As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 113 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: January 29, 2026

Welcome to 113th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 19 stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about disappearing objects, strange happenings, time skips and quantum immortality. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your on supports it! I upload episodes every 3 days, so there are 2 days between new uploads. The podcast consists of new scary story collections, Glitch in the matrix collections, and also what I call the "Dark Dreams" collections (which are older stories, remastered and layered with rain sounds). If you have a story to submit, would like to find where to listen to the podcast, or want to find me on social media platforms, all of that info can be found at https://www.astheravendreams.com You can also send stories into my subreddit (r/theravensdream) or email them to me at [e-mail] Want to check out some ATRD Podcast Merch? ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Or for signed merch ➤ https://ko-fi.com/AsTheRavenDreams I wrote a novel, "The Insomniac's Experiment" by Raven Adams! Check it out on amazon (Or you can email me for a signed copy!) Join Patreon to get early access and support the Podcast! ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out my gaming channel with my pal Ghost_Ink ➤ @superNefariousBros On YouTube Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in todays episode... Preston, babybatz66, Intelligent-Test-476, Katharine G, JGP, Evan H., GC, J T, K. Wilde, strawberry_muffin_22, geritBRIENT, ChickenNugget_000, anon_ymous987, VirtualMud29, heavymetalonthemoon, i-might-be-Obama, Safitira, fikarian, EmbarrassedProcess86 As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story 11 1 ➤ 1:59 2 ➤ 6:48 3 ➤ 10:41 4 ➤ 15:35 5 ➤ 19:05 6 ➤ 21:19 7 ➤ 24:19 8 ➤ 27:45 9 ➤ 29:31 10 ➤ 35:40 11 ➤ 37:20 12 ➤ 38:40 13 ➤ 41:17 14 ➤ 42:35 15 ➤ 46:11 16 ➤ 48:30 17 ➤ 51:13 18 ➤ 54:17 19 ➤ 1:01:20 ----- Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. None of my audio is AI Generated, I am a real person reading real stories into a real microphone. Note: The podcast nor the host endorses any advertisements played during the podcast, ads are not chosen by ATRD or Raven Adams, they are chosen automatically by the advertisement systems by the platforms that host the podcast. I do not endorse, support, or promote any opinions or statements made in any adverts played during the show. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Hey there, friends. Hope you're doing well. I wanted to come in here. I know you guys don't listen to these for my personal life. But I kind of wanted to mention that. I apologize

that I've been a little aloof with my uploading schedule for the podcast. It's been a really hard month for various reasons, and it seems like it just keeps getting harder. As I kind of mentioned in the last episode that I uploaded in the description, on Monday I had to say goodbye to my cat, CJ.

She was 21 years old, so she lived a very long life. I had her from the day she was born to the day she passed. She passed in my arms at the vet. We let her go. She was declining pretty bad there at the end. Yeah, so if I don't upload as frequently as I should be over the next month or so, I'm still kind of messed up. I'm trying my best here, and I will keep things going. And I know personal life always comes first, but I wanted to let you guys know what was going on in my personal life,

just so you all weren't worried that I just kind of disappeared for a week or whatever. I'm going to try not to do that. Um, I guess the only thing I wanted to ask if, if, if you're a praying type or a, a positive vibes, signal, whatever you want to call it, just ask that you send them her way. Um, she's very well loved. And she was, like I said, my baby for 21 years. So, all that said, friends, today we do have some glitch stories for you. Um, I hope it didn't ruin the vibe. Sorry about that. We have some glitch stories for you to enjoy. They were recorded prior to that, so they sound completely normal.

But yeah, enjoy them. Hug your pets if you have them a little tighter for me, please. Let them know you love them. And I'll see you next time. Hello, Raven. I've experienced small glitches throughout my life. Harmless, mostly. Objects vanishing and reappearing in places I know I already checked.

Little moments that just make you pause and scratch your head. However, this one was completely beyond a little moment like that. I believe that for one day, I slipped into an alternate timeline that I wasn't supposed to be in. When I was nine years old, my family moved down to Tennessee because my father was in the military and had been stationed there. We lived off base, so my sister and I attended public school. After two years, my dad was deployed for his second time while living there. This caused my mom to make the decision to move across town to live closer to her sister, to help take care of the four of us children.

Because of this, it caused us to have to switch schools halfway throughout the school year. At the time, I was in fifth grade, and my sisters were in middle school and high school. Time passed, and it eventually came around to where I was about to. to start middle school. This is where the glitch happened. Instead of being taken to the new middle school close to where we now lived, I was taken to the old middle school where my sisters originally went when we first moved down there. This really confused me,

but I brushed it off because I was a kid and adults knew what they were doing. Inside the school, we were seated in the cafeteria by last name and handed our class schedules. However, before I was seated, I saw a girl that I had a crush on back at the old elementary school. She looked at me very confused, like I wasn't supposed to be there. Maybe she was right. I did move schools, so why was she seeing me again? Or was she a part of the simulation and knew that I wasn't supposed to be in this timeline or universe?

