As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 121 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: May 27, 2026

Welcome to the 121st Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 14 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. 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... Susanna K, Mini Escanor, Irina, Fanfictionmusiclover, Syd r, @Thatjbmofo, James Bozeman AKA Omus, Paul, Drew, Buzz, CommunicationOk4707, Angel, Marlene, Catarina yankey As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story ### 1 ➤ 0:58 2 ➤ 4:52 3 ➤ 10:21 4 ➤ 13:25 5 ➤ 16:55 6 ➤ 25:07 7 ➤ 26:42 8 ➤ 28:17 9 ➤ 30:55 10 ➤ 37:34 11 ➤ 45:50 12 ➤ 51:21 13 ➤ 57:36 14 ➤ 1:00:42 ----- 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

Attention listeners, whoever's driving the silver Toyota, you left your headlights on, and your car running, and it's on fire, please come to the front. Today we have some glitch in the Matrix stories for you. The strange oddness that occurs in our existence. Whether or not you believe in simulation theory, these can still be interesting stories. I'm not saying I believe in simulation theory personally. I do, however, look at these stories as oddities kind of under the supernatural umbrella. I'm not saying that life is a simulation. personally, I'm just saying, weird stuff definitely happens, so. Hopefully you enjoy the stories, and I hope I see you guys here soon. Oh, and also, a huge thank you to everyone who, um, reassured me and gave me positive feedback on my little update post that I did. I really do appreciate that.

It actually does mean a lot, so thank you. Hello, Raven. To give you all a little background, I am a retired firefighter. I begin my volunteer firefighting career in 2001, inspired by what happened on September 11th of 2001, and I retired late of 2009. As a firefighter slash EMT first responder, you see a lot of weird things and crazy stuff over the years. Many things can be anomalous, but mostly mundane normal stuff, and I have several stories, but I'll tell you and your audience the biggest anomalous glitch in the Matrix. I have ever experienced as a firefighter. It began on a warm southern Oregon afternoon in White City, Oregon.

Our station was toned out on a five-alarm fire. Our station is in Gold Hills, and we're about 20 minutes out to the scene of fire at the American lumber mill in White City. The fire that we were battling was caused by a forklift operator driving away from a 200-gallon propane tank and forgetting to disconnect and it caused a sparked and caused a massive fire. When our engine arrived at the scene, the commander and battalion chief gave us orders for fire suppression. Keep in mind, there are no hydrants, so we were all using the water that's on our engines. Our particular engine carried a thousand gallons of water.

It's called a pumper tender. On top of our engine, we have what they call a monitor, in simple terms. It's a water cannon. We took the monitor and staked it into the dirt and put the water stream on the process. propane tank that was on fire. The fire was extremely hot, we had our full turnouts on, and we used a stack of railroad ties to shield us from the heat. We used about three quarters of the water that was in our tank, so approximately 750 gallons

when the propane tank exploded. This is when the glitch in the matrix actually happened. The exploding 200-gallon propane tank caused a shockwave, keep in mind we were shield, shielded from any fire, and we were all on our bellies in full turnouts. We were dead center lined up with the shockwave. I was on my stomach hands out in front of me, and during the shockwave, time and space quite literally went into slow motion. We were lying on gravel and dirt and rock, which were slowly floating in front of my eyes.

A rock about the size of a golf ball was spinning clockwise in slow motion. I wasn't sure what the hell was going on. If I was dreaming and this was all just a dream, but in reality it was actually happening. I quite literally grabbed the golf ball-sized rock between my thumb and forefinger and held it. What seemed like a couple of seconds or so had passed and then I let it go. And the shockwave passed and everything all at once, including that rock that I held, fell to the ground with such force, and then you could hear the bang like somebody was shooting a gun right next to your ear.

Did this explosion and shockwave temporarily alter time and space, slowing it down for what felt like minutes, but in reality was just nanoseconds? I will say there were no deaths caused by this incident, just minor injuries to some firefighters, and maybe a little hearing loss for others. So, this is my little glimpse. into the Matrix.

