As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 120 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: May 15, 2026

Welcome to 120th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 21 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. Hey There! Would you like to participate in the postcard exchange? It comes with a free ATRD Sticker! Just Send a post card to the following... Lucas PO BOX 8198 Rochester, MN 55903 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... Randi, CannedCandor, CriticalKnick, Barbie C, Rmc0425, Satays, Jeff S, Marilyn Shelton , Zach , Savannah S., Jersey, Ronen, Ember, Neusa L, Aislinn Drew, Char, Anon S., Jack Sadler As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story 9 1 ➤ 0:44 2 ➤ 4:34 3 ➤ 8:25 4 ➤ 15:56 5 ➤ 18:02 6 ➤ 19:47 7 ➤ 23:28 8 ➤ 26:34 9 ➤ 28:55 10 ➤ 36:09 11 ➤ 42:22 12 ➤ 47:38 13 ➤ 50:25 14 ➤ 52:45 15 ➤ 56:28 16 ➤ 1:00:22 17 ➤ 1:03:06 18 ➤ 1:04:57 19 ➤ 1:20:03 20 ➤ 1:22:03 21 ➤ 1:25:07 ----- 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. Hope you are doing well. Today, we have a collection of Glitch in the Matrix stories. Good old glitch stories. Well, as always, I don't know where I was going with that. Hopefully, you guys enjoy them. Just a reminder, if you have a story you want to send in, go to Astherravendreams.com and click the big button to send it my way. Or you can email them to me at Astherraven Dreams at gmail.com.

Both are acceptable. All that said, friends, please enjoy the glitchy goodness. have a lovely day, and I'll see you again soon. Until then, uh, enjoy, I guess. Hey, Raven. When I first found your channel, I was thinking about whether I had a weird experience or not, and I did. It's happening right now as I write it. I've known my current girlfriend since we were three.

Our parents were friends, and then we moved to a different part of the city, and we rarely talked for years. only met on birthdays or family friend gatherings. We coincidentally found each other going to the same university and got to talking. We hadn't spoken to each other in years at this point, and when we started talking, I got this injection of memories of us together. I don't mean like dreams, I mean real memories. I can remember them just like I can remember something that has actually happened. But the crazy part is they haven't happened yet.

I can remember exactly what she was wearing, what we were doing, where we were, and they aren't guesses. I had this feeling that it was 100% true. I didn't know how to explain it at that point. We were just friends for a few weeks. And then we started dating, and as the months went by, I would randomly get new memories of our future, which were of the same nature. I can remember everything just like it happened. and as we dated each other, I could see those memories slowly happening, and when they do, I start laughing out of pure confusion because I don't know how else to react.

For example, one of the first memories I had was of us listening to music and finding out that we had the exact same musical taste, and we got a 98% music match on the Spotify blend. I knew of the Spotify blend even before we started talking about music. Another one is I could remember her in traditional clothes In a blue dress with reflective silver around the neck collar And around the wrists And then we had traditional event at our university And that's exactly what she wore

I kept getting memories throughout And they keep happening The most recent one is of us playing minigolf And then she proposed the idea I didn't And then exactly what I remembered happened We'll be together three years this April, and I keep getting memories of our future to this day. I've never told her about this, because how could I possibly explain this without sounding crazy?

But I have told my friends, and even they couldn't come up with a way to explain it. I'll try to find an explanation, but I keep thinking whether I'm in a simulation because it's not just the memory part. We have pretty much everything in common, apart from my... love of football, soccer, we have every single thing in common. All of our interests match, and I cannot make sense of how these two connect with each other. I just have a feeling in my gut that they are connected. To add to the craziness, in three years of our relationship, we've never fought, argued, or had a disagreement about something serious, even though we talk about us being together long term, and family plans, financial plans, etc.

We've seriously talked about our future, and we haven't once had a disagreement. But another part of me says I need to stop having that tiny voice and just to be happy that I have such a good relationship. But that's also the reason that tiny voice exists. It sounds too good to be true. And like I said before, my gut does tell me that feeling is related to those. those memories. This happened in the early 90s, probably around 1991 or 1992. I was pretty young, and it was the middle of summer. One of those really hot, quiet days where the air feels heavy,

and nothing is moving. It was just me and my mom at home. Back then, money was tight. My parents had divorced not long before that, and I remember my mom once telling me she was basically making negative money just trying to keep up with the bills. I didn't fully understand it, but I understood enough to know that we didn't go out and do things that cost money. That day, I was lying around in the living room watching TV, flipping through the channels because I was bored. Nothing was on and the day just felt like it was dragging. At some point, a commercial came on for Michigan Adventure, roller coasters, water rides, people laughing, the whole thing. It looked amazing compared to what I was doing.

So, I got up and I went to ask my mom if we could go. I already knew what the answer would probably be. She said no, pretty quickly. Not in a mean way, just straightforward. We couldn't afford it. I remember just going back to the living room and sitting down again, kind of disappointed, but not surprised. But here's where it gets weird.

Not even 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. My mom answered it, and it was my aunt and uncle with my cousins. That part itself wasn't strange, but what they said next was. They asked if I wanted to go with them to Michigan Adventure, the exact same place I had just seen on TV. The same place I had just asked my mom about maybe 20 or 30 minutes prior. At the same time, I was just excited, but looking back on it now, it doesn't make sense. They lived about 45 minutes away from us, and this was before cell phone, so if my mom had somehow called them after I asked, I would have heard it.

The house phone was right next to where I was the whole time. It never rang. She never made a call. Which means they would have been already on their way before I even asked her. and they didn't call ahead or ask if it was okay. They just showed up and asked me if I wanted to go. I remember standing there for a second, kind of confused, but of course I said yes. I remember being excited, and I remember getting ready and remember leaving with them, and then nothing. I don't remember the drive there.

I don't remember being at the park. I don't remember a single ride, a single line, or anything. It's just completely blank. Because that should have been one of my most memorable days of my childhood. We didn't get chances like that often. Years later, I asked my mom about it, and she remembers everything the same way I do. Me watching TV, asking to go, her saying no, and then them showing up not long after and taking me. So it wasn't just in my head.

But even she thinks it's strange that I don't remember the actual trip at all. It just isn't there. I've tried over the years to see if anything would come back, even just a small detail, but there is nothing. Just a really clear memory of wanting to go somewhere and then being given the chance, and then nothing at all after that. Hi, Raven. This is my first time telling this story outside of my immediate family. I've read and heard a lot of really interesting glitch stories, but mine is so different. dumb that it hardly seems worth telling. But it's the only glitch that I've ever experienced that I can truly label as such.

And to this day, it still baffles me. So here goes. For what it's worth. First, I need to give a background story. This was about five or six years ago. My oldest son had just graduated from a junior college recently and had taken a job as a manager at a Taco Bell. He worked 12 to 16 hour shifts, six days a week, and was never. ever home for dinner.