The day went like this. I found homeroom, and we did our beginning of the year's school, things, introducing ourselves, syllabus, and finding our lockers. Our lockers were in the hallways and were stacked on top of each other inside the walls. I don't remember my locker number, but I vividly remember the combination. 39.9.11. I continued the day with going to the other classes that were on my schedule. Although, about halfway through the day, the phone rang in the class that

that I was in and I was asked to go to the front office. I was being taken out of school for the rest of the day for an appointment. I got to the front office, and you will not believe who I saw picking me up. It was my dad. Honestly, I didn't even think about it. He was supposed to be deployed overseas and wasn't due back for another couple of months. I know what this looks like, but no, he didn't end up coming back early to surprise me. He wasn't wearing his uniform, he was wearing civilian clothes.

I didn't even react to seeing him like I knew he was picking me up or something. I don't remember the rest of that day, but I do remember the following day. I was going to school for the second day of the year, but I was going to the new middle school, the one that I was supposed to go to to begin with, the same one that my sisters are attending. I asked where dad was, and my mom said that he was not due home for another couple of months. I told her that I had just seen him yesterday, and she didn't believe me. I told her about the school and him picking me up for my appointments. She was so confused because she said that I rode the bus with my sisters to the middle school and high school.

They confirmed that as well. I went as far as describing what the inside of the middle school looked like to my my sisters that went there, and they agreed, but apparently I never attended that school, nor have I ever been inside. I seemed crazy to them, and every time I bring it up to them, they don't believe me, and don't understand how that's possible. It makes me wonder, maybe I slipped into an alternate reality where my dad didn't get deployed over on his second tour, and because of that, we never moved.

Hence, why I went to that school and he picked me up that day. For some background context, this happened in 2019. But the story starts in the summer of 2017. So, summer of 2017, I was working at a dog kennel. I had these cute new earrings that were stud earrings with a rainbow gem on it. Very simple. Well, one day while I was at work, one of the dogs had, butted me in the ear, knocking the earring gem off and it fell on to the cement. I picked it up

inside, because I was frustrated since I had just gotten the earrings, but I put it in my pocket to fix later. At the end of my shift that day, I took the earring post and gem out of my pocket and put it in the center console of my car, with the intention of fixing it later. Fast forward a week, I remembered the earring in my center console and went to get it so that I could fix it. When I opened the center console, it was gone. No trace. I looked in every crack and crevice, but I could not find it. This made me even more frustrated because now I couldn't even fix my broken earring. I accepted defeat and moved on.

Over the next two years, I carried on with life as usual, thinking about the missing gem once or twice, but mostly just forgetting about the whole ordeal. It's important to note that in these two years, I cleaned my car out, and in winter of 2017, began vaping. I've quit since, so I don't want advice on that. If you know box vape mods, you know that you have to regularly change the coils because they get burnt out over time, and I had been doing that regularly. So, fast forward to 2019. I'm driving while talking to a friend who's sitting in my passenger seat.

He says something, and I open my mouth to respond. When I feel something fall out of my mouth and into my lap. Immediately, I assume it's a tooth, since I have a massive fear of losing my teeth and I pull over, and silently praying that I'm wrong. I pick the item out of my lap, and it's the missing earring gem. To this day, I have no idea how that happened, and I am still absolutely baffled by it.

To answer some common questions that people have asked me about this, yes, I am 100% sure that it fell out of my mouth. I felt it there the second before I opened my mouth. No, it was not previously in my mouth. why and how would I have stored a missing gem in my mouth for two years? No, it was not lodged in my sinuses the whole time. The gem was about the size of a pebble, so I would have definitely felt it. No, there was nothing else in my lap or the car seat that I could have mistaken for the gem.

I had cleaned my car out a week before this happened, and I distinctly remember there being nothing else in my seat or lap that it could have been. And no, it wasn't in my vape. When I took a hit, it would have blocked the airflow, firstly. And secondly, I would have noticed, since I had taken a hit of my vape a minute or two before opening my mouth to talk, and I didn't feel anything in my mouth. Plus, it would have been fully inhaled if it was in my vape.

And I would have felt that. I think about this story often. I like to blame the fact that it was dark that night, and I was so angry that I must have gotten confused. I moved in with my boyfriend in 2023. We lived in a nice elderly couple's basement. Although the basement was pretty dingy, it was nice to be away from my abusive mother.

My boyfriend and I argued a lot. We moved in together really fast in our defense. We're fine now. One night we argued and I left. I suffered from BPD. and leaving to clear my mind is the best option sometimes to avoid escalation. It was late, but not that late. Maybe around 8 p.m. We lived in a suburb, houses everywhere. I felt safe. I grew up in the project, so living around houses felt nice for me.

I was confident that I would be fine. It wasn't the nicest neighborhood, but it was a lot nicer than I was used to. to. I walked for a while trying to calm myself. I walked and walked. All recognizable. I passed houses that were landmarks for me, all things that I've seen before. Because I didn't know the neighborhood that well, I tried to walk as straight as possible, so I easily knew how to get back. Soon I passed a grocery store, one that I had never seen before. It was right on the corner of a cross section. All of a sudden, things started to look different.

The houses got grander and large, so damn big. Elaborate large glass homes that were practically mansions. Christmas decor littered the street. It was around September, a little early for

Christmas decor. But nothing I hadn't seen before. I remember that it was September because I wasn't wearing a sweater and was fine. I just had on a graphic tea. I walked more and more and suddenly the streets branched out wider. My neighborhood was the suburbs, but it wasn't by any means lavish. I was honestly in awe of their homes. I walked and looked around. I remember a man jogged past me once. I looked into the homes and saw a woman just folding laundry, usual stuff. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Soon I walked and was suddenly near a lake. Gorgeous lakefront homes everywhere. The streets were completely empty except for that man that had jogged past me earlier. I walked further away from the lake and turned on a dark block. All the streetlights were off except one. I suddenly felt uneasy. The streetlights being off scared me. So I walked quicker.

