As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 110 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: December 17, 2025

Welcome to 110 Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 15 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... SC Marsh, Smelly_Pete, Jesse S., Lew, Melissa aka the rounded square, Paul H, Krista C., Kisu, Erica from Texas, Dan Woods , Jesse, Simon R As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story 7 1 ➤ 1:13 2 ➤ 8:16 3 ➤ 13:02 4 ➤ 15:43 5 ➤ 17:13 6 ➤ 21:09 7 ➤ 27:01 8 ➤ 40:02 9 ➤ 41:26 10 ➤ 48:01 11 ➤ 51:10 12 ➤ 54:04 13 ➤ 56:04 14 ➤ 1:04:16 15 ➤ 1:06:21 ----- 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

Hey there, friends. I hope you're having a beautiful day so far. I hope that your week goes amazingly the rest of the way through, and I hope that the rest of the month treats you very well. It's crazy to me that we're already past the midway point of December. This month feels like it's just gone way too quickly. I hope you're all staying warm if you're out here in the U.S. where it's cold, or I guess not just the U.S., this hemisphere where it's currently winter. if you're in the other hemisphere where it's currently summer.

I hope you're enjoying the heat. It's pretty cold. We've gotten a lot of snow here in southern Minnesota. As I mentioned, I think it was last week. It's been awesome, though. I love snow, and I love winter, so I'm happy. Very happy. All right.

I won't take any more every time. I hope you guys enjoy the glitch stories this week. I know it's two weeks in row with that, but it's because I screwed up the last one, so it was really late. And yeah, um, hope I see you get in here very soon, but until then, enjoy. Hi, I found your content when I was Googling around trying to see if I could sort out what happened to me. I'm dyslexic, so normally I would avoid writing anything of length to anyone,

but I kind of want to tell people about this, if only so I feel less crazy. I live in an area that was all farmland, but has boomed into a city in the last 20 years, but the farm and marsh areas still fill in whatever hasn't been converted. My drive to work is about 15 minutes, and if I have an extra five minutes to spare, I sometimes detour on a route that winds through older neighborhoods, and then in between fields. This happened on an older road barely big enough for another car to squeeze by as you drive. I like it, though, because I wind through a number of fields where animals are kept. I don't know much about raising livestock, but the fields cycle through cows and sheep.

I assume they get moved around to other fields when they've stripped one and come back when more grazing stuff has grown in. Plus, there are some horses that are always there. It's relaxing, and I like seeing the animals doing their things, and sometimes a new baby lamb or calf or something. It's a good way to start the day, in my opinion. This happened on Monday. I was driving my old Mazda SUV and creeping slow around the curves, maybe 15 miles per hour, when I went over a bump. I don't mean like a pothole. I mean like the passenger side went higher.

than the driver's side, and I was tossed around in my seat a bit. It was loud and really jarring. I could feel my own heart thudding. I immediately put the car in park and looked in all of my mirrors trying to see what I just ran over. I couldn't see anything, and I got out of my car absolutely terrified. I was sure that I must have just hit one of the animals, or worst case, a person. I circled behind my car and then all the way around

and then got on my hands and knees on the road and looked under. Nothing. Not an animal or a branch or anything. I searched the whole area around the road for a minute still trying to calm my heart. I admit I was doubly terrified because my bank account is always around zero, and I really, really did not need this right now. But not only was there nothing, my SUV was totally fine.

Even the tires. No damage at all. That's when I realized how quiet it was. I mean dead, quiet. No wind or sounds of animals and birds. I looked over the wood and barbed wire fence into the fields around me, and there were no animals. Not weird out of context, like I said, sometimes the animals are moved around for a bit, but the thing is that before I had stopped, the field to the right had been teeming with sheep.

I had literally noticed the sheep specifically right before I hit whatever it was because I had noticed some of the sheep had been shorn and had paint on them. I think this is normal. I sometimes see sheep with painted symbols on them. I think it's a way for the owner to mark them for one reason or another. For sure, the field had been full of sheep doing their sheep things. I double-checked my own memory, but I was certain that I was not misremembering from another day. I hadn't even gone in this way for a while.

The field is big, with scraggly trees and a homemade fence outlining it, and there isn't a barn or anything. It's a contained area with nowhere for sheep to vanish to. It had also been a decent amount of sheep. It would have taken time for a whole herd to run off somewhere. Instead, the field was empty, and so was the field on the other side of the road. It was totally quiet, like nothing in the world was moving except my feet on the road, and the ticks of my engine as it cooled down.

I felt super uneasy and weird. I looked around one more time and then climbed back into the Mazda and just sat there for a moment. My water bottle and a few other things that had been on the passenger seat were now on the floor, having been thrown when my car hit whatever it was. After a bit, I started the car and slowly eased my way down the road. The sound, for lack of a better description, came back when I suddenly, could loudly hear banging from the train cars a ways down as I approached a train crossing. There's like a train loading station a ways down.

Then the sounds of the birds and plants and just the air existing were back. Everything was normal, and I was passing cars and bikers as I followed my route to work. I was late to work, the whole thing took maybe five minutes, but when I pulled into the parking lot at work, my car clock said that I was an hour and ten minutes late. That made no sense at all. I had left early, and should have been on time even with the delay. My first thought was maybe whatever I hit caused like an electrical issue. I knew my car clock had been correct because I had literally reset the time the day before because of daylight savings.

I checked my phone and my phone confirmed I had looked. lost an hour somehow. Confirmed again when my co-workers joked and asked if I had slept through my alarms. But I hadn't. I drove the same way home that day, very slowly and cautiously. And the only thing of note was that the sheep were in that field just like they had been. Nothing was wrong at all. I'm just kind of confused.

