I have a glitch in the Matrix story that stems off of this. A bit about me. I work from home in city in the mountains of Colorado.

I'm married with a daughter that is now five years old. My little girl is very much a daddy's girl, and she will text me from her mom's, my wife's, iPad random stuff throughout the day, even though I'm just in my office a floor above her in our house. I have a very busy job, however. and I try to text back as much as possible to my daughter. It makes her happy and also helps me smile and just have a positive vibe throughout my workday. So why is this important?

Well, one day she was texting me all types of random emojis. So I did the same thing back and what did I specifically send in one text? A bunch of seahorses. I specifically remember this because on my break that same day, I talked to my daughter about seahors. due to the emojis I sent her. So fast forward to hearing the Mandela effect, I thought, I'll go back and pull up my text on my phone, so I can show the seahorse emoji did exist.

I kid you not, my phone randomly stopped on 1021-24, coincidentally almost a year ago, but that has nothing to do with the story. When I say it stopped, I mean that my text conversations to my daughter, for whatever reason, were deleted prior to this date. Now, I never delete texts. I have texts in my phone from five plus years ago. So the fact that the text thread randomly deleted on my phone after that date made no sense. So at this time I thought,

okay, I'll check my daughter's iPad for the conversation. And this is the part that gets me. On her iPad, the conversations also just randomly delete after 1021-24. Again, for no reason. She has text on there long before 1021-24, and I do on my phone as well. Now, I have to be up front. I can't say for sure what day the Seahorse texts were sent. This wasn't exactly a monumental thing to write down at the time of it happening.

However, would I say that mid-October sounds about right? I definitely would. 1021-24 in my head, I know is the day. day after we sent those texts. And keep in mind, when I discovered this all, it was in January, so only about three months after the texting happened. It blows my mind. I love Mandela effects, and there are several that I think are fascinating.

However, this is the first Mandela Effect where something in my life was 100% altered due to the Mandela Effect. I know those texts happened. My daughter even remembered it. and then the text threads randomly deleted from both my phone and her iPad. How does that happen? I will say that I'm huge into meditation. Not to promote my own channel, but I do have a fairly well-growing guided meditation channel on YouTube as well.

I do very advanced meditation techniques, so I wonder if through my meditations I have shifted timelines. Or possibly, just a normal Mandela effect story. but this one certainly gives me the chills still. This was obviously a very small change. I couldn't care less about a seahorse emoji in general, but again, this was an actual change in my reality. I 100% know I was in a reality where that emoji existed, and now it doesn't.

Now the texts with my daughter no longer existed either with that emoji. Weird, but I do think it's kind of cool. cool. Call me strange, but I enjoy picking up on the glitches and things we can't explain. Thank you as always, Raven. I hope you enjoy as I will be sending more soon. Please do and I did. Hi Raven. My name is Jace. I found your channel a few days ago. I'm a long-haul trucker and I love listening to your videos during my trips. I've always believed in the paranormal, but I always try my best to rationally explain strange happenings before jumping to paranormal activity. I've had a handful of paranormal experiences in my life, but only a handful. Ghost-related things,

like disembodied whispers and things falling over when they shouldn't have. That kind of thing. I experienced what I thought was a glitch in the Matrix just the other day. It turned out it wasn't, but nevertheless, it was the whole reason I got into Glitch in the Matrix story, on YouTube, and that's how I found your channel. After listening to your videos for a while, one of the stories reminded me of something that happened years ago that I still haven't been able to explain. The memory hit me like a ton of bricks.

I don't know how I've forgotten about it. It's one of the most baffling things that's ever happened to me, and just thinking about it now gives me goosebumps. I guess my brain pushed the memory out of my mind because it was too uncomfortable to think about. And it was years ago. A lot of my life has happened since then. It's not nearly as crazy or mind-bending as a lot of the other stories you've read,

but it is the craziest thing that's happened to me personally. So here's my story. My husband and I were living with his parents at the time. My husband was out of town spending time with his brother and my in-laws were out attending an event with their Federans Association. I am home alone. I have the day off work, so I decide to stay in bed and play a game on my laptop. I pause my game at some point and scroll on my phone.