I turned around a little paranoid and no one. noticed a younger kid behind me, maybe a preteen. He was also minding his own business. It was like nobody really noticed me. The kid was just standing there, not really doing anything. Here's the worst part. I don't remember how I got back. The last thing I remember is the streetlights.

All I know is I must have kept walking and walking. The next thing I remember was being back in my own neighborhood. because I was suddenly in front of a house that I did recognize. They played loud music while the whole family danced in the front yard. I smiled and walked past them back to my basement. I told my boyfriend about it a few days later. He had no idea what I was talking about. My boyfriend grew up in this neighborhood.

He had lived here all of his life since he came to America. I told him to look for the grocery store one day when we were driving and I couldn't find it. I even told him about the grand houses and the lake. He said that there was none. Absolutely no bodies of water anywhere near this suburb. Not very scary, but it's something I think about. We just joke and say that I was so angry that I must have walked really far and come back.

In reality, I was only gone for about 30 minutes. I even opened my Google Maps looking for the nearest. lake and could not find anything. Sorry if this was unnecessarily long, but the situation honestly confused me more than anything. Four years ago, I was driving from a job site late one night. It was a two-and-a-half-hour drive back to the shop. I vividly remember being pulled over, a deputy walking up to my window, and then waking up briefly, looking down and seeing them cut my pants off.

and looking at my left arm and it was completely missing with a tourniquet on. I even remember the intense pain of the tourniquet being torqued down so tightly on my upper arm. Next thing I know, I come too in the ICU and my brother and father are sitting there. I try to speak, but I have a tube down my throat, and immediately look to my arm thinking it's gone. But no, it's there. I move my hand trying to make sense of what happened, and nothing makes sense. Supposedly, the events of the night transpired like this.

According to the police report, I was driving on an old highway where the speed limit was 65 miles per hour. It was around some old mines, taking the back roads home. So there are no streetlights or anything like that. I supposedly was traveling 65 to 70 miles per hour, And a drunk driver had passed out and left his truck sitting in the middle of the road with no lights on. I hit him head on going 65 to 70, then airlifted and intubated. I don't know what happened to him, but I walked away with the broken collarbone, tailbone, and two ribs, along with a nasty bruise from the seatbelt.

The work truck was completely annihilated, but nothing happened to my arm. So here's where it gets weird. I had this ultra-vivid recollection of being pulled over by a cop, flashing lights, rolling my window down, and then waking up briefly in a helicopter and seeing my arm gone, and feeling excruciating pain from the tourniquet. And then I wake up, and supposedly was never pulled over by any deputies in the area, and didn't lose an arm.

I know the brain is a funny thing, and I know that we can essentially completely block things out, but to fabricate an experience like this, like getting pulled over and losing an arm? The events of that night are still very strange to me, given how bad the wreck was. I realistically should be dead. Did I jump timelines,

or hop to a parallel universe, completely lose my mind and make up something that didn't happen? The only problem is, of everything I remember that night, seeing my arm missing in the intense pain from the tourniquet, and the cop are the only things that I vividly remember. Everything else is completely erased from my memory. In fact, the only thing I remember before the accident and the cop

was pulling out of the job site. From the moment I pulled out until the moment that I woke up in the hospital, it's all gone. Is this a glitch? or is it my brain acting funny as a result of trauma? So, to preface this, this is a story from a few years ago, but I lived about an hour away from where I went to college,

which meant that I lived on campus, but would visit home on weekends pretty often. At my school, we would always joke about how there were a ton of roundabouts on the way there from where I lived, and that they kept adding more. At the time there were two roundabouts on the one road leading up to my school, and I believe two in the other direction. We also made fun of the time that it took them to do the construction in the area, because it always took months for them to change anything. One weekend, I decided to go home, taking the two roundabouts on a Friday afternoon.

It was a route that I knew very well, and I was only planning to be home from Friday evening, to Sunday evening, two days. Sunday night, when I was driving home, I went through the first roundabout, and then very soon after, went through a second completely finished roundabout. I remember thinking that there was a lot more time in between them, as one was right off the highway and was pretty close to my school.

Plus, this second one seemed like one I had never seen before. As I was thinking about it sometime later down the road, I suddenly came on to what I believed to be the second roundabout. I remember at the time feeling nauseous and scared, worried that I had teleported into another dimension or something like that, but I never noticed anything strange. I mentioned it to some friends who traveled on that road, and some had said they only remembered there being two roundabouts as well. So either a fully finished roundabout was built with,

within the two days that I was gone, and knowing construction in my area, should have taken at least six months minimum. Or, I experienced a glitch in the Matrix. Okay, first of all, I was not on drugs, I don't do drugs. I was sober, not on any medication, and I've never had hallucinations, and it wasn't carbon monoxide poisoning. I've had a few strange or paranormal things happen in my life, like objects disappearing, and then showing up days later in random places.