I've even checked the local news repeatedly throughout. the week in case there was some kind of article about something being hit by a car there or something, but there isn't anything. I just don't know what to think. Lasagne sur-joled, puissance-molyne for 15 minutes. We're like their dojo. Pre-to-vere the pleasure with the Ojo. The casino on-line that proposes the most recent machine-ass-sou

and the games of casino in direct. Profite of 50 tours gratu on Big Bas Bonanza. without its exigences of mese and with payments instantane. Hey, I've got gained. Woohoo! Sentire the pleasure. Play-Ojo!

108 and plus, 1, 1,000 depot only, exclude in Ontario. 50 tours gratuys on the machine-a-subic-Bas Bonanza. Deposmineum of 10 dollars. Veilies to play the conditions apply.

When you were little, you've been braced in course of recreat, always in trying to negotiate, exchange these cards of hockey, these bonhom, these bracelets, even de collation.

You know that each has a value very before to have been before to have been the chance have not really changed. Negoti-titre TD you permit to renouwer with your instinct of negotiation.

With, without operation gratuit, no amount of minimum and no frets mensuel. You're made for negotiate, and the appellee-negotcy-titre-T-D is made for you aid. Telecharge it right now. I discovered your channel

and spent hours upon hours since then listening to all of the experiences. I've had lots of weird stuff happening to me during my 42 years of existence. I wrote you three, which I think match your channel and its demographic audience the best.

Thank you. This happened to me in the early 90s, when I was seven or eight years old. We had taken a school trip with teachers, parents, and siblings to around four hours drive away, to a small East Finnish town called Savonlena. It is famous for its 15th century, Olive and Lena, castle, which was a small east-finish town called Savonlena. castle, which we visited too. There's a story about how a young maiden lost her life in the castle. She fell in love with an enemy Russian soldier.

They met in secrecy often, and one day the soldier asked if they could meet inside the castle at nighttime. The young woman agreed. When the night fell, she went to let the man in, but instead of just him, there was a whole army waiting for her. She had been fooled. The men attacked the castle, but they couldn't invade it, and were driven off. The woman who had no part in this was sentenced to death for treason. She was buried alive in a wall of the castle's inner yard.

As a sign of her innocence, a roin tree grew out of her heart and through the wall. This is a story a guide will always tell you when you take a tour in the castle. We were standing in the inner yard when the guide told the story. Next to me was a couple who I didn't know. I heard them saying, Wow, look at that, it's so high. I took a look at what they were looking at and there was a small yet very green and lively looking roan tree.

It was growing out from the wall, really high up from the ground. I kept looking at this sight and pondering with my little child's brain, how on earth could a rowan tree grow there? How did the seed get there? Where does it get all of its nutrition and water from? It was really bizarre. I inspected it for many minutes, together with this couple. Now, fast forward, and I'm 17.

My best friend is now living in Savonlena. I went to visit her, and together we went to the Olive and Lena castle. I told her that I wished to see the Rowan tree again. There was a tour group waiting to go, so we decided to head inside the castle first, so that we wouldn't be in the way of the tour group. We circled around the castle, but I didn't see the Rowan tree. I pondered if it had fallen down or had been cut down. We caught up with the tour group on top of one of the watchtowers.

The tower guide was telling her group the story of the innocent maidens, so my friend and I stayed a bit further away and eavesdropped on the story. The guide told that there had been a rowan tree growing on one of the castle walls, but it had come down in a bad storm in the 1950s. I told my friend, that can't be true. I saw it in the early 90s. When I later did research of the castle's Rowentry, it had indeed come down in the 1950s

during an especially heavy storm. The castle's official webpage says it too. Not only that, but there was a photo of said Rowan tree that I discovered, and it was nothing like what I had seen. It was a very tiny, thin, wimpy-looking little thing. On top of that, it grew in the wrong spot, near a castle's roof's edge.

The row and tree that I and the unknown couple saw in the 90s was a very lush, healthy green tree and grew around the midway of the castle's inner yard's wall. What's especially mysterious about this is that when I spoke with another friend about this mysterious tree, she also said that she had seen it in the 90s in the exact same spot where I saw it. There are no records of any other rowan trees,

or any other tree growing out from the castle's wall, except the one that was photographed which had come down in the 50s. And that one wasn't the one that I saw. Hello there, Raven. Before we begin, I just want to say that I love your podcasts. I listen almost every night to help me sleep. You have a large library of stories, and I hope this helps add to it. Thank you very much.

I don't know if the story is a glitch or paranormal, but it is 100% true. I work security. Not a glamorous job, but it pays the bills. 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. and night shift people will understand that weird stuff happens from time to time. I've had footsteps all around me and things blow off the shelves at me, but nothing like what I'm about to tell you. We work 12-hour shifts divided into driving in camera duties, aka one person is on the road and checking out multiple properties, while one person is at a base camp watching the cameras for all of the properties. We rotate out every two to three hours, and this is where it happens.

I was on camera duty at this time, approximately 3.30 in the morning, waiting for the driver to come back so that we could switch. So I grab my gear and sit back down and get ready to put it in, all while verifying on camera that he was at his last stop before returning here for our swap. Without any warning, I hear a very loud and panicked banging on the door, like someone's in trouble. hard hits on the door like someone is pleading for help over and over. Instinctively, I jumped out of my chair to check on it. There's no good way of describing what I saw when I opened the door. It was just black, but blacker than black. Unnaturally so.