So, one day I wanted to make a special dinner, one of his favorites, just for him that would keep until he got home late that night. So, I made slow-cooked barbecue chicken that cooked on a low temp all day long, and kept it on warm after the rest of the family had their fill in the baked potatoes in the oven, also on warm. I was excited to surprise my son with this dinner, and he was excited to see it when he got home. But then, he discovered that there were only drumsticks left in the pan. As I had only put three breasts in, and they were eaten by other family members, and he passed on the whole meal,

disappointed, telling me that he didn't like dark meat anymore and would only eat chicken breast. I did not know that, because when he was younger, he had no preference. This is a change that happened during college that I was unaware of. I was very disappointed. My son appreciated my effort, but nonetheless could not eat the meal that I specifically made for him, so it stuck very hard in my head that the next time I make this meal, I will buy a large package of chicken breast to ensure that my son gets one. Fast forward, maybe six months later, and I planned the same meal for later that week.

I specifically buy a large package. package of chicken breasts, counting them to be absolutely sure that there are enough to go around for everyone in my household, who likes white meat. There are five breasts in the package, enough for everyone who wants one plus one extra. I have to make room for it in the freezer, it's so long. Then I have to make room for it again in the fridge when it's time to thawed out, because the length is an issue in our stuffed fridge. The day of cooking I open the package and wash all five pieces, as I always wash meat before cooking it,

and then I put them all in the slow cooker pan. They take up the whole bottom of the pan from one end to the other, unlike the previous time where the three breasts only took up the center portion. I barely have room around the edges to put the drumsticks in. I completely immerse the chicken in the sauce, cover it, and set the temperature. At various times during the day, I stir and flip everything in the pan, but completely mindlessly not paying any attention at all, so I don't notice anything amiss. Then my son comes home, after everyone else has eaten, and I'm excited to show him that this time there is most certainly a breast in there for him. But when I go to make his plate, no breasts.

None. I'm shocked and bewildered and a little angry, assuming that someone took more than their share. I ask everyone in the house, and nobody had more than what I served them. And since I personally made every plate, I knew that I didn't put two breasts on anybody's plate. Somehow, some way, five chicken breasts went into that pot, but only three came out. I served them. I know who got what. Only three came out of that pan.

Nobody went back for seconds. Nobody has a big enough appetite to even eat that much meat at once. I tried to find a logical answer. I already asked everyone in the house if they had an extra piece and no one had. Maybe a cat got it. The pan has to sit on the floor as the only flat surface available in our crowded house, so maybe I left the lid off and the cats got into it? but it's way too hot for sensitive cat paws,

and there would be sauce on the floor if they had managed it. Maybe they cooked so long that they broke apart. So I take all of the remaining chicken, all legs, out of the pan, and scrape the bottom of the pan with my tongs inch by inch. There was one small chunk, but not enough to account for a whole chicken breast, much less two of them. I scoop out the sauce a half cup at a time

and pour it slowly over the leftover chicken and there are no visible chunks. I pour the remainder of the sauce down the drain and inspect the trap after. There's maybe a quarter cup of shreds and bits but not nearly enough to account for two whole breasts. Maybe they disintegrated completely into the sauce leaving no trace, but if that was the case, wouldn't all of them have disintegrated?

It's all in the same pan, under the same sauce cooking at the same temperature for the same length of time. My husband never did believe me. He's convinced that I misremembered and had only ever had a package of three. And I would have believed that myself, had I not been so dead set against a repeat dinner disaster, and had paid so much extra attention to the package at every step, noting how large it was with five instead of three. My son, once again, failed to get the meal that I made for him. But rather than being disappointed, he felt sorry for me because I was losing my mind trying to figure this out. He also believed that I misremembered.

My youngest son also just shrugged disbelief in his eyes. Only my daughter believed me, because she's also had a dumb glitch like this herself, also chicken-related. I even got the foam container back out of the trash and showed it to my doubting family, and they still insisted that there were only ever three breasts in that extra long container. Excessive real estate for three pieces of chicken, but they don't want to believe that something this weird happened. Frankly, neither do I, but I can't deny it. Five breasts went in, I'm as sure of that as I am of my own name, but only three cases. came out.

Baffling, befuddling, bewildering. I don't know what else to call this freaky mystery, dumb as it is, but a glitch. Thanks for listening to my wordy story, and I hope it was worth your time, or somebody's. If you choose to share it, of course. Thanks for sharing crazy stories like this Raven. It lets people know that they're not the only ones whose sanity is being questioned by themselves, or others, or both. Thank you for sharing.

I'm a big fan of your glitch in the matrix stories, and while I've had my share of odd experiences, this is the most recent and one of the most inexplicable. For a bit of context, my girlfriend teaches science. She has a lot of things that she uses for demonstrations to help her students understand concepts, chemistry in particular. I also want to mention that each of us has a small table next to our side of the living room, sofa for putting drinks, tissues, and other useful items on.

This is important, so bear with me here. On my side was a small water bottle that I'd been sipping from almost every day for the last, maybe couple of weeks, if our drinks were not ready or had already been finished when I needed to take a pill or something. I believe I brought it from my work, not scientific, or got it from a delivery bag where it would have been frozen to cool food. The reason I'm mentioning these details is this. Just the other day I reached over to take a sip and found something floating in the bottle.

Two somethings, in fact. They turned out to be a pipette and a tiny rubber or plastic piece that together were part of a physics demonstration. Now, let me be clear on a few points here. One, she never brought that demonstration home. Even if she had, it would have been in a bag, on her side of the couch. Two, she never touched my water bottle. Three, there is no chance this was a prank or something she did absent-mindedly and forgot about it.

She was as surprised and perplexed as me. Also, I had drank from that bottle either the day before or a day before that, and there was nothing whatsoever in it. I cannot come up with any rational explanation for this at all. It's not scary or harmful, but it's definitely strange. Today's date reminded me of a weird thing that happened a few years ago. It was unseasonably warm, and I was doing some project outside of my building. My downstairs neighbor came out to help, and as we're working, she comments that she didn't get much sleep,

and she asks if I had gotten a new doorbell. She complained that she was woken up by a doorbill going off in the middle of the middle of, of the night, and I apologize because my doorbell has actually been set off during windstorms in the past. But she says it sounded like it was in her room, and it wasn't the usual tone of my doorbell. Her apartment doesn't have one. So I quiz her. Maybe your phone.

Maybe our other neighbor's phone, a forgotten alarm. But nothing. She's sure. She, of course, checked her phone right away, and then she says, that what she found was the most strange, was that it happened at exactly 2.22 a.m. And I laughed because I was now sure that she was just messing with me. I kind of took a step back and was like, okay, whatever, and now she seems confused. Seriously.

She was trying to tell me that on 22 of 22, so 222.22 at exactly 2.22 a.m. that weird thing happened, Get out of here. She was serious, though, and I could tell that the date hadn't actually occurred to her. It was just the stupidest glitch. This was recent, so I thought I might share for people who are interested. We have two large dogs, and we live in the country. Inside, they have two beds with a caged-off area, not enclosed in the top, so they can get out if they really want to. They normally stay in the caged area unless we leave them a little.

alone inside, which we had to for a while due to broken fencing outside. We fixed up the fence, so they didn't have to get caged in the house anymore. They can and would often get out other area anyway, so it was more to contain them while we fixed up the fence. It was useful when they were puppies, not so much anymore. Normally when I leave the house and my boyfriend is at work, the dogs go outside. If he's not working and is home in the morning sleeping in, when I leave, the dogs stay inside, so they don't bark at me when I drive away and wake him up. This was one of those mornings.