Thank you, Raven, for taking the time to read my story. I hope you can use the story for a glitch in the Matrix video. Sincerely, Paul. Thank you, Paul. It's quite an interesting situation there. Hi, Raven. I love your stories so much. I've been listening to them while driving to work and while relaxing at home.

Your calming voice helps me relax and shake off the day's stress. It is a pleasure to help my friend. I live in Europe, and English is a good. my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. You're totally fine. Okay, let me start. I'm a 52-year-old woman, and I have been experiencing glitches throughout my entire life. Smaller things that have faded over time, but also bigger things that stay inexplicable to this day.

Let me tell you my latest glitch, as it happened about three months ago. For context, I'm a nurse, and I work. in a home for the mentally and physically disabled. Our residents have varying degrees of disability, ranging from mildly disabled to severely disabled. We're a closed department, which means that all of us have a key ring with several keys for all of the doors, toilets, kitchen, nursing station,

and a small red magnet, which is important later, which is what we have to use to open and close the restraints and belts, which some of our residents require, in order to make sure they don't hurt themselves or others, or don't jump out of the wheelchair, etc. On the keychain, we also have the keys to our lockers. As here in my country, we are required to change into our scrubs at work. The scrubs are provided by our workplace,

and for hygiene reasons, are not allowed to be taken outside of the facility. So, basically, you can't go anywhere without your keys. At the end of an early shift about three months ago, just as I wanted to open the door to get out and go home, I realized that I couldn't find my keychain. I had used it all day, so it had to be in the department. I ran around like a headless chicken going from room to room, using my colleague's key.

The keychain was nowhere to be found. I emptied all of my pockets, went to the restroom, We need a key for that too, so I had to use my colleague's key again. I took off my scrubs, shook them, checked all the pockets again, but nothing. My civilian clothes and all my stuff, purse, car keys, jacket, etc. were inside my locker downstairs, which I couldn't open because the keys to my locker were on the missing keychain. In the end, I had to call facility management to open my locker with a bolt cutter, so that I could at least take out my stuff, change, and go home.

The next day, I went to HR to ask for a new keychain with all the necessary keys, and a new magnet, and a new lock for my locker, with a new set of keys as well. I had to pay almost a hundred francs for it. That's about $128 USD, but hey, at least I could work again. I kept looking for the original keychain everywhere for weeks. In my private clothes, my purse, impossible because those things were in the locker when the keychain went missing, but I just couldn't find them. So, I went on with my life, not really thinking about the old keychain anymore, because I had a new one and everything was fine. In the end, I forgot about the key incident entirely.

Fast forward to last week, I have a daughter who lives two towns over. We have a good connection, and we do lots of stuff together. But we never meet at her house. Either she comes to my place or we meet somewhere at a cafe, or so. I only ever go to her house to feed her cats when she's on vacation for longer than a week. Last week, she went to visit Scandinavia with her husband, and I was in charge of the cat. I went there every day, emptied her mailbox from time to time, just business as usual. Then, on the last day of her vacation, my husband came with me because we had a date that evening.

When the cats were fed, I proceeded to leave her house key in her mailbox, as usual, and you won't believe what I saw. My original keychain was hanging on the door of her mailbox, with her. the magnet latched on to the metal of my daughter's mailbox. My hubby and I looked at each other, totally gobsmacked, but there it was. I have no idea how the key ended up on my daughter's mailbox, as I never took it out of the facility, nor did I go to my daughter's place at all in the last three months. But hey, at least I got half the money back that I had to pay for the new key ring.

Half they kept for the destroyed lock on my locker. So, greetings from Europe, and please, keep telling your wonderful stories. Greetings from presently sunny Minnesota, and I will. Hi, Raven, long-time listener, first-time submitter. I would like to preface this by saying that I've had a lot of strange things happen to me over my 24 years on Earth. I wanted to submit a couple that I thought you and your listeners would be interested in. This first one happened tonight, so I'm a bit of a banana fiend. And I decided a great midnight snack would be three bananas and a glass of milk.