Then, before I could even react, something in the shadows of the blackness leaped out and attacked me. That's when I woke up. in my chair, fully geared up and ready to switch out with the driver who was still parked at the same spot that he was before any of this happened. I believe some sort of weird time distortion event may have happened. I only gear up when I see the driver leaving the last spot, which is only two minutes tops. Not sure what happened, but whatever it was happened in the span of less than two minutes, but also felt like a long-ass time.

Thank you for your time, Raven, signed Pete. I have lived in Texas for about six months now. Me and my family moved down here from Washington State due to my husband's work. That being said, anyone from Texas knows the roads are not the most smooth and need a lot of work done to them. On the day this happened, I had a doctor's appointment that I was running late to, so I, took a shortcut, hoping I would get there faster. I happened to get stuck behind a large truck carrying a lot of rocks. One of the rocks flew out and cracked my windshield.

I was very upset knowing that I would have to replace it because it's quite costly. After my doctor appointment, I went home and went in for the day. The next morning I woke up to take my two kids to school, and when I got into my car, the entire crack was gone. I mean, not a scratch. My husband could not have fixed it himself because we can't replace it ourselves. We would have to take it to Chevrolet to even get a repair done due to it having special sensors. To this day, I have no idea what happened, and it continues to bother me all the way to this day. Thank you for reading my story, and I really hope you are enjoying your new house, Raven.

Thank you very much. When I was at the age of 10 or 11 years old, I was living with my mother and sister in a small suburban town in Pennsylvania. The apartment that we lived in was somewhat small, had it upstairs and downstairs with three rooms. The room in which this glitch happened was the master bedroom upstairs. On a cold November day in 2011, my sister and I were home alone and hanging out in her room. After some time we both run out of our rooms and look at each other in confusion because we had heard three loud knocks coming from a door inside the master bedroom. Now, that apartment that we lived in was kind of strange.

And the reason I say this is because the door the knocks came from led to a hallway to other apartments within the upstairs building itself. My sister and I carefully headed over toward the door, staring at it, as two more loud knocks came through. After they stopped, we slowly opened the door only to find that nobody was there. Now, I know what you're thinking. This isn't a glitch. It's supernatural, right?

Well, just hold on a few more minutes there, and let me tell you something that definitely set in stone as a glitch in the Matrix. After we had investigated, we closed the door and stood there for a solid two or three minutes talking about what the hell had just happened. A moment later, I decided to try something. I opened the door once again. This time, a small piece of the wall to the right side of the hallway had just vanished. Seriously, a chunk of the wall was gone, and my sister and I could see the roof of the building to the back of our apartment building.

We snap our heads toward each other. a confused look on both of our faces. I look back at the missing chunk of wall, knowing that what we were seeing was indeed real. We heard the rooftop AC going, all the normal sounds of the town, everything. I closed the door pretty quickly this time. What the hell just happened?

exclaimed my sister. I replied, just shaking my head in confusion. It felt like an eternity before we, could snap out of it, a chill going down both of our spines. I remember taking a look at the door again, just curious as to what it could have been. Being a kid, my mind was running to all sorts of weird places, like parallel universes accidentally morphing with our timeline, somehow messing things up. I thought of a lot of things, and had I said them to anyone else, I would have been committed.

Eventually I snapped out of my thoughts, and power walked toward the door one last time, opening it with a great amount of force, only to find that the chunk of the wall was bad. Everything was back to normal, like my sister and I didn't just experience one of the weirdest things of our lives. To be honest, I look back on that moment as the day my sister and I kind of woke up, realizing that there is more to this world than meets the eye. It's one moment neither of us will ever forget. And honestly, it felt kind of therapeutic writing this out. Thank you, Raven, for allowing me to submit this,

and I hope that you were as confused as we were. Hi, Raven, a new subscriber here. I stumbled across your channel a couple of months ago, talking about people's stories and glitches, in the Matrix stories. I didn't even know what a glitch in the Matrix was until watching your stories, and it dawned on me thinking, wow, so that's what happened all them years ago. Anyway, here's my story.

I passed my driving test back in 2009 and got my first car, nothing fancy, just an old renowned Cleo. I showed two of my friends, and they were just as excited as I was talking about all. all the places we could travel to now, and all the days out that we could have. All three of us were super interested in haunted buildings, scary places, cemeteries, things like that. It didn't take us long to mutually agree, let's go somewhere scary. And we decided we were going to go to Dumfries in Scotland, to visit castles and various other creepy places, as it has a rich history and is only about a two-hour drive from our house in Newcastle, England.

The day before we left, I went to the shop and bought myself a satellite navigation system, as I had no idea where exactly I was going. It was a good one. I paid roughly 160 pounds, so not a cheap one. While playing with it and looking online at the route that we would take, I saw that we'd travel through a road called A-75. It turns out that is known as Scotland's Ghost Road, of strange sightings and reports.

We were all super excited. Wow, heading to a scary place while driving on a supposedly haunted road, it's two for the price of one, we joked. So the big day comes, and we set off in the car. Navigation all set up. and off we go. The trip was quite uneventful, just talking about some places we can go to when we get there

and hoping to see ghosts or something scary, but little did we know that it would be something unforgettable. Our minds drifted away from the A-75 road. We were just going to be driving on it, so it was never our main intent. It was just an extra. Our main place was Dumfries. so we forget about the supposed haunted road.