I gave the dogs a bone-each to keep them occupied while boyfriend slept, and I left. I went to a couple of appointments and came home around lunchtime. I asked my boyfriend if he had a good sleep, and he said no, just not angry, just matter of fact. I was slightly annoyed at the dogs as I assumed they must have barked while inside, even though they had their bones to occupy them. I was wrong. He told me that when I left, he heard them outside barking at the gate, so he left them out there as he knew they were barking at me leaving.

That confused me, as I know I left them inside. There's no way they let themselves out or shut the door behind them. The door opens inward, and it's a number. knob-style door handle. I checked their beds, and sure enough, the fresh bones were there. I hadn't left the dogs inside for weeks previously due to our schedule. I hadn't needed to, and the fence was fixed, so it's not like they were yesterday's bones. As we don't let them eat bones inside, it's too messy.

But I had made the exception that morning to try to let my tired boyfriend sleep in after his recent crazy work schedule. He's adamant that he did not let them out, and I believe him. I know that I left them inside, or they wouldn't have had the bones on the bed. The bones would have been outside if they hadn't already been eaten. Ribbones plus big dogs equals demolished. I also know the dogs didn't follow me out accidentally. That cannot happen.

I gave them a ribbone each, shut the door of the barrier cage, and quietly left the house. house. Came back to find they'd somehow gotten outside while I was driving away, yet I didn't hear them barking. But I have to stop 30 meters away from the house yard gate to open the main gate onto the road, and the dogs are not quiet when they're outside, and someone's leaving. People might say that I misremembered leaving them inside, but I didn't. The bones would not have been inside on their beds otherwise. Boyfriend even confirmed the bones were there on the beds himself. We just cannot understand how they were outside if I had left them inside with bones. He didn't let them out, and neither did I.

Nobody else could have. I'm not sure what happened. But it's not the first time something like this has happened, weird, inexplicable things. But this was definitely strange due to the bones on their beds. This isn't a super freaky story, but it is strange and 100% true. Thanks, Raven, for having somewhere to share it. Here goes. I was walking to the store on the main street where I live

when this man in an older Econoline van pulls up. I specifically noticed the dark maroon color with the design pinstripe of blue and yellow going down the side of it. The van had a very distinct look. The man rolled his window down and kindly asked me if I needed to ride. Now, I normally just don't take rides from any strangers, but I did have a long way to walk to the store,

and this gentleman didn't give me any weirdo vibes. So we had general conversations, and I noticed that he had his big lump on his arm. I didn't mention it to him or anything. It's just part of the story for a reason. He dropped me off at the store, safe and sound, and I went about my life. I would see him drive by on the street from time to time

in the same van, same color, same person, and he would wave every so often. He would stop, and I have gotten a couple of rides from him over a few months, perhaps over a year, and he's always had the same van. Well, one day, I'm walking down that same street and a big off-white with some pinstriping down the side of it fan pulls over. It was him, and just like normal, he offered me a ride. I got in the vehicle again, and I noticed the lump on his arm, so I know for a fact. that it was him. And I had said to him, oh, you got another van? He said, no. This is the van I've always

had. And he was very serious. I said, so you painted it? And he said, no, what are you talking about? I'm looking around the van. The inside of it even looks slightly different than the one I had gotten a ride in before. And I specifically said to him, your van wasn't a, darker maroon color? I mean, I see you drive down the street all the time. You give me rides all the time, and I remember it being that color. And again, he's like, no, what are you talking about? It has always been this color.

It's always been this van. I've never changed anything. You're crazy. I can tell by looking at him that he really wasn't joking. This was the van that he says he knows was always the van. So I'm completely and utterly. confused. I'm thinking, well, I must have walked through a portal or something to a different timeline or a matrix or somebody planted this van and changed it in this universe. I don't know,

but this definitely happened and I'm definitely in awe. And more stuff like this has happened as well, which I'll tell you about that another time. So I've experienced strange and paranormal things all my life. One of the things that stands out, though, is the amount of times I've been seen by people who know me in places I was not in. People whom I have no memory of meeting would come up to me and start talking to me like we were old friends. They would often know my name even. I figured I just have one of those faces or had a faulty memory, but it always bothered me deep down, especially when they would know my name. This happened to me from a young age. I'm now my 40s, but the most undeniable instance was a few years ago, 2022, I think.

I had met a cool lady at the beach and we were becoming friends. One day she invited me to go to a small karaoke bar in town. I'm AUDHT and rarely ever go to such places. I don't care for crowds at all, but she convinced me it was a small place and a very chill vibe with not many people. I wanted to spend time with her, and karaoke did sound like fun, so I agreed. The bar was indeed small, just a back room at a Japanese restaurant. Not too crazy or loud.

I don't drink very often, but I wanted a Guinness. I went up to the bar to open a tab. The bartender was friendly and welcoming, so I asked her, can I get a Guinness, please? She put her barcloth down and stared at me, mildly annoyed. She said, I told you yesterday we don't have that here. And I was like, huh?

I said, I've never been here before. She kind of snorted and said, I think I would remember someone with green hair and a chin tattoo. I immediately got chills, and my friend and I both must have looked spooked because she looked at me again like, you're serious. I was like, yeah.

So me, my friend, and the bartender were kind of freaking out for a few minutes. I don't know to this day who or what went to that bar ahead of me, but I still think about it sometimes and get the chills. Dear Raven, thank you for sharing our stories. I've written this story out on three separate occasions, and each time the document would self-delete before I could manage to get it into an email. That was kind of glitchy if you ask me.

So I decided to let some time pass before I made this fourth attempt. In January of 2026, the days kept repeating. In January 2026, I lived the same week at least twice. I noticed the date. January 13th, I was with my friend Matt about 10 to 15 miles out of the city limits, sitting in his dodge pickup chatting while we looked up at the stars. We were literally staring into space as we offered one another ridiculous what-ifs and giggles between comfortable silences. We've been friends for decades.

We don't see each other daily, but we keep in touch and visit several times a year. I've been away from my hometown for at least the last three years. Matt came to visit me during that time, and this is our first time visiting since my recent return. Inevitably, time flies while you're having fun, and we realize it's gotten late. Matt asks if I have any plans for the following morning, and I tell him not really. and ask him what time he has to leave for work. He asks me what day it is, and I pulled up my phone to check the time before answering.

It's Wednesday, and I'm reminding him that because it's after midnight, it's now the 14th of January, 2026. His reply was 7 a.m. on Wednesdays, so we decided to call it a night and return to town. It was 1.30-something a.m. when I walked inside. On the night of the 15th of January, January, 26, my favorite cousin Lloyd invited me to his place for supper and some binge watching.

We decided to re-watch the American Gods series. After episode two or three, I asked him if he had to work on Friday morning, or if he planned on staying up late and trying to finish most of the first season. I already know he's going to fall asleep close to 2 a.m., but I ask anyways, to find out if I should plan to leave soon or how early he'll be waking me. He tells me not to worry about driving home until morning and asks me what day it is. Again, I pulled up my phone to check the time before answering. Much to my surprise, my phone said 10-13 January 13th.

I said, holy shit. Lloyd asked me what's wrong, and I said, It's January 13th again, but it can't be. I was hanging out with Matt on the 13th. And then I explained to Lloyd that Matt and I were hanging out. out on the 13th. I remembered him asking me the date, that we were together until after midnight,

and I didn't return home until the 14th, technically, because it was after 1.30 a.m. when I walked inside. I add that it was two days ago, practically, and in the few hours it's supposed to be the 16th, not the 14th again. He tells me that I had to have read the date wrong. That cell phone set, change, and update the time and date automatically. It's not wrong. I'm flabbergasted.