After some time, I put my phone face up on the nightstand beside me and continue playing my game. I get a lot of notifications on my phone, and I don't like hearing it go off constantly. I'm too lazy to turn off the notifications. so I usually have my phone on silent unless I'm expecting an important phone call. I have my phone specifically facing up on the nightstand in case my family calls or texts me so I can see it. My nightstand is usually pretty cluttered, but I just cleaned it off recently. So my phone is pretty much the only thing on it besides a few figurines lined up on the back side. A little while passes, and I go to grab my phone.

phone again, and it's not on the nightstand anymore. It's gone. My immediate thought is that it must have just fallen between the nightstand and the bed, which is strange because I would have heard it rattling against the nightstand on its way down and hit the floor. Maybe I was just so immersed in my game that I didn't notice. I checked under the nightstand and under my bed, and it's not there. After briefly thinking, I remembered that I had gotten up to use the bathroom and then went to the kitchen to grab food earlier. So I must have taken my phone with me and left it in one of those areas. I am forgetful, and I'm constantly misplacing things like this and sending myself on wild goose chases. So I don't think too much of it, aside from being annoyed at myself.

I check the bathroom. Nothing. I check the kitchen and dining room, still nothing. At this point I'm thinking maybe I picked it up and put it on the bed without thinking about it and it got covered up by the blankets or something. It's the only other place it could be. Just completely over myself at this point, I make my way back to the bedroom and as soon as I walk through the doorway, I stop dead in my tracks and my stomach drops.

I feel like my brain is breaking a little bit of. from what I'm seeing. There was my phone, sitting on the nightstand in the same spot, face down. I just stood there, staring at it in disbelieve. I don't know how long I was standing there, but it felt like an eternity, because my brain was going into overdrive trying to find an explanation, but nothing made sense. I started second-guessing myself, and I tried to think back,

and remember if I really had just overlooked it somehow, But I know that I didn't. No, it definitely wasn't there when I looked before. And the fact that the screen was face down made it that much more puzzling because that's not how I placed it last either. I pick up my phone and look at it. Nothing about it is off. I look around the room as if the answer is going to be written there somewhere.

It was just so bizarre and unbelievable. I didn't tell anyone about it. I didn't even want to think about it. Just typing this as I recall it is giving me the shivers. I've heard things and I've seen things, which happens very rarely and that's bad enough. But I've never had something go completely missing from a spot and then suddenly reappear in the same spot minutes later

when no one else is around. Nothing like that has happened to me before nor since. But man, it messed me up. Hello. I don't really know what. what category this experience fits in so you can decide. I'm thinking it's either divine intervention, guardian angel activity,

or, on the other end of the spectrum, quantum immortality. I honestly don't know. In 2018, my cousin was an auto mechanic working out of his own garage. I did all the part runs and detailing while he worked on the never-ending supply of broken-down vehicles.

I always drove his 2017 Chevy, four by four on these parts runs. Just in case you haven't noticed, those trucks are huge. His was an extra cab, so it was long enough to have to make wide turns, and tall enough that you could look semi-truck drivers in the eye when you meet with them, and so wide that it wouldn't fit in the automatic car wash. Yes, I did try. Once.

The wheel's stance was too wide to fit in the tracks. Have you ever had to back out of a car wash? So humiliating. One afternoon, I couldn't find the keys to his truck. I searched the truck, the house, the garage, and all the vehicles on the property before asking him where the keys were. He said they were in the truck, and I told him otherwise. He pulled out his phone and tried the key locator. We stood beside the truck with the door open and tried it again, because he was positive they were in the truck.