But nothing like this has ever happened before. When I was around 17, I was getting ready to go out to meet a friend for coffee. I grabbed my makeup bag to do my makeup and tried to find my beauty blender. I had a set of three blue beauty blenders. Two of them had already gone missing, which was weird, because I kept them all in the same makeup bag and never took it anywhere. I was sure that I still had one left. When I opened the bag, it wasn't there.

I searched over and over, but it was just gone. I was really annoyed. I had a younger cousin who lived next door that came over almost every day, and I started thinking that she might have taken it. I went into my sister's room with my makeup bag. My mom was there too, and I started venting about my cousin saying that she keeps stealing my stuff and being annoying. They told me to calm down and helped me look for it, but it wasn't anywhere.

Eventually I gave up, sat on the floor and started doing my makeup anyway. I was using a small compact mirror. When I looked down to grab a brush, there was a blue beauty blender sitting right in front of me. I knew for a fact that it had not been there before. I just stared at it, completely confused. Then, right in front of my eyes, another one appeared. Before I could even react, a third one appeared, literally right in front of my eyes.

I still don't understand how to explain it. It wasn't like I suddenly noticed them. I actually saw them appear, like they materialized out of thin air really fast. My mom and sister saw it too. They didn't see the exact moment the way that I did, but they saw them appear there out of nowhere. All three of us were shocked. None of us could believe what we were seeing.

It felt completely unreal. I know this sounds hard to believe, and honestly, I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't experienced it myself, but it still haunts me. I have no idea what it was. a glitch in the matrix or something paranormal. I genuinely do not know. First time posting, long-time lurker. This happened to me a few years ago, and it still sticks with me, so I thought I would share it here. This was about 2019.

I worked as a waitress at a well-known sports bar and was heading for my evening shift. The drive from my house to my job was an hour. So I'm listening to the radio, taking in the trees and everything that I'm passing, because it's fallen, it looks so nice. It's about 15 minutes into my drive when I noticed this young girl walking on the side of the highway. Based on what I glimpsed of her, she appeared to be a young teenager. She had dark hair braided in pigtails and a highlighter bright pink backpack. Like you couldn't miss her. I remember it so well because I considered stopping and asking if she needed a ride.

Being such a young woman and alone, I'm also a woman. But I decided against it because I watched too many true crime documentaries and didn't want to end up in one. But I digress. I carried on with my drive. Thirty minutes later, I'm passing this large bridge on my drive. This is like my I'm almost there moment. so I'm only about 10 minutes out. And I see her again.

Exact same girl. I first caught a glimpse of the pink backpack in the distance and immediately slowed down enough to look. Sure enough, same young girl, same dark braids, same backpack. Only, I've been driving at least 80 miles per hour since I last saw her. There's absolutely no way that she walked all that way

before my car got there. I chalked it up to, I'm just imagining things because I don't know what else there is. But then I get into town and get ready to pull into work. Where our building is, it's like in the middle of a strip mall almost.

You had to drive down like a long road and make a small circle before you hit our parking lot. And who was walking right on the edge of that circle? That same girl. Same braids, backpack, everything. I can even still remember what she was wearing. I pulled into work and all of my co-workers were in the smoke spot out back, so they could see me pull in and they should see across the circle.

The first thing that I did when I got out was ask if they saw the girl over there. They all turned at once to look and she was not there. She was just gone. Vanished into thin air. Now while this is a little strip mall, besides our restaurant and a mom and pop shop that was closed at the time, I don't know where else she could have gone. Or how she kept up with me on foot. This isn't the first time that I've seen something that no one else has, but it's the most recent. And it still sits with me because I cannot understand it.

Every conclusion that I come up with is mediocre at best. I listen to your YouTube channel all the time to help motivate me with housework as a single mother. I have a story for you if you're interested. Always. I was at a soft play with my 19-month-old son, and he was playing and then tried grabbing the socks off of a nearby child. I apologized to the parents, and I grabbed my son. They say it's okay, and I noticed that my son needs a nappy change. I go outside to the changing rooms and pass the same family eating a full meal, literally just seconds after leaving the soft play area.

I looked at the mother and said, I could have sworn you were just back there, pointing behind me. She looks at me blankly and then ignores me, a reasonable response. It felt like a glitch in reality. I went back to the soft play to check, and they were. were still on there talking about what they were going to order. The mother saw me looking at them in shock and quickly told me that her daughter was fine and not to feel bad. I went back outside again, and they were no longer sitting at the table to eat.

It's almost like I somehow jumped 20 minutes or so forward in time, rather than literally 10 seconds. I changed my son's nappy, my mind at full speed, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about, it ever since. This all happened at 3 p.m. today, which was New Year's Day, 2026. Hi Raven, Happy New Year. Happy New Year to you as well. Longtime listener, first-time submitter here. This possible glitch happened to me about a month ago, and I would like to share it with the channel. I'm going to keep the details very vague because I don't want the children in this story to be easily identified. I've babysat the specific family's kids for a while. now, so I pretty much know how they're going to act when I come over. Very sweet kids. I'm just

going to label them as child one and child two. All right, so now to the story. So after their parents had left us sitting on the couch and watching TV, about an hour later both children started arguing over wanting to watch something else. I was on my phone, kind of letting it play out a little as I normally do, but then one of the children started getting a little loud. I sat down my phone and said to both of them, if they want to watch something else, you should let them, because we've been watching your show for a while now. Child one complied and said,

Okay, child two, we can watch your show. I picked my phone back up, about to go on TikTok again, when I caught them both staring at me. I then said, it was very nice of you, Child 1, to let your sibling watch their show. Because, you know, how kids are. They like to feel validated and praised for their good decision-making. Then Child 2 mentioned that they didn't know where the TV remote was.