We don't get too far from our destination, and I, for some reason, ended up taking a wrong turn along the country roads. Very narrow roads. Trees overhanging low on the road to where they were brushing the top of my car. Eventually, the road opens up and I'm able to get up to speed again, about 60 miles per hour. Not the smartest move as I have never driven this particular random country road in the middle of nowhere. I'm a much more careful driver now.

Following the road while we were still going about 60 miles per hour, my satellite navigation system freaks out. Like when you put a magnet on a compass, telling me to turn left, turn right, you turn down a non-existent road. While still driving, I'm pressing buttons trying to get. head it to work again. When I look up and then see some crossroads dead ahead. I slammed my brakes on it, but it was too late.

I skidded over the crossroads, nearly teaboning a car driving westways on the road. I was traveling north. Luckily, I was able to skid back on the road and missed the nearby wall. It took about 20 seconds to get my thoughts back in place after thinking I just nearly killed us all. my next thought was the other car. I got out and ran to the crossroads I just flew over to see if the driver was okay.

There was no car. No debris? Nothing. I checked and ran back to my car and asked my friends if they had seen where the car went, and they said no. There was no way the car could have gone out of view. The road was straight all the way to the horizon.

No turn off. no places to hide, no ditches or trees or bushes, just a straight road in farmers' field with nothing growing in them. Where the heck did that car go? And why didn't it stop after just getting into a very probable fatal collision? We regained our thoughts and decided that it might have been time to head back home, as we just weren't feeling too excited about visiting Dumfries anymore. So I checked my satellite navigation system, which seemed to be working fine again, and typed my home address in to head back home. My heart sank after seeing where we were at.

I had just skidded over the A-75, the haunted road I had mentioned earlier. So many questions. Where did that car disappear to? Why didn't it stop? And why did my navigation system glitch out near the most haunted road in Scotland? I'm not sure if this was a ghost car or a glitch in the Matrix, but we all saw that other car, never to be seen again. I grew up as a weird kid who was obsessed by werewolves at the age of six.

I'm trying to conjure aliens to appear above my home at the age of nine, and who pondered the possibilities of parallel universes, at the age of 12. Long before the internet existed, and the only way to get information was to find a way to the library and read. Of course, the next natural step on this trajectory was to get into divination.

I made my first runes at the age of 16 from a thin alder branch. Just thick enough for me to be able to get round flat runes out of them and draw, with a marker, each run symbol carefully on a piece of paper, and then glue them to the alder pieces. Since my first runes, I've gotten into Oracle cards, taro and divination by amulets,

postcards, even coins. I partially earned my living with divination orders when I was studying and I'm still a part-time Oracle, for lack of a better word, because I don't feel that a medium or a psychic really fits me as a description. However, if you want to later, me, I can say that I'm used to all kinds of weird occurrences happening and know the gimmicks

of the spirit world inside out, from poltergeist to possessions and from past lives to astral traveling. But this one event in my life took even me by surprise. My apartment is a small studio apartment, enough to fit in a bed, a sofa, and a living room table, which altogether take up half of the living space. My bed is positioned to the right. hand side from the sofa and the living room table. My sofa and the table work as my working space for all of my needs. I write, get letters and postcards ready, eat, draw, design, sort items and organize my sticker collection, study, talk with online friends, plan, and do all work tasks, including those times when I'm filling my client's divination orders. Pretty much everything

that happens in my life outside sleeping happens at this spot. The divination process itself is simple. I introduce the client to the spiritual world, tell what they want to know, and then shuffle decks until the reading is done. Unlike many readers, my way of working with the decks is what I call a freestyle. I shuffle and shuffle and let the cards fly out from the deck on their own.

Because of this method, sometimes some rogue cards fly out and go hiding underneath the table or the sofa without me noticing them. I usually spot them the next day at the latest, albeit sometimes a week has passed when I have found a lonely card hiding on the floor. If there are multiple rogue cards, they're always scattered hafazerly here and there. Sideways, upside down, turned up, turned facing down on the floor, on top of each other, and so on. I had a really busy day on this particular day when the incident happened. It was mid-July, 2024.

I had been working with the client orders for hours because I had a special July sale on my online store and reading orders were pouring in. I had been using almost all of my decks to answer various questions and to give assistance to people when they wanted to know something about themselves, or what decision would be the best one in their case. One client particularly had a question about their love life, the most popular question of all time.

So for this client's case, I used an Oracle card deck specifically meant for love-related inquiries. It is a pink deck with romantic paintings of couples, often accompanied with sheribs, and underneath every painting is a word for the card and a short description for the cart's topic. Such as, Passion. Allow your heart and soul to sing with joy. This particular deck was a new one in my ever-growing deck collection. I had gotten it as a Christmas present for my sister last year, so I had not used it as much yet. It was a little wild one,

often making cards fly all over the place while shuffling, throwing the cards around with such force that I had to pick up cards meant for a client's reading off from the floor. Trust me when I say that every single deck has a personality of its own, and they don't always come along with you or are in a mood for work. Ask this from anyone who deals with divination, and they will tell you the same. When I finally got all the client cases done for that day, I gathered my cards, put them back in their cases,

and placed them in their own storage space in my drawer, where I store all other spiritually related items, too, like sage, crystals and stones, ruins, amulets, all the stuff. I was happy that the day had been so productive, and I wished especially that the client with the love-related question had gotten what they asked for, especially when the deck I used was still new to me, and I was still getting familiar with it. I continued my day normally and went to bed when the day was over, as usual. The next afternoon, while sitting on the sofa, I got an urge to go to a grocery store,

which is located half a mile from my home. Strange, I thought, because I had no particular need for anything, from the store, but I decided to follow this inner calling anyway. If nothing else, I could always stock up on something I will use anyway. And beside that, I could get a little walk outside. I got up from the sofa, getting ready to leave when I sat back down, this time on the edge of my bed thinking, what should I actually stock up on from the supermarket?