No key found. He went back to work and I spent another 30 minutes walking through his house, garage, and property with his phone using the key locator to no avail. I even tried to start the truck with his phone. When that didn't work, I gave up and drove my minivan. Not as big, beautiful or badass, not as computerized, and no cameras at the time, but she's reliable. On the way to the store, I came to a stretch of this 55-mile-per-hour. two-lane road, with a couple of houses and driveways on an uphill grade to the left of the road. To the right side, just past the white line, there was a drop-off of about six inches from the pavement to the grass.

There's no guardrail, and the ground starts a fairly steep downhill slope, that goes about 200 yards down to a forest. In other words, if you cross the white line and drop off the pavement, you'll likely flip several times until you hit the trees. There would be no returning to the roadway no matter how fast or slow you're driving because of the six-inch drop-off. Regardless of reaction and reaction time, it would have been a very bumpy ride and required no less than one rotating crane truck and one regular wrecker just to recover what's left of the vehicle.

As bad luck would have it, I was meeting an 18-wheeler. The double yellow line was dead center of his truck and trailer. I was at least on the white line. It was more like I had my right side completely off of the road, and an angel held my van up off the grass. I don't know how else we could have missed each other. I remember seeing his rear front tires in front of me, and then I was behind him.

It was as if we had gone through each other. I got off the brakes and looked in the rearview mirror to see him coming to a stop. The store I was headed to would close in an hour, and I had about 20 more minutes of travel time to get there, so I kept going. I also knew that if I went back, I would do more than just talk to him.

I don't know, though. I was in such a state of shock that I might have passed out if I tried to get out and walk up to him. When I got the parts secured in the van, I looked over from top to bottom, not a scratch anywhere on the body or the undercarriage. On the way back, I parked in one of the driveways and walked that stretch of road looking for evidence. There was no single tire or duly skid marks on the road or in the grass.

There wasn't any damage to the six inches of pavement where my entire wheel assembly would have been torn off had I dropped off the edge of the road. Not one indication that the near accident had happened at all. This made me regret not talking to the trucker. Later, I would come to regret not asking the homeowners if they had cameras overlooking the street. At first, I was sure that my guardian angel had hidden the keys to the truck to keep me from driving it that day. The truck was simply too wide to have been able to avoid the semi. It was also too tall to avoid a rollover if it had left the road. After running countless scenarios through my mind,

I went back to the road and realized that my van was also too wide to avoid to avoid the road. the semi without leaving the road. So I decided that not only did the angel hide the keys, it also intervened during the actual accident. I spent the rest of 2018 and part of 2019, only half believing the angel saved my life. The other half of me was still running scenarios about how the Matrix creator didn't want the cameras in the truck recording my quantum leap and sending the video back to his phone. I'm sure I spent too much time looking for New Mandela effects as well. Of course,

when the sickness took over the world in 2019, I gave up trying to figure out the wise and hows of the not-fatal accident and traded in my thinking cap in a nice new mask. I do sometimes wonder if my old timeline suffered from the sickness too. The truck sat silent for about two weeks, because neither of us had the time to go to the dealer for new keys. I went to get the registration and Vinn out of the truck so I could go get new keys, and I found the keys in the cup holder. We grew up in the same neighborhood. From our first bicycles, motorcycles, cars, and trucks, we have always shared.

It was not uncommon for us to temporarily trade any of our vehicles. Our friends were constantly pulling the wrong person over. He isn't a prankster either, so no, he didn't hide the keys. Beside that, if he didn't want me to drive the 4x4, he would have just said so instead of wasting wages on looking for the keys. Anyway, thanks for the outlet, Raven. Hey, Raven, my name is Jesse. I've been listening to you since the summer of 2024, and I'm a huge fan of your videos,

especially the glitch in the Matrix ones. Thank you, Jesse. I appreciate that. I was visiting my dad this past weekend, and the subject about one of my old girlfriends from when I was 15, turning 16, all the way back in 2011, came up. In 2011, I was in a long-distance relationship with a girl named Kendra. I lived in Newton, Iowa, and she lived in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My dad told me that I only visited her in person once in March of 2011, but I said, no, I visited her three times. in person. He kept insisting that no, it was only one single visit, and it kind of turned into a playful argument. Here's the glitch, though. I distinctly remember visiting Kendra three times,

and I remember what her and I did on each of the three visits. Visit number one, my dad and brother dropped me off at her house, and they went fishing. Kendra and I hung out for hours on this visit by a nearby park by her neighborhood. Visit number two. My dad dropped me off and went fishing like the last visit, but this time I was hanging out with her at her house, in her bedroom, and we watched Finding Nemo together and even walked in the rain to go pick up her little sister from her school nearby.