I know that he's right, but at the same time, I know better. I'm confused at this point, and I'm not certain if Lloyd is familiar with the glitch in the matrix phenomena. So I'm not sure if I should try to convince him. I know what I remember. I tell him that I don't think so, and shoot a quick text to Matt, asking what day we hung out last. He texts back, Wednesday. I sent another asking if he was sure in his reply was, we got home Wednesday morning.

I took a screenshot of my homepage, displaying the date and time and sent it to Matt. His reply is, two days ago, I send back. Yeah, I don't know what's going on with the date and time on my phone. Our conversation ends with him replying, The weird be with you, strange one. Meanwhile, I've been sharing my text, conversation with Lloyd in real time.

His response to Matt's confirming that, no, I did not recall my conversation about the date with Matt incorrectly, led him to the conclusion that I needed to go into my phone settings and check for an update, and check to see if I have my time and date set to automatic. I do, but my phone does not need an update, and it's on auto. So I ask if Lloyd has heard of the Mandela effect or the term glitch in the matrix. He says yes, but he tries not to think about such things for too long. I tell him I've experienced a few glitches, but never one that made me question if we were caught in a time loop or not before this.

He shrugs saying, Not much we could do about it now if we were. Let's watch the American gods, it's trippy enough. And with that, I agree. He hits play, and I soon forget about the date and time altogether. Two days later, I'm sorry. sitting at home on the couch, when my youngest son walks in and asks me if I will ride with him to the next town over. I ask him if he means this evening or tomorrow. He tells me, today,

I just got paid today. This immediately triggered some kind of bell in my head. I asked him what days he gets paid, and he tells me I know he gets paid bimonthly on the 15th and the 30th. How can it be the 15th? I question it loud and he is. I question it loud and he is. He is. He answers, because it's the first payday of the year, and the month this time. I just shake my head. That's not what I meant. So, again, I go through the entire conversation with Matt via text concerning when we hung out last. What day it was?

When did I text him last? What was the day on the screenshot, etc. And I sent another screenshot of my homepage. I swear the only difference in our conversation, was that he added again below the words two days ago. So, being more certain than ever than I'm in the Groundhog Day scenario for an entire week, I started texting with Lloyd. I managed to confirm that we both remember the same conversation about the 13th happening twice,

and now the 15th. I ask him if I could be losing my mind and not know it. He texts back and says, well, I'm right there with you. I reply with the crazy eyes emoji. Then he asks if I want to come out and watch more episodes of American Gods, and I tell him tomorrow, or whenever the date changes to the 17th for certain. I went to pick him up the following night,

and we picked up our series at episode six of season one. Hi, Raven. I've been listening to you for about seven months. I'm happy to have found you because I was craving stories such as the ones that you should. I have many stories myself and never found the time to send in any, but finally I sat down to write you a few and I hope they're good enough to share. This glitch happened back when I was a child, about 10 years old or so. I grew up with a large family of nine where my dad was the only one who worked, and my mom was a stay-at-home mom. We were poor, so one of the only entertainments that we had were movies, because we could write

rent them out for free at our public library. If the young kids listening in don't know, the library was the only place you could rent out anything for free for a few days. No payment subscription needed, like streaming sites these days. Blockbuster was a luxury, since it was a paid rental, and we would only go if my dad really wanted to check out a new movie that was released. On one of our weekly trips to the library, my dad rented out this romance musical movie on DVD.

The movie was called from Justin to Kelly. It was a musical romance movie about college kids falling in love on spring break. It was a fun movie, and my siblings and I loved it. I rewatched it recently, and I can't say the same. It's definitely a 2000s movie. There was one song in the movie that became our favorite. I remember it clearly. It was fun with lots of energy and dancing.

I can't remember the entire scene, but I clearly remember a bit. and those bits are still very clear to me. We replayed that song over and over, probably over 20 times until my mom was fed up with it and told us to go play outside. The next day, my siblings and I all gathered to watch the movie again. We sat watching the entire movie and patiently waited for the song to come on, only for it to not.

We were confused, and we realized the movie was near the end. We started questioning if someone clicked the skip button. Did we miss it? Is it still coming later in the movie? We kept watching until the movie ended and the credits played. All seven of us were flabbergasted. What happened to our favorite song? We clicked the menu and went back to the beginning and rewatched the movie again,

hoping that we just missed it. Again, we got to the part where we think the song should have played and there was nothing. An entire part of the movie was gone. An entire song was gone. This was on a DVD. A physical disc where edits and re-uploads are not possible. How did an entire scene from a movie just disappear? We knew that we weren't crazy, because all of us remembered that part of the movie.

We came up with every possible idea or reason as to why this scene was missing. Did we scratch the DVD? No, DVD was in perfect condition, and the entire movie did not have an awkward cut. Maybe we remembered wrong and we liked a different song. No, all the songs throughout the movie didn't give us the same happy, fun feeling we had with our favorite. We went through the menu options and tried to see if we could find it in the scene index, where you can jump to a specific part of the movie. We looked through the extra sections in the menu trying to see if they have deleted,

behind the scenes. We tried everything. Confused, we started joking that all seven of us teleported into a different universe. Later that day, when our dad came home from work, my dad wanted to watch it. All of us kids sat down to watch as well. Again, that scene never showed up. We asked our parents if they remembered that song and they looked at us confused. What song, they said. We started explaining the song and they had no recollection of it. Now we're even more convinced that we're experiencing a glitch in the Matrix. Did we really glitch to a timeline where that scene never existed? We accepted the reality, but we're sad that we could never watch it again.

If it never existed in this universe, all we have are our shared memories of it. Fast forward to 2025. We were chatting and brought up that glitch. Later, my sister decided to rewatch the movie, and lo and behold, that song, never played, even on the online version. So, one of my sisters went and tried to search online for any deleted scenes, anything for a piece of proof that the scene existed. After a few hours, I hear screams.

My sister found it. Us sisters ran to her and all watched it together. As we watched the video, I started questioning if she was right. I disagreed and said that this isn't it. this wasn't the song. I remember it differently. So, we took the clip, and sent it to our other siblings to get their opinions. However, it's been too long, and they can't remember clearly either.

My sister concluded that the clip she found was the song, but I still disagree. Now I'm doubting my memories of it. I feel like the bits that I remembered are so vivid. Did I just remember the wrong song and came to believe that my false memories were the truth? No matter the case, that glitch still happened, and we'll probably never find that scene in this timeline. Thank you for reading, Raven. I have more spooky paranormal stories to share that are definitely more interesting than this one. But thank you for all you do.

Thank you for listening. One morning on my way to work, something happened. happened on a busy road that made me afraid to look in my mirrors for almost a year. I've had a few strange experiences throughout my life, and I've never really been able to explain them. Some were small things that just left me puzzled, but one particular incident stayed with me for a long time, and genuinely unsettled me. When I was younger, I used to experience deja vu quite often. Sometimes it was so strong that it felt as if I already knew what was about to happen next.