I kind of was like, oh no, let's look for it. And I half-assed looked for it, mainly letting them do the work. Don't come for me. I was feeling a little lazy this specific night. Eventually, we could only find a remote that would control that specific TV's volume, and just accepted the fact that we, or they, would have to continue to watch this specific show. Just for context, they have an identical TV in a different room space, but apparently it could only control the TV it was already connected to. Yes, I tried to use the other remote on the missing remotes TV,

but Child 2 educated me on why that wouldn't work. the more you know, I guess. But anyway, after a while of more TV watching, I told the children that it was time to get ready for bed and to hop into the shower. Once they were both doing what they needed to do, I was like, all right, let me actually look for this remote now because the show was kind of getting on my nerves.

I honestly was hoping that I would find it in a spot they missed, but I'm telling you, I tore up their whole living space looking for this remote. and I couldn't find it. Whatever, it's fine. I accept my defeat, and I then decide that I was going to clean up the kitchen area, like putting away the pizza from the pizza box, doing some dishes,

picking up the pizza boxes, and moving it toward the trash area, and wiping down the counter where the pizza box was lying. So basically, the kitchen area was nearly spotless. As the children were coming back into my space, all ready for bed, I went into the other room where the identical TV remote was lying just to double check that it was there labeled to that specific TV. It was.

I walked out of the room, kind of annoyed that I couldn't find this remote, and to my right, sitting on the counter in a position that would have had to have been under the pizza box that I had just put away earlier and wiped down the counter, was the missing remote. I was like, what the hell? I then announced that I found it, and both children were asking me where I found it, and I was like, it was literally just sitting here. I asked them if they somehow overlooked it while walking around, but that wouldn't have made sense anyways because of my statements that I said before.

Child, too, was just happy that they could watch their show, and they both didn't think much of it. However, I myself could not stop thinking about it for the rest of it. of the night. Fast forward to their parents getting back home, and I go home still very confused with what I experienced, and I tell my parents about it. My dad made a comment that was like, well, maybe they were trying to play a trick on you. I said that I highly doubt that, but I'll ask the next time I'm over there. Fast forward again to a couple of weeks later, and I'm over at their house again babysitting both children. There was a moment that me and child's

were alone, and I happened to think of the experience, so I asked Child 2 if they had hid the remote and somehow put it back when I wasn't looking, which, for context, still would not have made sense, because there wasn't a time during me looking for the remote that I ever saw them. They were in a different room. But Child 2 just kind of laughed and said something like, well, no, that'd be silly because we wanted to watch TV. Why would we hide the remote? I just said good point, and we went about our night.

So, was it a glitch? Because once again, I literally wiped down the counter. I obviously would have seen the remote sitting on the counter, and I didn't really care that much about the remote for me to overlook it. You know how when you're looking for something so hard that your eyes just scan over it? Yeah, it was nothing like that. Anyways, I told my dad later that night what child two had said, And he just responded with, well, I don't know.

Which, I guess, I never will. Thank you for reading my story, and I hope all as well. The other day, I was walking home with my fiancé from a friend's house. I felt a severe sense of dread before this walk. As we're going home, we cross the street and a drunk driver is flying down the road. Seriously, I have no idea. how this guy was even capable of driving. He was sloshing around in his car, not a thought behind those eyes.

But, miraculously, he comes to a stop from an absurdly high speed right on us. No screeching brakes, no lost traction, nothing. Which seems impossible when you think of his speed in the distance. I've been hit by a car before. This would have been totally de-o-old. away. Anyways, we go home. And today, things are different.

My hat is different. The adjuster in the back was a snap button, now it's leather. My car is in much worse condition. I'm finding things that I've been certain were lost for years. My fiancé has felt off, too. We hope that we launched into the same universe, dark humor, I guess. Maybe it's just a trauma response from what was a near-death experience, but things are off, undoubtedly. And I feel insane.

I love your videos, and I wanted to share this mild but weird true story that happened to me. It was 2015, and I was a sophomore in college. I want to preface this by saying that I was completely sober. I wasn't under the influence of any substance when. this happened, nor was I sleep deprived. I was sitting at my computer playing video games when my dog Sasha started whimpering in the other room. I got up to see what was going on, and I went in to see her licking her front paw. I got a closer look and noticed that one of her entire toenails was barely attached and twisted upside down. I went and ran to my mom's room and told her that

something was up. When I went back into the laundry room, there Sasha was. She was completely fine. I examined all four feet and found nothing amiss. This really confuses me, to this day, as I swear that she had ripped a toenail and was whimpering and licking it. I really don't know how to explain this other than a weird lapse of memory. I was just reminded of this super weird thing that happened when I was younger.

It kind of sounds paranormal, but I've always been creeped out by the idea of ghosts and spirits, and this event didn't feel like a haunting. I was shopping with my mom in a pretty big department store, and my two siblings who had joined us wandered off to a different shop. It wasn't a super popular area, so while the store wasn't empty, it was fairly quiet. Me and my mom were going up the escalator together, a reasonably, high one, and there was nobody else on it at the time. We got to the middle of the escalator right between two floors, and that's when I heard it. Somebody whispered my name right in my ear.