Kind of strange, but stick with me. I had eaten two of the said bananas, and their peals were on a plate next to me. I opened the other banana, and I eat all of it. But I noticed that close to the bottom there was a brown spot on it. Not really anything to worry about. Brown spots don't really bother me. I put the peel on my plate and continue to scroll on my phone. A few minutes later, I go to throw the banana peels away and notice there's about three-quarters of a banana still in a peel.

But there are three banana peels on the plate. I completely removed the peel and the brown spot was in the exact same spot as the previous banana. I know for a fact that I had three bananas, that I had brought them from the kitchen. I counted them to be sure before I went to my bedroom to. eat them. And I also know that I ate all three, evidenced by the peels. There's no way that I ate one quarter of a banana and forgot about the other three-fourths. Maybe the banana gods blessed me with an extra banana, who knows?

My second story is a bit stranger and definitely a lot more impactful on my life. I've always had strange and vivid dreams, to the point that sometimes I have to check to make sure that I'm actually awake and not still dreaming. Sometimes things will happen in my dreams and happen in real life. In this instance, before I met my husband, I had a dream that I was in the passenger seat of a truck, with a man driving. Everything was fine until we got to a red light and it turned green. A semi ran the red light and hit my side, at which point I woke up. A month later, I met my husband and eventually I was.

wanted to introduce him to my family. We got in his truck with him driving and we got to a stoplight. All of a sudden it just clicks. Everything was exactly the same. The song that was playing, the man I was sitting beside, the truck we were in.

The light turns green and I scream at him to break. He breaks hard and then the semi barrels through the intersection hitting a car in another lane. We went home and had a long think about that one. I've always had these dreams, but I've never been able to change them, so that was kind of terrifying.

Anyways, thank you for reading this Raven. Thank you for submitting it. Hi, Raven. Thank you for informing me of where I can submit a glitch story. I'm a new listener, and I'm hooked. Oh, thank you for submitting it. And for those who don't know, as the Raven Dreams.com. I had no idea that podcasts like yours existed.

Thank you for reading if you pick my... very true story. Maybe someone else can come up with an explanation for this because to this day I've got nothing. Back when pausing live TV first became a thing back in the early 2000s, I was 13 years old, and everything involving magic tricks fascinated me. I was downstairs watching TV. When a magic show came on and long story short, the audience at home got to participate in a trick. The host showed us five playing cards from a standard deck. They had us choose one card to memorize, and when he took the cards away and showed us

the cards again, the card we chose would be gone. Pretty typical trick. My 13-year-old brain exploded, and I paused the live show to go grab my sister so she could experience it, too. What was strange, though, when I rewound the show to show her the trick, a totally different set of cards was displayed this time. I noticed this, but disregarded it. Something kept bugging me, though,

because there was supposed to be a king of spades in his hand, because that's the card that I chose the first time. But this time, with my sister watching, there was no king of spades to even pick. If this was a live show, that couldn't possibly change what it was, How was my initial chosen card missing? My sister chose her card, and as expected, when he showed the card options again, hers was missing.

So she thought that was cool, and then went back upstairs. I, however, was still stuck on this. I asked her what her card was, and she said the eight of hearts. Out of sheer curiosity, I rewounded again and was going to choose her eight of hearts, but there was no aid of hearts to choose from. This made no sense, and it still doesn't to me. A live show that kept being rewound so it wouldn't play the exact same trick with supposedly the exact same cards,

but every single time there seemed to be a fresh set of cards every time I played it. I got frustrated, and this time I wrote down exactly what I saw in his hand. I chose a card, it disappeared, and I rewounded again looking for the exact cards that he was supposed to show me since they were supposed to be there. I kid you not, they were all different from what I wrote down when I hit play. I've been spooked about this ever since.

Nothing about the episode changed. Everything was the same, down to the audience reactions. I had no idea what was going on, and I still don't. Almost 25 years later. Dear Raven, I have two incidents that I would like to share, and I'm not sure if either one rises to the level of being a glitch or not. I think they're most certainly out of the ordinary,

and they most definitely mystify me. The reason I've written to you is because I've listened to several of your podcasts, and I realize that I'm not alone in having some experiences that definitely fall in the unknowable category. In any event, my experiences certainly fly in the face of what Rex Stout said in, please pass the guilt, when he wrote, Only philosophers and fools concern themselves with the unknowable. Boy, was he wrong when he wrote that one.