One of the earliest strange things I remember happened when I was still a child. Where I grew up, we didn't have much money, so I only had one physical education uniform for school. Twice a week we had PE, and my mother always made sure that we washed our PE clothes after school. That meant washing the socks, the shorts, and the T-shirt by hand, and hanging them outside on the line. One afternoon I remember clearly washing everything and hanging it up to dry. I could still picture myself doing it, but two days later, when I went to get my uniform for school, it was dirty, exactly as if it had never been washed at all.

That didn't make sense, I remembered washing it very clearly. And my mother would have never let me skip that chore without noticing. Yet somehow the clothes were still dirty. years later something else strange happened while I was driving I was approaching a speed camera and instinctively glanced down on my dashboard to check my speed all the gauges were sitting at zero almost as if the car wasn't even running but the moment that I looked at them they suddenly jumped up and showed the speed I was actually driving it was as if they had been dormant and only came to life when I looked at them

that was odd but the strangest experience happened one morning when I was driving to work. At the time, I was a teacher in Campinas, Sao Paul, Brazil. Every morning I drove the same route to school. To get there, I had to enter a very busy road, something similar to a large expressway. To join it, I had to go through a roundabout and take the third exit. That morning, everything seemed normal. After taking the third exit, I checked my rearview mirror, which is something I always do when merging. But there was nobody behind me. Not a single car. That immediately felt strange because that road was usually very busy at that time of the morning.

The only way it would normally happen would be if I had just passed through a traffic light, and everyone else had been stopped behind me. But there were no traffic lights there at all. I drove that route every weekday and knew the road very well. Ahead of me, the traffic looked completely normal. In fact, it was quite heavy that morning. I remember even thinking to myself that I wished the road in front of me looked like the one behind me, because the traffic ahead was slow and packed with cars.

But when I looked in the mirror again, there was still nothing behind me. I checked again, still nothing. Then I looked at the side mirrors as well, and again, absolutely nothing. What made it even stranger was that I could clearly see cars approaching on the opposite side of the road. They were driving toward me normally in the oncoming lanes. But when those cars passed me, I never saw them disappear behind me in the mirrors. Normally, when a car passes you, in the opposite direction, you catch a glimpse of it in the mirror as it disappears behind you. But that wasn't happening.

It was as if the cars existed while they were approaching me, but the moment they passed my car, they simply vanished from the world behind me. At that point, I felt very uneasy. I decided that I wasn't going to look at the mirrors again and just, kept driving until I reached work. Later, when I told people about it, the reactions were mixed. Some people were fascinated, and others were actually a bit scared by the story. The only way I can describe it is that everything in front of me looked completely normal, but when I looked into the mirrors, it felt like I was seeing a completely different reality behind my car.

For almost a year after that, I felt nervous about looking in the mirrors when driving on that road. Then one day about a year later, I was driving there again with my mother. We had gone to a large supermarket near that road. Because she was with me, I felt a little braver. So I finally looked at the mirror again, and this time everything was completely normal. There were cars behind me just as you would expect. But seeing that somehow made the original experience even stranger, it confirmed to me what I had seen on that road about a year earlier wasn't normal at all.

To this day, I still don't have an explanation for what happened. Sometimes I still wonder if for a few moments that morning, I was somehow looking at a different version of the road behind me. Just a heads up, the story does kind of contain a spoiler for a movie, so listen at your own risk, I guess. Hi, 45-year-old female here. I've always known from a pretty young age that I could sense things. Super intuitive, I guess.

For most of my life, I have had unexplainable things happen. I'm not like some people who experience strange occurrences on the norm. But once you open yourself up, most people will be able to relate at least some strange events that's happened to them. Does anyone know how they've died in a previous life? For me, I drowned. I have dreams that started at a young age of me getting swept up in huge waves, with the understanding that this was it. that I ceased to exist after this event.

At first, I thought this was just your standard nightmare, but knew after a while of having the stream that something else was up. I have a healthy fear of water, but I'm always extremely careful, especially at the beach. One dream in particular stands out and was different. I was at the beach with my family, the same beach we go to every year, Cherry Grove, North Myrtle Beach. and we were playing on the beach and this huge storm comes up on the horizon,

where you see a big tsunami with these waterspout tornadoes coming out of it. It was so vivid, and having that same doom feeling that I felt before, I woke up feeling off, but eventually the effects of that dream were off. Fast forward several years later, and I'm sitting on the couch watching a movie with my husband about a man dealing with these visions. Are they real or has he succumbed to schizophrenia that runs in his family? At the end of the movie, he takes his family on a trip to the beach, to the same destination where my family goes.

And while he's watching the family play on the beach, he looks out in the horizon, and there is that same storm that is in my dream. I BS you not. I'm dumbfounded. I could not believe my eyes or senses. I had tears just streaming down my heart. face. I cannot put into words that feeling and still ten years later cannot pinpoint the feeling that encompassed my body or reliving that dream on the big screen. Was what I saw a precursor,

or even a time glitch of me dreaming about a movie that I might see in the future? I guess we'll just never know. I don't know if this is a glitch, but it certainly doesn't make sense, and the explanation does not work for me. It's also kind of great. but thankfully the story is short. For my partner's birthday party, I decided to buy some fake nails, the cheap ones that you press on with glue. My own were brittle and I picked some fakes with iridescent gems on top. After they gradually fell off one by one, I stuck them back on and painted them with pink polish. After the second time they fell off, I threw them away.

Almost one year later, I was eating some crissue. crisp, beef and horseradish flavor in case anyone wants to know. I offered the bag to my mother who spent a few minutes eating them down to the remnants. She suddenly wretched, coughed, and spat out one of my fake nails that looked quite crushed and cracked. Specifically, it was the one for my little finger. My mother began yelling at me for leaving a disgusting nail in the bag. I said no way it can't be. I had thrown them in the bin last December.

The bin was in my bedroom upstairs. It was unmistakably mine and not some crisp factory hygiene abomination because it had my pink nail varnish painted on it. My mother's explanation was that it somehow wasn't thrown in the bin, somehow lived in my room unnoticed before sticking to my hand 11 months later, unnoticed, carried downstairs, and then was transported into the depths of a large crisp packet. This is not satisfactory to me. I always wash my hands before eating food with them, usually in the kitchen sink.

How could a nail stick to my hand for that long? Why did it look crushed like it had spent time in the trash? And it was right at the bottom of the bag, camping out with all the fragments and crumbs. I still gag thinking about it, and I'm not even the one who nearly swallowed it. I guess the moral of the story is, watch what you put in your mouth. Hi Raven. This just happened to me in the last two hours or so.

I figured I would write it down while it's still fresh in my mind. To preface this, I live in a small town in Tennessee. My husband and I rent a house from his grandmother who lives maybe a hundred feet away in her house. She was gone tonight with work and we house sit for her and take care of her animals. My friend, Lissa, decided to come over to my house to hand. out for a while. We cooked dinner and decided that we were going to go to the store to get a few things. After we finished shopping, and we were back in her car, we realized we had forgotten

toilet paper. I told her that we could just go to my husband's grandmother's house and pick some up and check on the animals. We get there and we walk through her kitchen to get to her bedroom where the animals usually sleep. Lissa turned the kitchen light on, and I checked the floor in the kitchen to make sure that nothing was there as the cats sometimes leave food on the floor that we have to pick up. The floor was empty. We made our way to the bedroom to see the cats and pick up some toilet paper. We come back through the kitchen and see two perfect circles of cat food in the middle of the kitchen floor.