I snapped my head towards my mom thinking that she had said it, but she was looking right back at me, just as puzzled, as if she had heard it too. I asked her, did you hear that? And before she could open her mouth, it happened again. Somebody whispered my name, slightly louder, this time. It was as if somebody was stood directly behind me. My mom heard it too, and at this point, I'm looking all around us trying to figure out if one of my sisters is pulling a prank on me from one of the other floors. But they're nowhere to be seen, and that wouldn't explain how they were able to throw their

voice, so it sounded as though it was literally next to me. In fact, I can't see a single other person on either floor above or below us. It's just me and my mom, alone. So who the hell whispered my name? My mom told me to drop it like it was no big deal, but I couldn't shake that weird feeling off. It really doesn't seem paranormal to me. First of all, what type of ghost is hanging around in a random British department store? and second, what on earth could they possibly have wanted me for?

Any ideas as to what exactly happened here are welcome. I would have been inclined to just brush it off as hearing things, but the fact that my mom heard it too, despite having no discernible origin, doesn't really sit right with me. This incident has been driving me nuts for years, because I truly cannot come up with a logical explanation. This was about four years ago. I was in a department store and I was shopping for laundry detergent.

I found the particular kind that I use. I noticed that some of the caps on the bottles were very strange. They had a swirly design which I had never seen before, instead of the basic flat cap that had no design. I deliberately pick a bottle out that had the old flat lid on it because if they had updated the product, I desired to use the same original formula that I'm used to. I picked up the flat-capped bottle of detergent, checked out, and went home.

As I was unbagging my groceries, to my shock, the bottle of detergent had that same weird, swirly cap as the rest. My son was with me, and he was witness to the cap of the bottle I had put in the buggy. The checkout was self-checkout. I went back later, and all of the caps were swirly. There were no plain caps. It was literally like this came from another realm. It was so weird.

So, to set the scene, I've been using the same lighter now for at least two or three months. I smoke cigarettes. It is a blue Bick lighter, with a back label torn off. Now, it's not the only lighter that I own. I have maybe two more. but they're either deep in a desk drawer or deep in some random book bag that's not easily accessible and can't be grabbed by mistake. So my blue lighter is the only lighter that I use day in and day out, and I always set it in the same exact spot when I get home. And I keep it in the same exact pocket when I go out or go to work.

So today, while at work about five or six hours in, I go outside to the same. smoke and realize I've lost my lighter. The last place I used it was at a subway on my lunch break about an hour and a half before. Mind you, I've been smoking all day. A few before work, a few before my lunch break. So when I realize I don't have my lighter, I figure that I must have lost it at subway, because it stays falling out of my pocket, except this time I didn't realize it. So I bought a new green one.

But the glitch is when I get home and go into my room. My blue lighter that I've been using for months is sitting right there where I always place it. It's blowing my mind because what lighter would I have been using all day? Yes, I do have a couple others, but I couldn't even tell you where they are. If I had a gun to my head with 30 seconds to find where those other lighters are, I'd be dead. And wherever they are, I for sure have not gone in that drawer or bag. any time recently. So, if I did not grab my blue lighter today, where exactly did I pick up this mysterious

lighter? If it was a different one, I feel I would have noticed it was a different color at some point in the day, and I know for damn sure that I don't have two blue lighters with the label torn off. Now, rational thought will tell you that I must have picked up a different lighter today before leaving. It's the only rational explanation. but I keep my lighter, sigs, headphones, and wallet all in the same place for when I leave and get back.

So why would I pick everything else up and not the lighter? And, more important, where did I pick the other lighter up at? It just makes no sense. The glitch in the Matrix mind tells you that I took my regular lighter with me like I always do, and sometime after my lunch break it teleported back to my room, right where I always keep it. And another crazy thing is, what are the odds that the one day that I lose my lighter?

I don't ever lose anything. Same wallet since I was 12 years old and I'm 28 now. So the one single day that I've ever lost my lighter is also the one day that I happened to subconsciously not grab my regular lighter and must have picked up a different one. Which again is almost impossible, because there are no other lighters lying around. I just can't wrap my head around it, even knowing that there's a rational explanation.

It just doesn't make sense. This is just a short story. I've had some blue-handled needle-nosed pliers for several years. They're normally in the toolbox in my hobby room. I remember having them out on the table right outside of the toolbox and using them. Between projects, I would put them back in the top drawer of the toolbox. I'm pretty organized like that. One evening I was resting on the sofa in the living room at the opposite side of the house when I heard a noise.

It was a metallic clunking sound coming from the hobby room. It struck me as kind of odd, but I didn't really think too much of it. Perhaps something was just set precariously and had fallen. I didn't go up to the room to investigate, but I figured that I would find out what happened later. When I went to the hobby room, nothing seemed out of place. A day or so later, I went to use my pliers, and I couldn't find them. I thought long and hard about it, because, like I mentioned, I'm normally pretty organized. I tried to think of where I last used them.

I wouldn't have been in the basement workshop or garage, because if I needed pliers in either of those places, I would have used the ones that were stored there. The more I thought about it, the more sure I became that I had never removed them from the hobby room. I even tore the toolbox apart to look behind the drawers in case they fell behind them. Then I remembered the noise. I can't say that the two events are connected, but I can say that I had my pliers before the noise, and I have not been able to find them after the noise. So what could have happened?