My first incident happened many years ago, when I was a young married man with the wife and two children, who was working and going to college full-time in New England. The reason I was going to college is because my former job as an electrician was not going to be able to continue much longer, because I had begun losing my eyesight. After getting my hair curled via electrical shock a few times, I realized vision loss is a great incentive to change careers. This is relevant, trust me. It will all make sense shortly. Working full-time while going to school full-time doesn't leave much time for a traditional family life, and our marriage began to suffer,

until my wife took the kids and just about everything else and left to live in another state to be with someone else. I'm certainly not the first person to have this sort of thing happened to him, and I won't be the last. This left me in a college town when the school semester had ended. The job I had been working dried up, my wife had cleaned out the bank account, and there was simply no work to be had.

I'd had to have the telephone discreet. connected and had to vacate the apartment in favor of a room in an empty freshman dormitory. Yeah, things had hit the bottom hard and fast. At this point, I had to swallow my pride and decided to apply for welfare. Remember, no phone, no apartment, and I was walking everywhere I went. This is when I began walking around the campus simply to be out of the dorm room. When I found an open building, I would go inside and walk the hallways. This was back in the days before cell phones

and the prime form of phone contact was via payphones. On this campus, most payphones were located in stairwells where people's telephone conversations wouldn't be in the way during class changes. I think you can see what's coming here, but I swear it happened. As I entered a stairwell inside an empty building one day, the payphone right next to me rang. Being a bit tired from a lot of walking

and being of a curious bend, I decided to answer it. When I said, hello, a woman's voice on the other end asked to speak with, well, me. Stunned, I answered, yes, that's me, but how did you get this telephone number? She answered that since I answered the phone, it's obviously the number I gave the welfare office to use as a contact. I said, you're not going to believe this, but my personal phone has been disconnected for three weeks, and you just called a payphone in a stairwell in a campus building on... Well, at this point she interrupted me and said, You're right, I don't believe you.

Now, do you want to come in and apply for welfare or not? I said yes. I got the time to be at the town welfare office and hung up. The welfare money and food stamps kept me alive for about a year until I got things turned around enough to get off welfare. Welfare is as humiliating as it is humbling. believe me. I've learned to stop telling people about that incident

because they simply don't believe it. But after listening to several of your podcasts, I can see that I'm not alone in such an experience. The next incident happened just this past winter and spring. Many years have passed since my experience in the stairwell of that college building. I'm now completely blind and have remarried to a wonderful woman who can see.

I'd gone on to graduate from long. school and spent a career representing disabled people until my recent retirement from the legal profession. My wife and I lived in an old farmhouse in New England and recently had a new garage built, one with a loft in it for storage. This loft has two windows, one on each end, which is great during the summer months to clear out the heat. This past winter, my wife went up in the garage loft to get something, we keep Christmas decorations up there, and when she came back into the house, she announced that I had left the window on the south end of the loft open, and that the screen in the window was missing. I'd been up in the loft a week or so prior, and had opened that window for some reason that I didn't remember.

And, we'd had a few darn good snowstorms since then, with winds topping 50 miles per hour, so if the wind took that screen out, only the fates knew where it landed. Now with just over two feet of snow on the ground, going out to look for it was simply unrealistic. Just another task for when the snow was gone. To be clear, I'd gone up in the loft the day my wife told me about the window being left open. She'd closed it, and I went up, opened the window, and stuck my hand outside to see if maybe it had hung up on something, or if it was sitting on the floor of the loft. Not only was the screen most definitely gone, but I thought, curious that, in spite of the two recent snowstorms dumping more than a foot each,

there was no snow on the loft floor, nor did I feel any wood warping for moisture having been on the floor. Fast forward to about three weeks ago, and the snow is now all gone. It's the usual spring yard cleanup for things that got blown down or into the yard, so I reminded my wife about the upstairs loft window screen being missing, and asked if she would please take a look to see if she could find it. it. If she could, it would be one less thing that we would need to replace under the heading of winter damages. After a good walk around on the property, she came back and announced that she

had come up empty on the search. That's about what I had expected, but it never hurts to look. So I went out to the garage and thought that I would see if the screen for one of the other windows in the garage would fit that empty upstairs window, so I took a braille measuring tape up there to measure it. You know, just swap one screen into the empty one from downstairs where an open window isn't a necessity, as it is upstairs. The screen was there. The screen for the other upstairs window was there, as was the other two screens in the downstairs window. We both know that screen had gone. You don't just imagine putting your hand through a window that's supposed to have a screen on it, only to find it empty. I'm not joking. This happened just this winter slash spring.