Something big and heavy or something small and easy to carry. Do I need to take a backpack with me? Or will just a regular shopping tote bag be sufficient? Right then, I noticed something on the floor. Underneath the sofa, just at the edge, which I can only see if I sit on my bed on that exact spot where I was sitting. There were cards. Two of them. From the Romance Oracle deck, I was using yesterday for the client's reading.

Like I said, finding rogue cards. which have somehow slipped past me while shuffling is nothing unusual. But these cards weren't normal. Instead of me discovering these rogue cards from their usual spot where they typically fly, these two cards were on a spot where cards can't fall. Besides that, they weren't haphazardly spread here and there. They were aligned with one another, neatly placed side by side,

their picture side upside and all cards in an upright position facing towards. me. To add the cherry on top of this weird thing that I was seeing, a sticker of a cat was placed on top of one of the cards. Not any sticker of any cat. This was an image of a cat who was in love. This cute Japanese sticker, which was left over for my sticker collection, its paws pressed against its chest, with a small smile and a heart dangling above its head. I couldn't believe my eyes. First of all, I had not noticed missing cards the day before when I used the deck. Albeit possible, I had missed two cards and they had fallen while shuffling. When I shuffled the decks, the cards fall in front of me, not to my sides.

These cards were on the right-hand side, where I sit on the sofa while working, and for the cards to even fall that far, they would need to fly over the sofa's handrest and then curve back underneath the sofa. I had never had any cards fly over the handrest. Second, these cards were from the Romance deck, and the cat sticker was also a love-related sticker. Too suspicious to be a mere coincidence. Third, I had no memory of the last time I had seen that leftover cat sticker.

I remember that I sorted that specific sticker box months ago, maybe even last year in November. and since the box contained five pieces of each design, I only took one of each to my collection, and I placed the rest in their box. I have no idea where the sticker came from and how this sticker had actually found its way on top of the cards. I was so surprised that I actually went for my phone

and took a picture of this all before touching the cards. After documenting what I was seeing, I reached for the cards. This was clearly a message for me, even when I had not asked for any messages or signs. This had to be an important one, since there were two cards and a sticker placed on one, like emphasizing, hey, you pay attention to this. When I reached out for the cards, I realized something shocking. There weren't two cards. There were five.

This was not just two cards, but two piles of cards. placed so precisely on top of one another that the cards underneath the top card were not visible. Absolutely impossible for rogue cards. Someone had to take my cards and place them in two neat piles next to one another with an upright position facing me, then snuggle the cards underneath my sofa at an exact spot which is only visible from one spot on my bed.

The spot where I typically sit when getting ready to leave. the house. Then, look for a sticker, choose a cat in love sticker from my hundreds of leftover stickers to match a romance oracle card deck, and then put that sticker on top of the cards. I spread the cards on the floor in front of me. It spelled, new love, attraction, romantic feelings, honeymoon, and release your ex. The two cards on top of the piles read, the time has come to clear your energy and enjoy the bliss of holiday time together. The rest, the other three cards underneath these two, said, Your feelings are real and worth exploring.

You attract romantic love by enjoying this moment fully, and a new person has stirred your romantic feelings. The thing is, that I have been single my whole adult life. I have never been married when people of my age are often in their second marriage or have been married at least once. I had a boyfriend when I was young, but he was an immature jerk. I have no crushes on anyone either, so I took the message as, Get Ready, someone's arriving, and you'll meet him the easiest by enjoying your life.

The past experiences are now the past. After I discovered the cards with the sticker from the floor, I never put the cards back in their case with the other cards. They're in a separate space. in my drawer. The cat sticker is also a special item for me now. I have saved it, placing it near my home altar to remind me to stay positive and happy. While I consider myself very knowledgeable regarding anything paranormal, I still don't know

who sent me this message. I know it must have happened when I slept, and no, I don't sleepwalk, never have, although apparently I mutter in my sleep and toss and turn a lot. but who had their fingers on my cards. If I had to guess, I would point my finger at my belated grandmother from my father's side, but it can as well be my spirit guide Ian. Or someone else from this family line who I don't know,

like a great-great-aunt. A past-life loved one, who has not been born but resides in the afterlife as a spirit? Or maybe just a spirit passing by? I'm used to getting signs and synchronicity like numbers, items, words, songs, dreams, images, videos. Once, I got three different colored roses lying on a street that I have taken the last 10 years without ever seeing any flowers. But this is a one-of-a-kind experience. I'm still single a year after receiving this message, so I just hope that I'm following its guidance correctly.

Welcome to aboard via Raii. Embarked and profite. Embarked and celebrate. Rigolet. Publiere. Savoyer. Admire. Admirriere and profite. Viaray, the voice that we love. It's something else here now. Something new. From, exclusively on Paramount Plus, it's the series Stephen King calls Scarious Hell. Everything here is impossible, but it's also real. Sci-fi vision comes at the best show streaming right now. We're running out of time and we still don't know the rules.

Don't miss what the movie blog calls something you need to watch. Saving those children is how we all go home. From Binge All Episodes exclusively on Paramount Plus. Hi, Raven. If you're reading this, thank you. I really appreciate all the videos you make. I appreciate you watching and listening, my friend. This happened last summer. I was out with my friend going to grab some food.