We were certain that they were not there before. We book it out of the house and back into Lisa's car. We exit the driveway and get back to my driveway. She turns the car off and can't get the key out of the ignition. Now, normally this wouldn't scare us, but seeing as we just witnessed two piles of food appear out of nowhere, it was enough to leave us slightly shaken. We decided to drive to a gas station and collect our thoughts, and when we get there, the key comes out without a problem. We look at each other and just figure maybe it's a coincidence.

We drive back to my house and park in the driveway. Alyssa again turns her car off and can't pull the key out of the ignition. Now at this point, we're just flummoxed. Alyssa says, Oh my God, we forgot to turn the light off. She was referring to the kitchen light in my husband's grandmother's house, so we head back down there, but Lisa is scared to go in the house. So I volunteer.

I go in, and shockingly there are not any piles of cat food on the floor. I turn the light off and I run like. hell. I make it back to Lissa's car and we again drive into my driveway. Lisa turns a car off one more time and tries to pull the keys out. The keys won't budge. However, when I try to pull them out, they slide out of the ignition normally. We run in the house and sit on the couch. Lissa gets up to go to the bathroom, and I get up to go to my kitchen to get my phone. And I think for half a second, I should probably lock the door. But then I realize my husband is about to to be home. Keep in mind, this is an extremely rural small town. We usually keep our doors unlocked

because the scariest thing outside is a coyote, and they typically don't open doors. I go sit back down and a few minutes later I hear the handle jiggle, and then a knock. It's my husband, and the door somehow became locked within the few minutes I had sat on the couch, and by the time he came home. Now I typically don't believe in glitches in the Matrix or paranormal stuff. I just figured the majority of people that sent you stories were misremembering things, but after tonight's events, I may just change my mind. For its snowmobile and ATV trails. I graduated from high school in the area,

and although I'm not much of an outdoorsy kind of person, and don't ride snowmobile or ATV myself, I was aware that the trails in this area are vast enough that you could do almost all of your traveling, just by these trails with a snowmobile or ATV alone, without the need for another vehicle like a car if you chose to. The story takes place long after I graduated high school, while I was on vacation from work where I currently live, and was up there visiting my mother and stepfather.

As often happens when I travel up there for vacation, I had many old high school friends messaging me and calling me to make plans to meet up and hang out. A particularly close high school friend of mine wanted us to get together, at his new place, that his wife and kids had moved into in a town that a lot of New Englanders might recognize called Caribou. Caribou was about a 45-minute drive

from my mother and stepfather's place, which was not an uncommon travel time for the area. It's a pretty low-populated rural, area where even the closest Walmart was about an hour away. So, we planned on a day to get together, and on that day, I started making the 45-minute journey to their place on a route that many on the east coast of the U.S. have heard of. Route 1. A route that connects all the way from northern Maine down to the panhandle on the Keys of Florida.

This was the main route that connected most of the towns in the area together. As I made my way towards their place, I entered the district. town of Caribou, and unfortunately I can't remember the exact area where what I'm about to describe occurred, but I remember it was a pretty wooded area on the north side of the route, and it was an area where you'd pass the occasional house or farmland on the south side of the route. It was towards the end of the stretch of the route, where you had to stay especially vigilant for Moose Crossing. As they posted signs, it stated to be aware of Moose Crossing for two or three miles.

They even put reflectors every so many feet for this stretch on either side of the route to make it easier for travelers to spot moose that are about to cross. As I'm getting toward the end of the stretch, I see a house with farmland up ahead on the south side of the route, and I see what looks to me to be like a snowmobile crossing slowly from the south side of the route over to the north side of the route. At that time, I hadn't really much thought about it, but this was in the middle of summer. which made the experience after the fact even more questionable. I watched as what I thought was a snowmobile crossing the road,

pass in front of one of the reflectors, and disappear into the woods on the north side of the route. But this is where it gets strange. About 30 seconds to a minute later I was passing through where I thought I saw the snowmobile cross, and when I looked at the north side of the route, it was nothing but thick woods. There was no trail for a snowmobile or even,

an ATV to enter. My mind was boggled, and I struggled for the rest of the drive to explain the experience to myself. I believe I told my friends of the experience after arriving. The only explanation I could come up with was that maybe I saw a mirage from the summer heat coming off of the roadway, but that still didn't explain why it was shaped like a snowmobile or why I saw it block one of the reflectors as it crossed. Anyway, thanks for giving those of us who have had these kind of experience as a place to share them,

and may your channel have many more to share. I sure hope so. Hi, Raven, long-time listener here. Thanks for all you do. For a while, I've been wanting to submit a story to the channel, and something happened that finally seemed to fit the bill. My friend and I both experienced a glitch recently. We attended the same university for several years.

My friend eventually got a job doing remote graphic design work for the school, and they still show up on campus fairly often for meetings. For as long as we both attended the school, there was a boarded-up old bookshop down one of the main stretches, with restaurants, thrift stores, and the like. The bookshop had old prints of people like Elvis Presley hanging in the window. The shop's sign was faded in town, as though it had been abandoned for decades.

We were always curious about it, but we couldn't so much as peep inside for the entire duration of our time attending the school. Even after I left, I would go back to that part of town to go to one of my favorite spots, just to see the old bookshop still boarded up. Then something very strange happened. My friend texted me telling me that there was a card of books for sale in front of the abandoned shop. They were ecstatic, telling me about all the vintage manga they were able to find. Intrigued, I texted back saying that we should go check it out. I figured the store must have gotten a new owner.

Maybe they'd put all that old forgotten inventory to good use. We made plans to visit the shop, and I was able to score a few prints to put on display in my apartment. It felt like digging around in someone's attic. The space was dark, slightly disorganized, and filled with antique magazines. and books that hadn't been touched in years. A college kid sat behind the counter with earphones in, looking dazed. Eventually, my friend and I went to check out. My friend casually said,

I'm glad to see you guys are open. When did you open back up? The kid blinked a few times, confused, and replied, We never closed. My friend and I took a beat knowing that that couldn't be true. The longest time we were closed was during COVID. He stated. My friend and I attended the school around 2022,

shortly after pandemic restrictions were beginning to lift. We had known what we had seen, an abandoned, boarded-up shop. But evidently, the store was open for business the entire time. My husband, daughter, and I went to our grocery store after picking up our daughter from school when we experienced a glitch in the matrix. After browsing the store for about 20 minutes and adding things to our cart,

we got ready to head to the checkout stand where my daughter, husband and I, created an assembly line chain, where we would pass my husband groceries to scan and ring up, with a satisfying beep. After bagging our produce, I remember that I held one of the handles of the four plastic bags in my hand. My husband popped open the trunk of our car and started putting groceries away, while our daughter watched. He then put our daughter in her car seat. That's when I saw and remembered my hand reaching out to throw some produce into the trunk of the car. I distinctly remember seeing a brown plastic bag in the food that I had in it disappear into the car,

with the three other bags of groceries. I mean, it's simple math, right? Grocery store math basic. But when I looked down at my body standing next to the car, as I went to get in it, I realized I was still holding the bag that I threw into the trunk. This seemed physically impossible.

Had my husband retrieved a bag and handed me another similar one? No, that couldn't have happened, because I recognized the produce in the bag is the same as I had thrown in the car. I had experienced a grocery glitch in the Matrix, and it had nothing to do with current grocery inflation sticker price shock.