There you are, Raven. My two glitch stories. I have had other things happen to me, but none as clear as the two recounted above. Oh, just one more thing. This may or not be relevant, but I feel compelled to mention it for some reason. Back when I was in my 20s

and overly confident with youthful arrogance, I've been listening to some friends tell ghost stories and other strange tales. No, I can't. and see your eyes roll, some guys in their 20s lying to each other after a few beers. That guess isn't far from the truth, but I'll leave you and your listeners with this caveat that is 100% real. Never ever say, yeah, well, if something is real enough to hurt you, it's real enough to stop

45 caliber the hard way. If you say something like that out loud, something out there just might hear you. Hello, Raven. Thank you for reading my story about the story. the hairband glitch that I submitted earlier. Thank you for submitting it. I have another small household glitch story that happened to me recently. I bought a package of celery sticks from Costco,

the one that is self-sealed with the tear strip. I opened it, took a few celery sticks, and lined up the rest of the package with paper towels. I do it so it absorbs extra moisture from the vegetables and keeps them fresh longer, and I put it in the fridge. The next day I took the same package from the fridge, automatically tore off the tear strip,

and then realized that there shouldn't be any tear strip on it, as I had already opened the package yesterday. So here I was, with the package of celery in one hand, and the tear strip in the other hand. Right away, I regretted removing the tear strip because, if I hadn't, I would have physical evidence of the glitch, an intact package of celery sticks with paper towels inside. This is my glitch.

It's small, but nonetheless weird. And thank you, Raven, for your channel. I like to listen to your stories when doing chores around the house, so I won't be so bored. Well, thank you for submitting your story, and I hope you enjoy your Matrix resealed celery. Hi, Raven. I'm 61, and I use a roller due to being partially disabled. and my husband and I live in a tiny rural town in Louisiana. There are only a couple of restaurants in town.

Anything else is a 20 to 30 minute drive away. When we first moved here about five years ago, there was a barbecue restaurant at the end of our block. I was excited but soon realized that, annoyingly, there was no drive-thru window, and the entrance was up a short flight of wooden stairs with no rail. So I wouldn't be able to visit there on my own. Over the past few years, my husband has occasionally brought food from there, or I have sent others to pick up an order I called in.

Last week, after returning from a trip, I said to my husband that it was frustrating that I hadn't been able to bring home barbecue because it was inaccessible. He seemed surprised and asked me what I meant. I reminded him of the steps, and he told me that there have never been steps on that building. The next day when I drove by, I looked, and sure enough, the building, the building, the building. Building was ground level and totally open. I'm dumbfounded because that was the only reason I never went inside. It's not a huge glitch, but it has been bothering me. Side note, last year I came very close to dying and narrowly pulled through, so maybe this is quantum immortality at play.

Hello, Raven. I hope you're doing well and a happy belated birthday, by the way. Thank you very much for that. A week ago, I was walking to the kitchen when I was in the hallway, and I saw a flash or a vision, like a picture in the back of my head, you know. I saw my cup, a glass cup that you add hot liquid to it without fear. It was a gift from a tea company called Lipton. So I arrive at the kitchen and see my beloved cup, and I think it's time to dry it and put it in the cupboard. I grab the dish towel and start drying it. moving to the cupboard, and then it slips through my hands.

And it's just as I had seen it in my vision, albeit a bit darker because it was night time. My left arm instantly grabbed at mid-air. I was frozen and so happy. So, we come to today, the 28th of April, 2026. I just started rehearsals for a play, and we do them at late evenings to late nights. I was rushing to finish drying the dishes, and to keep myself awake. I was exhausted from the day, and I had music on, trying to get me in a rhythm to finish early, so I could get to the shower and then go to rehearsal.