Did they slip into a different dimension? What would I have seen if I had been in the hobby room at the time? It's not a big loss because just some no-name inexpensive pliers, but I still find it perplexing. Especially since glitch type or 40 and things usually never happened to me. I'm looking for some answers regarding a strange experience I had the other day when I was taking the bus. I had a doctor's appointment, and since my car recently broke down, I had to take the bus instead.

I was waiting at the stop. The bus was running late when suddenly a woman came and stood next to me. She looked quite well dressed, wearing a suit. We didn't speak until my bus arrived. The only bus that departs from that stop is bus 204, which only runs once every third hour. Normally the ride to Whalen, I'll use a fictional town name here for privacy reasons, takes about 20 minutes. I got on the bus while the woman stayed outside and shouted, Does this bus go to Whalen?

The driver gave both of us a strange look and said, no. I looked again. It clearly said 204 towards Whalen. All the passengers were staring at me oddly. I got off again, confused. The woman said, don't worry, the other one will be here any minute. I checked the schedule and there were no other buses coming soon.

But sure enough, another bus 204 arrived less than half a minute later. It didn't say Waylon on the sign, but it still said Bus 204. I hesitated and then got on. The bus was completely packed. There were exactly two seats. One for the woman in the suit. and one for me. I asked her if she was sure this was the bus that went to Whalen.

Yes, she said, and we set off. She only stayed on for one stop before getting off again. The bus then drove in circles for about an hour, out of town, and back again. People got on and off until eventually I was the only passenger left. After that, it circled around town for a couple more minutes before the bus finally went to Waylon. During this, no one got on or off. The woman herself didn't even go to Waylon, even though she was the one who had asked the driver about it earlier. I've taken this bus several times, and the trip normally takes just 20 minutes. I ended up spending an hour and a half on that bus,

and I can't shake the feeling that something strange happened. Long time lurker, but I've never actually posted in this subreddit before. I've had little moments here and there that made me feel like there might have been a glitch, but I've never experienced something as scary as this. A few hours ago, I was at Wegmans with my boyfriend. We had exactly three things to buy. We parked, walked in, and I let him lead the way through the aisles since everything we were getting was for him. I had my eyes glued to his back the entire time.

One of the things he wanted was a four-pack of his favorite hard cider, which is located in the far back corner of the store. As we approached the back of the store, I saw my boyfriend turn around, smile at me, and then dip through a break in the aisle toward a small alcove where there was an open floor space with piles of stacked 12-packs of seasonal beer. As soon as I walked into that part, he was gone. Absolutely gone.

I stopped in my tracks and called to him. I looked all around that alcove and behind the stack of boxes thinking that he was messing with me, but he just wasn't freaking there. I was so confused. I walked out towards the aisle and I ran into him. He immediately turned around to look behind him and then asked me how I got there. According to him, and he's reading this, as I'm typing it, so that I'm getting the facts straight.

I followed him right to the place where the coolers were. I was standing right next to him, and he says that he definitely turned around and saw that it was me. After he grabbed what he wanted, he says that we proceeded to go around the corner, and then he bumped into me. I thought that he was joking when he told me his version, and then I started to press him on it when we were in the car.

At first we got into an argument, him swearing that he wasn't pranking me, and me swearing up and down that, no, I'm not crazy. He definitely smiled at me and then ran into that alcove. He swears in his life that I was right there when he pulled out the thing from the cooler that he wanted, and I swear on my life that I saw him smile at me and duck into the alcove, which is where I definitely went. I was not next to him by the cooler. We were both so freaked out by what happened that we got home and made a freaking diagram of the store so that someone can tell us that we're not both insane.

I don't know what the hell happened and neither does he. We're both very freaked out. Please talk some sense into both of us because each of our experiences was so freaking real. Hi, Raven. I listened to your podcast, fairly religiously, as I have a part-time job that allows me to listen to music and podcast for about three to four hours a week, on average.

So, about the amount of content that you put out, give or take, every week. I've been doing this for probably over a year now, and I've made it on to your top listeners according to my Spotify Rapped. Well, thank you for that. You don't have to share that first paragraph, but I thought that it was kind of fun, as I had no idea that my weekly habit would have that result. I already shared it. I appreciate the work you put into the podcast

and look forward to it every week and hope your new year is off to a great start. Well, thank you very much, and I hope that your week as well is off to an amazing start. Anyway, on to my story's submission. It's less of a story and more of just a general sense of how my life works and has since my teenage years. I'm in my early 30s now, so.

Feel free to share it or not, as it does, or doesn't fit into your collections. As I'm not exactly sure where it would fit in, but have heard similar stories occasionally, so I thought I would at least submit it and let you decide. Oh, I'm deciding. I've had deja vu on a fairly regular basis for most of my life. I know there's an argument for deja vu being your brain misfiring neurons,

or firing neurons twice, and for some of my experience, this is totally possible. And I'll chalk those up to this. scientific explanation since I'm of the belief that not everything has to be credited to the weird and supernatural. However, there are plenty of times where I truly believe it's more than neurons firing twice. And this is because I dream it first and then see it again days, weeks, months, or even years later. Rather than only feeling deja vu in the moment, I see it in real life. This is, of course, operating on the belief that time is linear.