We ate our food and went on our way home. On the way, we came across a street. My friend was walking in front of me and saw a puddle of water. It was a rainy day and the rain had stopped a few minutes before we went to the restaurant. And the weird thing is, it was only raining on that specific puddle of water. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky, nor above, the puddle. There was no source of the drizzle. There was no pipe or anything above it at all. It was just unexplainable. How was it even possible for some water to drizzle into a small puddle

with no source? We were very confused and we even joked about how it was a glitch in the matrix. I tried looking it up and got no results. As anyone seen or encountered anything similar? If so, please share it in the comments so I can possibly make sense of this somehow. Hey Raven, this is my first submission, and I don't know if you'll use it, but I'm still excited either way to share it with you. It's definitely not the most abnormal glitch, but I still feel it was genuine. I work at an ice cream store in a small town in Oklahoma. I guess I better preface that I also have ADHD, and I take Adderall to help me with

my daily functions. I'm not necessarily a complete mess, but it's more of a controlled chaos situation with me. I can sympathize with that. My day-to-day is chaotic, but there's also a touch of normality, so I do have my fingers on the pulse, if that makes sense. I arrive late to work every day, but it's consistent. Now that the introduction is over, this story is just about a set of lost keys, but the night that it happened didn't make sense. I drive a 2019 Jeep Wrangler, and although not the newest, it still requires the key fob to be within whatever proximity to the vehicle to be started.

Normally I keep my keys in my apron pocket, or sometimes throw them in front of one of the three registers at the store, but they're always visible, because as the saying goes with ADHD, out of sight, out of mind. If not in my apron or a register, they're on top of a shelf above our prep sink. But again, still visible. When I took my break, I went to my dad's house to get a plate of some leftover Mexican food that I had made the day prior. But I took it back to the parking lot at my job to have ten minutes of peace and gluttony.

I keep a small plastic bag in my car for trash, and once I finished my food, I tossed the paper plate in the bag, and grabbed it to trash inside the store. Filled with old receipts and other garbage, it came back from break with me and went into the first trash can to the right of the side entrance. Another couple of hours pass, and it's finally time to go, so without much thought,

I had to shop our little market, we get a discount and I needed paper towels and blueberries, and then exit the store assuming my keys are somewhere on me. I immediately questioned if I even locked, my door earlier for whatever reason, and then realized I didn't, and I started to look for my key set. I guess, luckily, my door was unlocked, albeit out of character, but I began to look for my keys. They weren't anywhere. I tried to start my Jeep thinking maybe they were somewhere inside the vehicle, but got the alert that they weren't detected, so I couldn't make a move.

I just chalked it up to me being an idiot and not paying attention, so I walked back inside and casually looked around my normal drop-off spots. Nothing. I then thought, maybe I was really not paying attention, and I tossed them into the little plastic trash bag I brought in the store and threw them there. I looked inside the trash can, and luckily we were short-staffed, so the trash hadn't been thrown or changed yet, and I saw my black little bag. I checked it out, and I didn't see anything beside the paper plate of food I had eaten earlier and miscellaneous trash I had tossed in earlier. I then started to freak out, because it was 11 p.m. and now I realized my keys were actually missing, and I had to snap into it. I walked through my routine and couldn't find a thing.

I went back to my car, and after searching for a few minutes and trying to restart my Jeep with fail, recruited a fellow employee to help me. She was in the parking lot, but came to my aid immediately. I looked in the trash can again, the same one with my bag of garbage and plate of Mexican food, and I didn't see anything. I even picked up the entire trash can and shook it to see if I could hear the jingling of the keys,

but nothing. The trash can was full and everything was visible, so I know I didn't miss anything. I then started checking, ridiculous spots like lockers that I know I didn't use, areas I know I didn't even attend, and places that would be insane for my keys to end up in. I decided that I needed to call my store manager to review the cameras just to see what I did when I came back from my break.

Fortunately, the other manager on duty had a decent amount of knowledge on how to work the cameras, so she started to help. I told her that I had come back from my break at 905, and while she was trying to work, work our wonky and dated keyboard. I was going to go, for whatever reason, back to my Jeep just in case and check the trash can again. I went back to my car and checked everywhere, and tried to start it again, but again, failure. I even checked underneath, but couldn't find a thing. I walked back in and pulled out the trash can for the third time.

I saw my plate of food, my trash, but continued to look and dig. Then, at the very bottom, I saw my set of keys and freaked out. I ran into the kitchen and yelled, I found him. I went to the office to thank my manager, just as she found the footage of the time I came back from my break, and even showed me throwing away my little trash bag. I was so happy to leave work that it didn't dawn on me until later, that I should have found them the first time around. I dug thoroughly twice before finding them.

I had three people helping me search. I don't know why I looked in the same place multiple times, but I swear I thought about those stories where you ask the universe to return something and you get a response. Did I really miss my keys in the trash? Or did the universe know that my manager was about to see the footage and there was nothing it could do to prevent the reality? Maybe this isn't a glitch. Maybe it's silliness, but this key set up.

was not there. So why all of the sudden, when multiple people were going to view recorded reality, did I find them? Hey, Raven. I so enjoy listening to your glitch stories on my way home from work. After 12 hours at the hospital, your stories are exactly what I need. The pleasure is all mine, friend. This is my second food-related glitch. I've had quite a few odd things happen in my life, but this just makes zero sense.

Let me back up. I have a weekly gathering at my home with friends and family. We get together to practice music. Rehearsal takes a few hours, so I typically provide dinner. My daughter almost always brings dessert. This week my daughter called and asked me to please pick up my granddaughter so that my daughter could enjoy a class at her new gym before rehearsal. I agreed and my husband and I picked her up.