I was watching a video on my phone, and I'm thinking about how I need to charge it, when my beloved cups slipped from between my hands and the towel, and it fell to the carpet. I thought, it'll just bounce off the carpet, and then I remained frozen as I watched my cup falling and breaking into tiny pieces. It was a crystal-infused glass, so it went everywhere. I was frozen, but my brain worked, and I realized the lighting was perfect to fit my vision. And then I had a panic attack, and I cried while calling my sister, and then to my mom to apologize for breaking it.

And that's it. I'm still grieving my cup. I will find a way to buy another one, but it's a little. This is the third glass item I've broken in the past two months. Two vases and now my cup. Also, oddly enough, I kept opening the script upside down. I feel it's connected somehow, or I'm superstitious, after what happened. Thank you for reading, and I hope that you have a wonderful day ahead of you.

I hope that you also have a wonderful day, my friend. I consider this to be a synchronicity story, because the timing had really gotten to me. I don't want people to think of me as obsessed or somewhat overthinking it, but a show on a popular streaming platform has some involvement in this. A trigger and spoiler, a warning for you, the story talks about manic depression, miscarriage, mentions of self-depreciation, and ideations of harm, and the 2020 pandemic lockdown.

Also, if you've never watched the Netflix series Lucifer, a spin-off series based on Neil Gaiman's The Sandman, this is major spoilers for that show. If any of these subjects make you uncomfortable, please do skip this story. Now, on with the tale. During lockdown in 2020, I was struggling greatly with my mental health, and most notably depression and anxiety,

as had many others. However, my husband and I were very lucky as we were both considered mandatory workers, so we didn't struggle financially. We were just home and left to think, a lot. What set off my depression was when I got stuck in my own head, trapped in a loop where I reflected on my past. The more I thought, the uglier it became, as I came to some wild conclusions.

My mid-20s was a haze of embarrassing, awkward social mistakes, and even more embarrassing choices, and during lockdown I let it come flooding back. I had convinced myself I was a bad person and that I deserved to be punished. I wasn't sure how, but I just knew that I deserved it. I talked about perhaps getting voluntarily struck for every instance I felt guilty of.

None of this is carnal or inappropriate in nature, by the way, just a desire to be held accountable. Once I expressed to my spouse that maybe I should be restrained and locked in a room for a set amount of time. I felt that awful. I blame myself for things outside of my control, like how my next-door neighbor psychologically tormented me for years.

How I witnessed coworkers mistreats special needs people, and my reporting went nowhere. I left that company out of fear of guilt of association, if police ever got involved. I also blamed myself for how relatives heavily criticized my life choices, especially my choice in a husband. and I could go on. I blame myself for so much that I shouldn't have hated myself,

and I didn't know what to do. Now, this is where that show on Netflix comes in, why I consider this a story of synchronicity. Or, just simply put, wild coincidence. About the same time I was dealing with my own self-loathing and spiral into depression, we watched the show Lucifer. It's a story that revolves around,

the most notable fallen angel, becoming a civilian consultant with the LAPD's solving murder mysteries with the police detective. He had been Hell's warden assigned to punish people, but was on vacation. It's witty, compelling, not preachy, and well-written. The story arc involved Lucifer, I'll just refer to him as Lucy, going forward, learning his lessons and growing as a person. It doesn't promote devil worship. It's light-hearted. It's light-hearted. and leans heavily on a redemption arc, where he basically grew up as a rebellious child into a responsible being with compassion for others.

It's also loosely based on a comic book series, so take that however you like. I loved the show. Lucy had a therapist, Dr. Linda. My online therapy website assigned me to my own therapist, first name also Linda. I'm just calling this a funny coincidence, but let me continue.

Spoiler one. morning again. In season four, Lucy had a therapy session with Dr. Linda where he concluded that he hated himself, and he told his detective companion Chloe as such. Lucy's body slowly transformed into a grotesque devil form, unable to hide how he felt on the inside. When he tried hiding from Chloe, he let it all out telling her how he hated himself, how he destroyed everything he touched, how he hated the fact that anyone that got near him got hurt. Chloe told him how he had to stop blaming himself for things he couldn't control, how he needed to forgive himself. It was the same problem I was facing in reality.