Her dad came home early and didn't like me hanging out with her in her bedroom. Honestly, me being a 30-year-old adult in 2025, this is super understandable. After her dad asked me to go, I waited outside of her house in the pouring rain waiting for my dad to get done fishing and come pick me up. Visit number three. This was the third and final visit I ever had with Kendra in person, as we broke up shortly after for reasons that I won't go into here. But on this third and final visit, I played the Nintendo Wii with her, and I went to go watch one of her little sister's soccer games, and my dad and her dad were talking about football because they're both Minnesota Vikings fans. So the glitch is this.

My dad somehow completely remembers it way differently than I do. He only remembers the one single visit and told me that the other two did not happen. So, glitch in the Matrix, selective memory on mine or my dad's parts, or quantum immortality where I've died in the past and got ported to this dimension where the other two visits didn't happen. It just had me thinking,

and I decided I would finally post a glitch in the Matrix to hopefully get featured in an episode. There you go. Thank you for reading, Raven, and take care. My daughter started a new job that makes it hard to get her daughter, my granddaughter, from school. So I take on the responsibility two days a week, and then her parents fill in the rest.

I'm retired, so I have no problem doing this. One day, in September of 2025, I was 45 minutes early, so to pass the time, I went to an antique shop I've passed many times and stopped to browse. I walked around and was feeling guilty for not seeing anything to buy, but then I came upon a jewelry case and saw two pairs of gold post-costume jewelry. So, I bought both pairs. When I got home, I soaked the earrings and alcohol overnight in a small children's medicine cup to clean and sanitize them. The next afternoon, I placed a paper towel on the counter and took the cup and swished them around.

I did see gunk. Because there wasn't much alcohol in the cup, I dumped the earrings onto my hand over the paper towel and noticed that one pair had layered over each other, so I separated them using my thumb and pointer finger. and then put them back in my hand. Because I had alcohol and the earrings, I took my hand and flipped them over onto the paper towel. Except, I only saw three earrings. It was the set that layered over that was missing one earring.

And I'm thinking, wow, how could they return to the same position so quickly? I picked the one earring up and saw that it was just one. Where did it go? It was just in my hand literally three seconds ago. I have four earring backs on the paper towel, but I'm missing an earring. So I started looking around my area and couldn't find it. I checked the floor and even in the drawers where I knew it couldn't be. I almost cried because it was right in my hand and then disappeared.

It was freaking scary. I told my daughter and she thinks that the earrings were haunted by a previous owner, and they don't want me to have them, so they took the earring away. My husband thinks the house is haunted, and now once the house saged, and I can't explain why or how this happened. Maybe it was a glitch in the Matrix? Hi, I enjoy listening to the glitches, so I thought I would share mine. Thank you for your podcast.

Well, thank you for listening. Years back around maybe 2016, my best friend and I would explore anywhere and everywhere we could in or around our small boring town in the South UK. We took the bus to the next town over and went to Bluebell Forest. We walked around then and thought we would follow a random path out and see where it went. We ended up walking through a field and exploring another forest that was the general direction to circle back to where we started.