No, this was more of a time warp. So what happened here? Did we somehow rewind? I have had a very weird past 48 hours. I thought that this might fit your podcast, so I'm submitting this experience in hopes that it's sufficient enough for the podcast

and would delight your listeners. I love your show, so I wish to give you something back, and I hope that this is enough. Honestly, just listening is more than enough, so thank you. There are a few symbols, which I consider as lucky symbols for myself, a rainbow, a sunflower, and a feather, especially if it's white.

If I ever encounter them when I had a bad day, I always take them as little positive messages, urging me to keep up waving my own flag and not giving up. I'm also practicing spirituality and some positive spellworks, mainly to keep up good vibes and uplift energy. And one of my favorite deities over the past 20 years is Egyptian god Sutec, or better known as set. I have a little home altar with some candles and a big bronze-colored set statue,

then I got as a Christmas gift a few years ago after my old set statue broke. I'm not an active worshipper of any deity, but I really do love set. It's been a really, really long dry season when it comes to any positive signs or messages. Trust me, I know when I see one. just me budding in to say, wow, same. I've been living my ordinary daily life without any weird occurrences, except for the past 48 hours, which is why I decided to write this experience to you. Now it is Saturday where I am, and these events started on Thursday.

I went to an appointment that I had, and when I left the appointment, I noticed three cars parked next to each other. All register plates and cars in my home country consist of three letters and three numbers. like ABC 123. These three cars parked side by side had plate numbers 211, 122, and 221. I thought that it was funny and it did make me smile. I walked a few steps forward and saw a car with plate 120. Okay, so numbers 1 and 2 are repeating.

Again, I thought that it was funny, albeit I did feel a bit funny, thinking if this was a sign of some sort because of a quintuble, This being a very peculiar one. I live in a big city with hundreds of thousands of cars, so what are the odds that three cars with plates 211-1-122 and 221 are all parked right next to each other? I went back home from the appointment and had to go to the bathroom, and on my bathroom floor there was a white feather. I didn't think much of it, as it was definitely from my eider-down duvet, but I didn't think. did pay attention to it a bit more because of the register plates that I had just seen 30 minutes earlier. If nothing, it was a good omen to find one.

I cooked, ate, and after the dinner, I vacuumed. When all the house chores were done, for the day, I decided to relax and listen to some music from YouTube while I played games on my mobile phone. I randomly chose one of the recommended videos for vintage jazz from the 1940s. I listened to it for a bit and realized that I needed to go to the bathroom again. I paused the video and went to do my business, and when I came back, I noticed that the video had paused at the 2-minute 22-second mark, and the whole length of the music track collection was 2 hours 12 minutes and 12 seconds.

So 2-2-2 and 2-1-212. Again, the same numbers as those register plates. What are the odds to see 221-1-122-2-211-1-2-2-2-1-2-1-2-2-1-2 within a few hours? There's a lot of twos and ones. Confused, I continued to listen to Vintage Jazz while I went to check my social media pages. Immediately, I saw two random images of rainbows after another, followed by sunflowers. Think about, like, X-feeds or Instagram feeds, where there shouldn't be any rainbows based on your recent act. that you've fed to the algorithm, but there they were.

My social media feed should be all about games, punk, vintage art, and comics, not about cottage core or kawai core with rainbows and sunflowers. So at this point, I'm like, okay, so these are definitely signed and there's a lot of them in a matter of a few hours. I felt happy about these positive nudges and went to bed in a good mood after I had gotten my full fix on daily music. In my bed, I scrolled my feed for a bit to see if there were any new interesting arts that I wanted to retweet, and I saw two images of my favorite game characters, whom I've not seen in months, though I use social media daily for many hours.

This character is also something I do consider a good sign if I spot him randomly. His personal message to me, which I have attached to him, is a liminal space between old and new while moving towards the better without a chance to return to the old. For example, I kept seeing this character around a lot six months prior to my studies, and I didn't even know I was going to apply for a school and be accepted in. After graduation, it was impossible to go back to the time when you weren't graduated yet, so it was a move toward better, without a chance to return back to the old. So far, seeing this character randomly like this and a repeat has been,

predicted an upcoming positive change, like nine times out of ten. And it's been going on for 20 years. I think that when you're in direct contact with the spiritual site of life, the spiritual realm comes up with interesting and funny ways of giving you messages. Anyway, I'm thinking that I never had a day when I have gotten so many signs and repeat in a span of five hours or so. Five number sequences with the same two numbers only. A white feather.

Numbers 1-1-1, two images of a rainbow, image of a sunflower, and two images of this extremely special favorite character of mine. I paid attention to this thinking that, well, at least I might be on the right track and went to sleep. The next day, which would be Friday, I slept really long as the day was a free day. I had no hurry waking up, but after I did finally get out of bed, I got myself some breakfast. I wanted to eat while listening to these Ravens podcasts, as I have a lot to catch up on, so I opened my laptop and saw that the time was 1313. That's 1 p.m. for those who use the 12-hour clock.

I find it funny that my day starts immediately with 1-3-1-3 number sequences, as I saw so many 1-2-1-2 sequences yesterday. I think I said to myself, it seems that we moved one number forward from 2 to 3. and I found this amusing. I eat and listen to Raven's podcast, and after the video ends, I make up my mind to listen to some music while I check my social media pages for new art, news, and friends' activities.

YouTube's front page has a randomly generated playlist of songs which I had not listened to in this year, and I chose it, delighted by this sudden recommendation of these songs that I had already forgotten. I didn't choose to listen to Raven because I can't read and listen at the same time, and I really want to hear everyone's interesting experiences. So, music it is. I'm not offended, trust me. I scrolled down my social media page when I saw a post which spelled out my birth name with a one-letter difference only. I was shocked. My name is rare and foreign,

and it should never appear even in a remote way on an English-speaking platform, but there it was. my name, like imagine an English name like Christian spelled with C-H-R-I-S-T-I-N without the A or Jolene spelled Zolene with a Zed I kept staring at that post that I was seeing for a solid few minutes not believing my eyes I had been using this platform for 15 years daily and I had never encountered my name or namesake there

not even with people's own characters and their names It's rare to run into my name even in my own home country. And there it was, just one letter missing on an English-speaking social media platform. I was so, so surprised. I saved the image so that I could prove it to myself later that I wasn't imagining it. I was so shocked that I stopped the music that was playing on my headphones from YouTube. At the same time, because I needed to clear my head, and lo and behold, the song's title had a number one-one-one. I immediately clicked back to the front page, opened a podcast because I can't deal with this music now,

and lo and behold again, the random video that I clicked to open to listen to instead of music, had 57,577-57 views, so a 57577 sequence. Right then, I get a notification that the movie I reserved has arrived for a pickup at my local library. So I head there to clear my head for a bit with a walk. And I decide that I will also do some grocery shopping at a shopping mall, which is in the same direction as the library, a short distance away. I made my way out, and there was a car parked in my front yard, where only maintenance can park their cars. And the plate number was 990. On my way to the library, which takes only a few minutes, I saw a white feather on the ground.

Again, I just saw one yesterday in my bathroom. It's still snowy here as I live in the Northern Hemisphere, so birds. are not changing their feathers yet, but there was still a white feather among the melting snow, slush and wet streets. I go to the library, pick up the movie and head towards the shopping mall, when I see glitter plastic stars in the street spilled all over.