I asked if she had enough time to put snacks together, and she apologized and said that she hadn't done anything yet. We went to the house with our granddaughter, and I decided to make a quick box cake. Nothing too fancy or hard. Just a quick toffee cake. Three eggs, one cup of water, quarter cup of oil. I grabbed the eggs from the fridge, three left in the carton, so perfect.

My granddaughter stood next to me ready to lend a hand. I grabbed the first egg and hit it on the granite countertop. The audible crack was loud and unmistakable. I turned the egg over and saw the perfect round dimple where the egg had broken, including small crack lines running towards the center of the obvious dimple. Without thinking at all, I spun the egg crack dimpled down to sink my thumbs into the crack to pour it into the bowl. It was gone. I didn't believe it was gone.

I mean, who would? I assumed I had overshot the crack and spun the egg in my hand. I yelled for my husband to come as my head literally started to spin. The egg was 100% whole. No dimple, no cracks. I considered the weights of the egg contents must have pushed the dimple back into the original shape. So I pressed all over. No cracks.

I flipped the egg away from where the crack should have been. I again hit the egg on the counter, and this time it created a jagged line crack. No dimple. I poured the egg into the batter. Both myself and my husband examined the shell. There were no other cracks noted from inside the shell. I considered that maybe I was remembering cracking another egg, but no. There were still two eggs in the carton waiting to be cracked.

Just, FYI, it is so... hard to keep it together in front of your grandchild when your egg randomly fixes itself while you're baking together. I don't remember when it all started, but whenever I remember a deja vu thing, I sometimes wouldn't realize that I've experienced that scene until a few minutes later, instead of a few seconds. Then I can see every version of me seeing and experiencing the same exact thing. kind of like where there is a mirror in front of you and behind you,

and you see yourself in the mirror infinitely. I've noticed that I've already lived this section of my timeline and I'm reliving it until the next deja vu loop things occur. Basically a time loop within its own time loop. This is very hard to explain. I hope you can understand that. Even though I'm experiencing this, I still live through that past,

of the timeline, as it's supposed to happen. Meaning that all the experiences of deja vu makes all of my actions, thoughts, and feelings inevitable. I can't change the past at all. So basically I know I'm in the past, but I still live through the timeline as it's written out for me. I don't realize my brain is doing this until after it happens. So I have no control over when it'll happen again.

It just happens randomly. Or, in other words, the timeline knows when it will happen because it's inevitable. However, I have no clue when it does. You can basically say that I'm living my normal life like everyone else. But in my consciousness, I'm living my life longer since I keep jumping back to the past without realizing it as a time loop within the time loop. I understand if some people don't believe this, but this has been happening for years. years. I always just brush it off as normal. I know one day in the far future, the answer to all of the deja vu time loops that I'm experiencing will be explained in some sort of way. This also

gave me the understanding that our mind is a time machine. Sorry if this is long, but I wanted people to hear this story. I understand if people don't believe it, but this is a true story. and if you guys still think it's just normal deja vu like everyone else has said when I told a few family members then you're wrong. It's not deja vu. I know it isn't. I hope by writing this, someone who listens to this story

will have a similar experience to mine and that I'm not the only one who has experienced this non-deja-vous thing. And thank you, Raven, for reading my story. Hi brother, and thank you for the channel and greetings from the UK. Hello to you, Paul, and greetings from Minnesota. My inexplicable tale dates back to 1996 when I was living in the south coastal town of Hastings, UK. I was carrying my three-year-old daughter back home from a trip out to the beach. We had just rounded the corner onto our street.

It was around midday, bright, and warm. Suddenly, I noticed a child's hairbrush in the gutter, lying sadly between two parked cars. It had a ribbon tied cutely around its handle. I connected with it on an emotional level, but decided to leave it, thinking that the owner would return to look for it. We sauntered on down the street, after what I would guess would be 20 or 30 more feet. I see an exact copy of the original brush lying between two. parked cars.

My ears started throbbing as I spun around. I now had to check out that first hairbrush. Somehow, the street just wasn't long enough and there was no original hairbrush to be found. It sounds like a simple, almost insignificant happening, but it rocked my world. It was a very real event, which would forever make me question the true nature of reality. annoyingly I could never remember if the little hairbrush was blue with a pink ribbon or pink with a blue ribbon. I have a feeling, though, that had it not been for that little hairbrush, marker, I may never have realized what I believe to be some kind of realm, rip, or tear in time.

Best wishes to everyone, signed Paul. Hi, Raven. I've been listening for about a year now. I'm a truck driver, and you keep you keep you. me company during my shifts. That's an absolute honor, my friend. I have a lot of different stories, some of them going back to childhood. I've had a couple different careers

and lived in a few different places, so you'll get stories ranging all of those. I figure I'll start with one, and then as I get time to send you more, I'll just keep replying to this email. Let's start with when I was driving tractor trailer over the road. I used to help on, on an account in the western United States that ran up and down the I-25 corridor.

Most runs took us on I-25, but a lot of the places we delivered were well off the interstate and into very rural areas. I got to be very familiar with the state and county highways in Wyoming, South Dakota, Colorado, and so on. The one run that I did I was very familiar with. It usually ran at least twice a week, and I would get it at least once a month. I would exit Interstate 25 in Douglas, Wyoming, and then head straight north. I would be on the road for several hours. There wasn't much out there to look at,

especially since I did a good part of the run in the pre-dawn darkness. Most of my family is on the east coast. As dawn is breaking in Wyoming, my family is already awake and starting their day. Oftentimes, my mom would give me a call during her morning coffee. This morning was no different. Right as the sun was coming up, my phone rings. I have my Bluetooth headset ready, and I answer the call. My mom and I say good morning, and I get the gossip for the day.