We ended up in Maudland. That's Ministry of Defense. Like army training grounds that we had to cut through in fear of being lost in the dark. We couldn't find a way out or any paths to follow and ended up having to climb a steep slope to get out when it started getting late. The floor was thick with dirt and old leaves that made it hard to climb. But when we got to the top, the forest suddenly ended. And there was grass and a road and then housed.

is curving in front of us, like we were at the bottom of a U-shape. We had to pick left or right and then find our way back. We picked right, as it would take us a bit closer to being a circleback. As we walked, there was a stop sign. I pointed at it and said to my friend, uh, let's turn around because this must be a dead end, if there's a stop sign. And we did that. After a few paces, we both paused and I said,

wait, that doesn't make any sense. Stop signs don't mean dead ends. And my friend said that he realized that at the exact moment I did. We paused and thought about whether we should go back the other way again, but when I turned and looked behind us, there was no stop sign. I told him and we speedwalked slash ran away from where the stop sign would be. I asked my friend if he had seen the stop sign and he said that he did. But now he wasn't sure that maybe he just.

just agreed with what I was saying. But I know I saw it. It was as real as if it had been right in my way, even though I was looking up at it to my right, and that the knowing that it meant dead end was if it had been implanted into my brain, or written on the sign, and only after I had turned around did the knowledge become faulty.

We did find our way back eventually, and he doesn't remember it happening at all now, but I have photos from that day and a great memory of our adventures, glitch or not. That stop sign remains fresh in my memory and the road without the stop sign is ingrained in my memory like a photo.

I don't know what would have happened if that glitch didn't happen, but I'm glad that I don't. Thank you for reading and thank you for the stories. Years ago, I was living in Shelburne, Ontario, with my young toddler son. It was mid-March and I was planning to meet my teenage niece for tea on the following day as she was on her March break.

That night, I had just put my son to bed and was doing some tidying up while daydreaming. As I tidied, I kept seeing in my head this beautiful image like a painting of African women wearing colorful headscarves and dresses. I actually stopped what I was doing and tried to sketch it because the image was really beautiful and also felt persistent in my head. However, the drawing went nowhere and eventually I gave up. The next day I went to the nearby town with my son. We did a few errands and then we went to meet my niece for tea in a local cafe.

As we all sat down with our teas and treats, I looked around and noticed the artwork on the wall. Like many cafes, they periodically change the artwork to showcase different local artists. What I saw held my gaze for a long while. There was a series of framed watercolor paintings of various sizes, portraying these beautiful African women in colorful headscarves and dresses with backgrounds of desert trees and sunsets. I was quite shook, but also I have experienced such things at different.

times in my life, so I also greeted this surprise with a sense of recognition and curiosity. Over tea, my niece told me that her father was going to separate from his wife, my niece's stepmother. The huge amount of stress of them fighting had finally come to this conclusion. I know this time had been very, very stressful for my niece, but she reassured me that this separation was probably for the best for everyone involved. We talked for a while, finished our tea and treats, and said goodbye. And then we went on with our days. After some reflection, I decided that seeing the painting in my head the night before was like a sign.

That my intuition and the divine were involved in that I could trust that, somehow, things were going to work out. That's while my niece and family may need some support, somehow things would be okay. Fast forward to December of that year. My brother and his wife have separated, and while they are all going through a hard time, they're getting through it, and there is peace where before there was fighting. My husband and I decide to take our son

to a Christmas carol event at a local museum, held in a pioneer church on the museum grounds. The church is packed and singing is loud, and my toddler son is already a little fussy and uncomfortable. Three carols in, someone blows a piercing slide whistle, and my son starts shrieking and sobbing. We grab our coat and race out of the church quickly, and retreat to the museum building for quiet and refreshments. We get some apple cider, my son is calmer now, and we're walking around at a gift show, sale, and auction of local artisans. There's pottery, weaving, jewelry, paintings, and prints.

and some handmade soaps, and we're enjoying this quiet time to look at these beautiful creations, plus the various historical pioneer exhibits. All of a sudden, I see a table with the same watercolor paintings of the African women. Several are for sale, but we don't have the money to buy art. We're broke due to paying for our house, and me working only part-time as we're raising our young son. One small framed painting, however, is available as a prize for a fundraising auction.