Dazzled by all these signs going on, I go to the shopping mall and realize that I have a gift card to one of the shops from where I could actually go to get some household paper for the kitchen, as I'm soon to run out. As the household and toilet papers are located near the cashier, I had to walk through the whole store. I suddenly notice a pink pencil case among flower vases, somewhere where it doesn't belong.

It had been turned towards the aisle where I walked, and it had a white patch on the side that said, change is good. At this point, I'm like, okay, it's been an hour, and I've seen a number sequence 1313. My rare name spelled on a random online post with one letter difference, so that it still spells my name clearly. A number sequence 111, a number sequence 57577,

the number 99, a white feather, stars on the street, and now a pencil case saying change is good. Not to mention that yesterday in a span of a few hours, I saw numbers one and two repeating, two rainbows, sunflowers, another white feather in my favorite character who I had not seen at ages anywhere. I get back home and continue my day normally, though I think I was buzzing a bit internally for these unusual repeating positive signs, just pouring in all of the sudden. I check my phone to see if it needs charging and the battery life is at 44. It makes me smile because of course it's going to be 44 when I check it.

I leave the phone on the sofa while I continue doing some other things and check later the phone again to see if it needs charging now because I use it as a modem for all my other electronics. Now the battery life is at 33%. Amused, I continue to do other things,

listening to podcasts, watching TV, chatting with people online, cooking, eating, etc. Since Saturday is also a free day, I can stay up late. My internet connection disappears suddenly and I go to see what's wrong with my phone. It shouldn't need charging just yet. It's in a restart mode because it had a system update yesterday, so I wait for it to boot itself back to life, so I can put the hot spot back on.

When the phone opens again, the clock says that it's 11.m. I'm starting to think that either there is a huge cheerleader group on the other side of this physical realm to cheer me up, or my skull is too thick and whatever they're trying to say has not gone through, so they need to keep sending these signs. As I've handled everything I need, I went to scroll back to the same social media page which had a post with my name on it, and it sometimes gives random recommendations for social media pages to follow, and all of the sudden I see one recommendation.

It's an art piece of set, the Egyptian deity of chaos, my favorite deity. whom I have as a statue on my home altar. I wish I could have screamed out loud without waking the neighbors, because I was this close to flipping. Now, after all these numbers and feathers and stars and rainbows and sunflowers and my name and change is good, the Lord Set himself pops out. I swear to all that is holy that I have not seen a single recommendation of Set ever on that platform,

in 15 years, ever. Like I said, the content should just be punk, vintage art, comics, and such. What is Lord Set doing there? To play it safe, I gave a little sacrificial gift to set after this, at least to thank him for showing up himself to deliver these messages. All of these messages that I'd been seeing for the past two days. Now, as I finish writing the story, the clock is showing 333, so another number sequence there.

I hope that this means super good news is on the horizon since it seems the spiritual world has brought in all of its arsenal to get my attention, even sending Lord Set to see me personally. I sincerely hope that all this was an indication that something good is coming for you, because you, my friend, absolutely deserve the best. All of you, but yeah, I'll save that part for later. Hey, Raven, I love your videos. They help me pass the time at work when I'm driving. I'm a delivery driver for a retail store.

My glitch happened one day while I was working, but before that, I would like to talk about something relevant to the glitch for some background. Years ago, at this point, when Randonautica was going viral on social media, the idea intrigued me. Although I never found anything bizarre, I admired the idea of intentions guiding us. Flash forward to last October, as someone who loves spooky things, I was listening to a podcast.

It was about Waverly Hills Sanatorium. I was thinking about how cool it would be to visit. I live close to it and have never been. As I was thinking this, I put in the address to my next delivery and didn't notice anything odd at first. But once I started driving up the hill, I realized I was delivering to the Sanatorium. They were prepping for the Halloween season. They instruct me to go through the gate, and I drive up to the building the first time I had seen it in person.

I wonder if my intentions of wanting to visit caused a glitch, to be listening to a podcast about it, and thinking about wanting to visit it on top of the fact that they told me they didn't order the trash cans I delivered from my store. They ordered them from Amazon, leaving us all very confused. Since then, I haven't had a delivery there, and the other drivers from my store have never had to deliver there. One of America's most haunted places seemingly made sure I have the chance to gaze upon it, and it's a coincidence that I can't shake the feeling with some kind of intention glitch.

Thank you for reading my story, Raven, and I hope that you have a wonderful day. Hello, Raven. It sure is a pleasure to write a story, and after listening to your show for so many years. I never in my life thought that I would be riding in with a glitch, as I always just sort of thought there was an explanation for everything, or that it was just my mind playing tricks on me. However, that was all blown out of the water yesterday morning. I recently bought some new bright orange shoes, with shoelaces from a charity shop.

I figured it would be worth mentioning they're from a charity shop, as used goods seem to often have strange phenomena surrounding them. I believe this is because their previous owners even loved or hated the objects and part of their spirit remains with these objects, whether that being from them passing away or just a strong emotional sense of belonging, or dis belonging to the object. I picked them up so they were only 15 pounds. They were an awesome, bright color, and I needed new shoes badly. Having owned them a couple of days, I recently have been spending some time on a couple of trips to and from the hospital, as I just had a newborn baby with my wife, and I've had to offer her

support as she required a cesarean section. Last night, however, when I got home and went to bed, I had a strange dream where I decided to not bother wearing my shoes from my car to the house that I live in, predictably because I was very tired, and in real life genuinely considered it, but only as a passing and rather daft thought, as obviously wearing no shoes outdoors is not really a smart idea. However, as mentioned earlier, secondhand goods often have a strong effect on people due to their previous owners. Could it be this? Who knows? However, what happened next was unbelievable. The next morning, my shoes had completely disappeared. They weren't in the car, they weren't in the

house, they were nowhere. The fact that I had this exact dream at this exact time, and then these bright orange shoes vanished off the face of the earth is mind-blowing to me, and I've barely spent any time in the house due to my wife needing support. And even if I had somehow lost them in the house, how on earth could I miss two size 12, UK-size, bright orange shoes? No matter how I try to think of it, I simply cannot figure this one out. That's why I'm submitting this as my first story to you because it's truly blown my mind.

P.S. Universe, if you're listening, please give me my shoes back. Thank you ever so much for reading my story, Raven. And who knows, maybe one day you'll have a glitch story of your own to tell us. I hope you get your shoes back. Back in school, my best friend was really mad at this other girl, so she decided to fight her. I gave her my rings to make the punch more painful, which I regret and do feel bad about. After the fight, my friend gave me the rings back, and when I got home, I put my rings on my desk in my room. My mom was very angry at me for my involvement, but she said she was going to put it aside while we went on vacation.

We'd gone on vacation to Florida. but after that when I came back I went to go get my rings because I'm attached to them but they weren't there my mom said that she doesn't care and not to talk to her about it but that she didn't touch them and my stepdad had no idea that the fight even happened and he wouldn't touch the rings either way

and if he did he would just put them with my other rings I searched through my whole room my bathroom and my backpack and there was no sign of my rings. I still haven't found them. But if they show back up, I will update you. Hey there, friends. Welcome to the end of this episode of the Glitch in the Matrix stories on the As the Raven

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