But the conversation around time and how we interact and move through it is one to unpack on a different day. As I've gotten older and have had more and more of these dreams over the years, I've begun to be able to often recognize the dream as something that is going to happen in the future, when I wake up for my dreams, and occasionally even recognize the dream as something that will happen in the future while I'm still in. in the dream. They're often more detailed and contain color, whereas most of my actual dreams I've come to realize are in black and white.

I will say that I do tend to have these dreams more often when I'm not in an anxious or depressed mental state. These are lower frequencies and will typically overtake my dream state. When I'm feeling mentally well, I can have these dreams fairly regularly, probably once or twice a month. One such example of this for me was having a dream walking into an office that I didn't recognize the layout of or the colors of,

which were orange and blue. And at the time, I hadn't yet figured out that I typically don't dream in color. In the dream, my hands were full of coffee, a laptop, and various other items, which would become a running joke in my future office, I absolutely refused to use the company provided backpack.

Several months later, I did indeed start working at a company whose colors were, well, you guessed it, orange and blue. And the office looked like it had in my dream. I realized that this was the setting of one of my dream deja vu's, or seeing the future situation, and several more months after that I had the moment, where everything sort of clicked. I was carrying the right things at the right time,

with the right weather outside, at the exact right angle. It's an odd feeling when the dream deja vu aligns exactly as you saw it, especially knowing that I walked through that office several times a week, but for whatever reason it was that day. It's even weirder when you know, what it should be. You know what you saw or heard, but it's changed ever so slightly. I say this because this, too, happens to me. I can tell that I'm entering the dream

deja vu moment, but sometimes because I decide I don't want the outcome of the dream deja vu as I previously saw it. Sometimes it's just not quite right for reasons I can't explain. I still know that this is the moment, though, and it's an odd feeling of almost but not quite anxiety over the moment. Feeling as though it's just not quite right, but time still goes on. It's certainly a factor that lends me to believe in a matrix or multiverse of some sort.

I don't know if these dreams are supposed to help indicate that I'm on the right path for my life, or if I'm just foreseeing potential options based on recent decisions that have a downstream impact on my future. As I do believe that I've had some of these future dreams that have not happened. I've been in the place, with the people, doing the thing, but nothing lines up. And it comes with a strange feeling of missing out, or feeling like something isn't as it should be.

I'm not sure that this is because it's actually wrong, or just because I only saw one potential future option, and so I'm biased to think that the one I saw is the right one. But really, who's to say what I saw was actually the right one. I'm more inclined to believe that something changed that made what I saw no longer a viable outcome, and thus the missed deja vu, or whatever you would like to call it. For a long time, I really didn't know what to make of this, and thought that this was how everyone experienced deja vu. However, I've come to realize that this is not the case after sharing very small bits of my own,

dream deja vu with close friends over the years, and having listened to other people's experiences. I have, however, heard some people talk about this similarly on this podcast, which I found interesting and a bit relieving. So to all of you who might be wondering if you're just a little crazy because your dreams literally come true, at least we're not alone. This happened tonight, and I am still reeling. I'm not in the U.S., so if anything sounds odd, it's probably due to that. I go to a night school. I'm 19.

I used to work and study in nursing and caretaking at age 15 to 17, but had to stop, so I'm trying to graduate late. The night school is a town over, and my parents currently have to pick me up and drive me home at night. My dad usually takes the highway. It's been snowing a lot here, so roads are icy. After my last class, my school friends and I met a new person in the hallway, and we fooled around for a bit. I knew that I didn't have a lot of time because my dad was waiting outside the school.

I looked at my phone, which was in my hand, and said that I had to go because I was late. With my phone in my hand, I went to my dad's car. I awkwardly threw my bag into the car with my shoulder since I was once again holding my phone. I don't know why I didn't put it somewhere else. I'm weird. When I sit in my dad's passenger seat, I always hold my phone in my hands between my knees. We started driving and I felt the pop socket on one palm like always. We got on the highway, which is a little frozen, and a guy in front of us was speeding.

We know it was a drunk driver because it was on the road service radio channel thing. The drunk driver's car swerved on the ice and turned and then toppled over. By this point, there was a huge oil transporter between us who braked extremely suddenly to avoid hitting the toppled car. My dad swerved and did some weird maneuver stuff, barely avoiding the oil transporter which was on my side. When we were swerving past it, I smelled a very intense blood scent for about two seconds, which I can't explain. I stopped feeling my phone at this moment, and I assumed that it fell down or slipped out of my hands while our car was swerving, and thought to myself that I would just pick it up when we got home. When we got home, I couldn't find it anywhere, even with the flashlight.

and we then saw that one of my school friends had texted my dad from my phone, saying that I had left it on the desk at school. My school friend said that he had only noticed my phone suddenly lying on the desk a while after I had already left, which would line up almost exactly with the time that I was in the oil transporter situation. So did I just die in another timeline, and was put in one where mostly everything, is the same except that I forgot my phone. Hey there, friends. Welcome to the end of this episode

of the Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. The weird, bizarre, and awkward happenings in our existence. If you did enjoy them, please do consider following the podcast,

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But until then, remember that you are loved, you are valid, you are important, and you are the best you that you can be. Do not forget it. And until next time, my friends, much love. sleep well.