I think the tickets were three for $10, which I could afford. I buy three tickets, and I put them all in the jar for this print. As I put my tickets in the jar, I noticed that the jar has a bunch of other tickets in it, and I'm so hopeful that I would win. Not only are they beautiful, I feel strangely connected to this artwork, even though I don't really know why. A week later, beyond my hope, I received a call that I had won that painting. I'm so excited.

I'll never really understand my connection to this painting, but I am grateful. And it gives me trust that life's ups and downs will somehow work out. I think much later I may have met the artist and tried to tell her the story of how I got her painting. I think she thought I was weird. So, the connection wasn't about me and her. It was something else. Something personal and much bigger. A reminder to trust life, even when it feels topsy-turvy.

Thank you, Raven. This is the second story I've submitted, and it's so exciting to hear you read them. And I love all the other stories and experiences that people share, and I love your narration style. I'm really grateful to your channel. I'm grateful for you listening, so thank you very much. First off, I just want to say that I really love your podcasts. They were always entertaining and well put together, and I also wanted to thank you for featuring one of my stories in a previous video.

That really meant a lot to me. It means a lot to me that you are comfortable enough with submitting your story to me and allowing me to read it, so thank you. All right, so this happened a few days ago, and it's been bugging me ever since. I have a USB flash drive that I was using to install Linux on my old. laptop. For context, it's a Windows 7-era machine. It doesn't handle newer versions of Windows too well, and honestly, it's not worth putting money into it at this point for hardware upgrades. So I figured Linux would be a good alternative. I mainly use my fairly decent modern desktop, but I keep the laptop around for lighter stuff when I'm out and about.

Anyways, when I was done with the install, I pulled the drive out and set it down on my shelf in my room. I remember this clearly. I didn't take it anywhere else. The next day I went to grab it again, and it was gone. I tore my room apart. I checked my desk, under the bed, even went through my laundry just in case it fell in, but nothing.

I even went out to my car, a 2008 Chevy Impala, and I checked there, thinking maybe I had carried it with me without realizing. No. nowhere to be found. So I gave up, figuring it was lost for good. Fast forward to the following day, I get into my car to run some errands. My Impala has this little cubby right under the radio and the climate controls. I started the engine, glanced down, and the flash drive was just sitting there,

perfectly in the middle like someone had placed it there. The thing is, I had already checked my car the day before, four, including that exact cubby and it definitely wasn't there. It's also worth mentioning that my car was locked the entire time, as it always is when I park it, and I always keep the keys on me. Nobody else has access to it. So, somehow, the flash drive vanished from my shelf and then turned up neatly placed inside a locked car that I had already searched. I still don't know what to make of this. Hey Raven.

I've been listening to your podcast for weeks now, and listening to the stories you tell is really captivating. Thank you. The glitch stories reminded me of a time that I may have experienced a glitch myself. This was about nine years ago now. I was sitting on my bed reading, and I decided to get myself a drink. I set my book down and went to the kitchen to pour some soda. After I came back to the bedroom, I placed the drink on the nightstand, as I was. wasn't completely ready to have some, and decided to continue reading.

About 30 minutes later, I was finally able to break away from reading and grab my drink from the nightstand, only to find that it was all gone. I was a bit freaked out and confused because I know that I hadn't drank it all yet. I even checked the floor nightstand to see if it spilled at all, but both spots were both dry. It freaks me out because I know I didn't drink it, and it was all gone like I had never even ported. Maybe I did, but time just skipped on me, and now I don't have any recollection of ever getting a sip.

It's disappointing, but freaky all the same. I honestly don't know what happened. If anyone has thoughts on it, I would like to know, but for now I'm going to go with my guess and saying that time skipped on me. Thank you for such a wonderful podcast. I feel like I can finally get my story out there, and have a good day or night. Thank you for listening.