She asks me what I'm looking at, and I tell her something along the lines of, I'm looking at the grasslands of northern Wyoming. I then tell her that I'm seeing something pretty cool. Right at that moment, a 1930s or 1940s large sedan has crested the next hill and is coming toward me. Now, my mom is a lifelong classic car enthusiast. She can tell you the make, model, and sometimes even the year of a car from a description. I don't know how she does it. She asks me what it is, and I tell her that I don't know.

I have a lot better knowledge of 1960s muscle cars than I do of 1940s sedan. I tell her that I'll give her a better description when we get closer. Now, to set it up, I'm on a very slight downhill, and so is the oncoming car. Based on a rough estimate of our speeds, we're going to meet in the small valley. This is not a big hill. This is just undulating grasslands. I can see this car as clear as day. I tell Mom it's a dark brown or black. It has a long hood and a big grill along with round headlights.

I tell her it looks like a gangster car out of a film noir. She thinks maybe a dodge, but she's not sure. So, as we approach, something strange happens. You know how if you're on asphalt and the heat, the heat coming off of the surface creates a shimmering effect, like a mirage? It almost looks like water. It distorts the image of whatever's behind it, making it slightly wavy. You see this on roads or parking lots in the summers.

Now, we're both halfway down our respective slight downhills, and I can see this car. I've already told my mom about this car. I've given her details about what I can see about this car. And then there's a shimmering, like heat distorting. and the car just disappeared. It was gone. And then so was the shimmer. It was just normal again.

The conversation with my mom went exactly as you would think it went. Mom? Yes? The car is gone. What? The car is gone. There was a shimmer and the car just disappeared. Did you get enough sleep?

Of course I got enough sleep. The bleeping car just disappeared. I was scared as I approached the spot where the shimmer had been and the car had disappeared. But you're not stopping a fully loaded tractor trailer in that amount of space. I drove right past it and literally nothing happened. Nothing else glitched. There was no lost time. I didn't even lose cell service. I just talked to my mom the whole time, trying to trying to get her to understand that the car that I had just seen and described to her was no longer in front of me, and it was no longer on the road, nor was it in my rearview mirror. She and I talked for a while more, just processing what happened. My mom and I have both had many paranormal experiences, so this was really not too crazy for us. I finished the rest of the trip with no issues.

I never mentioned it to any of my fellow drivers, good as they all were, because it's hard enough being a woman in the trucking industry without people also thinking you're crazy. And the rest of that summer helping out on that account, I didn't experience anything else like it. The summer came to an end and that account wound down. I would go back over the road for the winter months. The next summer, that account ramped up and they needed people. to help out. Already having familiarity with the routes, my dispatcher asked if I would want to run the account again. The customers were great. My fellow drivers were like family. The routes were pretty easy, and the money was good, so of course I jumped on the chance to go

back out. I did that run a few times that next summer, and nothing else happened. That is, until the end of the summer, and I had one more opportunity to make that run before I left for the winter months. I approached the hill, and coming down, I see that same damn car cresting the hill in front of me. I start internally freaking out, but I can't really lose it because I'm in charge of an 80,000-pound battering ram of a vehicle on a two-lane state highway in the middle of nowhere. The exact same thing happened. The car came down to where it disappeared the first time. There was a shimmer, and the car disappeared at the exact same spot. I don't know what to make of it.

I don't know if it's a glitch or if it was a residual haunting. I did what research I could to find out if there had been an accident on that spot. I'm pretty good with newspaper archives, but it was very rural there back in the 30s and 40s, even more so than it is today. Maybe records weren't kept. There was no memorial on that stretch of highway, and it's not like there was a town nearby where I could stop in and ask anybody. And even if I could, who would remember a car accident from the 1940s?

If anybody has any idea or knows the area and it's happened to them, please, let me know. Hey, Raven, first off, I just want to say thank you. I love your channel, and I work the graveyard shift. Your videos really keep me going through the night. It's an absolute pleasure, my friend. Now, this might sound wild, but I believe I experienced what you would call a glitch in the Matrix. I'll leave it up to you and the viewers to decide, but I know I'm not crazy, and I wasn't imagining this.

I remember celebrating New Year's 1993 twice. I know that sounds impossible, but hear me out. Back in 1993, I was in fifth grade, excited because in about sixth months, I'd be moving on to the sixth grade. I remember New Year's Eve clearly. But what's strange is that when the next year came, which should have been 1994, everyone was celebrating and saying Happy New Year 1993, like time had gone backwards. It was like we relived that year all over again, but nobody else seemed to notice.

I remember looking at my school papers and homework, and seeing the year written as 19. 1993 again. And I remember thinking to myself, didn't we just finish 1993? It's something that has stayed in my mind for decades. It wasn't confusion, and it wasn't a dream. I remember it as clearly as anything else from my childhood. So, you tell me what you think, and once again, thank you for everything you do.

Unfortunately, my take would be entirely worthless on this one, Dan. I was born in 91, so I would have been two. I have no memories of this, but still a bizarre situation and occurrence, for sure. 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. at a moment historic.

You could get a final of the Cup of the World of the FIFA 2026 with Visa. It's just to have a card of credit visa BMO for participate. Inscribe you at BMO.com

bar obliq concour. The Reglements of the Concour is applicable.