Hello, hello, Mr. Ravensworth. That's a new one. It's Van Riding. This one is significantly more bite-sized than my previous stories. I'm not even sure if there's enough for the story to be read, but here goes. First things first, my native language is Spanish. And from what I knew to be true all my life, despite most people just using the Anglicism sandwich or a,

word derived from it like sanguish to refer to, of course, sandwiches. I knew that another dialects is more common to use the word empenadado, from the root word pan, which means bread. So the actual word would translate to something akin to breaded. But recently something happened that leads me to believe I may have jumped realities to one very, very similar to my own. Around a year or two ago, maybe, I can't quite recall, really.

I was watching TikTok. When I came across a video about these two guys who do translation work, or whose voices sound a lot like the ones you'd hear in translation work. Now, for context, translation work, at least from Spain translators, always sounds a bit awkward and with the strange inflections to attempt to match the energy of the original language. But it ends up sounding a bit cheap at times. On this TikTok video, they were trying to recreate that cheap sound by intentionally doing these strange inflections.

Now, it's worth noting that most of the time, translators will try to stray as much as they can from the Anglicism while translating from English. So here comes the weird part. I hear the couple in the video call some sandwiches they were having imparadadatos. Root word par, meaning pear, roughly translating and as paired, but even then the true translation for paired is Amparjedo. So that doesn't even match and sounds wrong. Which, to me, it all sounds like a mistake, just a goof that one of them made. But then they keep repeating it, over and over.

Both of them. That weirded me out, so I tried showing my family and they told me, well, it's always been impadado. Mind you, this is the first time I'm hearing anyone say imparado. Before then, it had always been Ampanedado, from all the times I've heard translated English cartoons on the telly as a kid. Now I'm not even sure I'm in the same reality that I began with. This is all too bizarre for me, and I was hoping you could shed some light on my situation.

Thank you for reading, Raven. Your voice is very soothing. Adiosito. Well, I can't give you any actual opinions because I don't speak Spanish. like at all. But I did want to mention that this story had the highest count of words that I had to go Google how to pronounce.

So thank you for that. I feel incredibly uncultured not being able to say empenadado correctly. I struggled with that a lot. Anyways, bizarre story. I have no idea. Hey, Raven. Thanks for reading my last story.

It makes me feel better that I wasn't the only one who found it confusing. The pencil story, I mean. I thought that was going to be my one. one and only glitch in the Matrix story, but something literally just happened now and I'm kind of scared and confused. So that's why I'm writing this at like four in the morning. I do tarot card readings sometimes, just sometimes and casually. I did a five card reading for something that I'm curious about. I just submitted my manuscript to five publishers and

did a five card quick yes-no on whether the publishers will like it. Good luck. I did the reading on top of my keyboard backlit laptop with the lights on and recorded the results with a quick C plus or C minus, as in cards say something good, something bad. I did this in the note columns of Google Sheets that I have as my tracker for manuscript submissions. I navigated my laptop and used it enough that I know if things are on my keyboard. I would know if I didn't put all the cards back. It's a small card, but the laptop is just 14 inches.

It's not a lot of space, and it has a backlit keyboard. If things are in the way, the backlight would be hidden behind whichever object. When I used the laptop afterwards, there was nothing on the keyboard. I used the laptop as normal. If there was something on the keyboard, I would have noticed it immediately. I made sure to put away all the cards and use the laptop afterwards, and put on Family Guy, and then fell asleep. When the family guy's season was nearing the end, I woke up around 3 a.m. or so. I checked my laptop.

There was a single tower card on the keyboard. Again, I made sure that I put all the cards away. And the tower card freaks me out, so I would have done doubly so. I live alone, so where the hell did that card come from? And when I checked my messages, one of my friends, who I was worried about had left a group chat. We haven't heard from her in a while, and she's unreachable. And I'm worried and kind of freaked out right now.

So what is happening? This happened a few years ago in high school. My two friends and I were sitting at lunch in the cafeteria, and, girls being girls, they went to the bathroom together, telling me to join them after I'd finish eating. For context, the bathroom near our cafeteria that we always hung out in, wasn't like the classic school bathrooms, and only had one stall.

It was once intended for faculty, and the stall isn't walled off by the usual plastic and gap doors, but instead has a whole normal wall and door between the toilet and the room with the sink. Above the sink is a mirror, and the entrance door is in direct view when looking into the mirror. So, after I finished, maybe two minutes after they'd left, I went to meet them there. I entered the bathroom and found the stall door locked and them talking in there. I knocked and said that I was here and one of them told me that they would open the door in a second. I found it a little weird, but just said okay and decided to wash my hands and freshen up in the mirror in the meantime.

They'd chat to me through the door and I'd answer, but the conversation grew sparse. A few minutes passed, and I realized that they had gone completely quiet. I asked if everything was okay and got no answer. I looked over to the door and it was unlocked but closed. At this point, I felt a little weird and like something was off. I asked, Hello? A few times and then opened the door.

The stall was empty. I stood there questioning how the hell they could have snuck past me when I was literally standing in the only way out of the stall. and seeing the entrance door in the mirror and the stall door in the corner of my eye. I got this sinking feeling in my stomach. Everything felt so wrong. I suddenly realized how strange the entire exchange was, how unlike them it was, that I hadn't seen them, etc.

But it gets worse. When I arrived back at the cafeteria, I saw them leaving so I came up to them, and they asked me where I had been and why I hadn't joined them. I was completely sound of mine, and I remember that day like it was yesterday. Literally one of the creepiest things that has happened to me. Cued at the checkout yesterday afternoon at the grocery outlet, the woman in front of me asked the cashier the price of a bottle drink,

some kind of juice. 16 ounces or so in size. The cashier tells her $1.99 or $1.99 or what? whatever, and the woman is like, oh, that's a great price, can you please ring me up for three, and I'll just run back and get two more of them then. The cashier presumably does, and finishes ringing her up. I glance over as she's paying, and the cashier is bagging her stuff. I'm looking directly at three bottles of juice, the one that she had on the conveyor when I got in line behind her, and I guess the other two that she was paying for right now.

The whole exchange took like 40 seconds. The woman certainly did not leave the line to go get the bottles of juice, which weren't displayed anywhere near the checkout, let alone the exit end of it. She had one bottle. She only had like four or five things total, and that juice was the last thing she'd placed on the belt before politely putting the divider thing up, so I could start putting my stuff down. She checked the price, said she would pay for two extra, and go back for them after she was done

in line. And then they were just there. The cashier bags them up. The woman pays, offers to help another woman with her bags. The second woman declines. She takes her groceries and leaves the store. If video games hadn't inured me to glitchy things like that, I imagine I'd have a hard time pretending I had just witnessed a mundane little impossible thing happen.

I have no idea if either the lady or the cashier were aware of the juice that had just miracleed itself there, and were faking not noticing anything awry or not. What if all three of us were absolutely freaking wowed out baffled, but just pretending nothing was amiss? Dada-dum, just take care of some grocery buying. Normal stuff here, nothing going on. At the time, I thought I was the only one who noticed, but now I'm wondering. So I was a glitch in the Matrix.

We had just moved to Craig Colorado, a small town in June of 2013. After I dropped my fourth grader off at school in late August, I stopped at City Market for groceries. I went to check out with the full cart of groceries, and a checker the next lane over stood there and just stared at me. She finally approached me and said, I just checked you out a few minutes ago with a full cart. I was thinking that I must have had a look-like. I didn't think much of it.

That same day I picked up my child and I went to the dollar store to pick up some school supplies. An older gentleman looked at me as we walked by him. Then he chased us down, touched me on the shoulder. As I turned around, he said, don't you say hi anymore? I have never met this man, and I haven't lived in Craig very long. I set a soft high looking confused. He looked at me upset and then walked away. I've never had this happen before or the next four years that we lived there.

I've never seen anyone who even remotely looked like me, so was this a glitz? So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. If you did, and would like to listen to more of this, you can always check out the other episodes of the podcast, or support the channel further by actually going to my YouTube channel and checking out my videos. Just go to YouTube and search As the Raven Dreams. You can also go to Astherraven Dreams.com for lots of other good stuff.

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.