It hit so close to home that I almost cried, not to mention my first name is Angelic in nature. More happy coincidences. It was almost like the universe used the show as a conduit, trying to give me the same message. Then I needed to forgive myself for the things. I couldn't control, especially the actions of others. I took that message from the show and I ran with it. Several years have passed now and I can happily report that I'm doing a lot better. I've put a lot of things to bed and I've gotten help.

Not because of the show, but my own desire to live again. The second and final synchronicity is much smaller. I'm almost done, I promise. In 2022, my husband and I found out that we were having another child. I was barely a month in when I found out. Our family celebrated, and I decided that it was a girl. Her name was going to be Aurora. But I lost it.

Since it was so early, it was deemed a chemical pregnancy. We as a family value life lost at any age or unborn, so she is a lost family member. We mourned, said our goodbyes, and moved on. Less than a year later, after the fact, Lucifer Season 6 came out. Spoiler for this season, Lucy had a daughter named, you guessed it, Aurora. I nearly choked on air when they introduced her with her name, but I take that as another wild coincidence or synchronicity. Just fantasy shaking hands with reality without ever blurring lines, as I do know the difference. Just as a way for the universe to help me remember and to heal.

Hi, I've been a fan for quite a while. I work night shift and your podcast are a great way to spend the night. It's a pleasure being able to help you through your shift, my friend. I actually have a few stories, but I have two similar events that I want to write about today. These happened nearly 10 years ago. I think I was around 22 or 23. To begin, I have the typical story. stuff like things disappearing and showing back up and all that jazz.

It's honestly annoying sometimes. I have a friend that was really into supernatural and glitchy topics, and two things she told me really stuck out. And it's that, one, if you ask nicely, the item will come back. And two, if it doesn't show up in the original spot, it'll always be in the middle of something. The middle of your bed or table or anywhere super obvious. as to see.

This isn't always true, but it does seem to work, according to these rules most of the time. So, story one, this event is what made me 100% sure that something was definitely making my things come and go. I was living in an apartment unit at the time. We had one of those shared mailboxes, and I would have to walk down there to get the mail. I would have to bring the keys, of course, and I always always would. put the key in a glass bowl on a glass table. Completely glass. I was excited about a package coming and I was tracking it obsessively, as you do. The package said it was delivered, so I go to grab the

key and surprise, the key is gone. I search everywhere for this key. Like I said, everything was glass and I also didn't keep anything on this table other than the mailbox key and actual mail. So I was a little confused. I remember holding the bowl upside down and swiping my arm across the table, thinking if it's there and I somehow can't see it, then I'll definitely hear it hit the floor. But no, no key. I was super frustrated,

especially because I wanted my package. I said out loud something along the lines of, I was excited about this, and I want my case. key back. It better be on this table when I come back in here. Then after that I went back to my room. Well, I honestly managed to put it out of my mind. And about an hour later, I went to the kitchen to get something to drink. I passed by the table and I shouldn't have been surprised, but there was the key, lying directly in the center of the table. Not even in the bowl, but in the middle.

I couldn't even believe it. I know for a fact that I swiped my arm across the table, and there's no way I could have missed it. Now, story two. This one I absolutely have no answer for it, and I would completely think I was crazy if my mom wasn't there to back me up. This also happened shortly after the key episode. So, to start this one, I got arrested once. Nothing serious, and not really relevance to the story, to be honest. but when I first got arrested, I was at the police station,

and my brother was blowing my phone up with calls. One of the officers took my phone from me and laid it on the table. Eventually, it was time for me to go get booked in at the jail for a very long weekend. So I actually left my phone behind at the police station. I was young and dumb, and I didn't think to ask for it, because I wasn't going to be using it. Even when I was getting booked, they did a search of me and my bag. I always carried a little drawstring backpack-type bag where I had my wallet and other useless junk.

When they searched my bag, they asked me where my phone was and I told them. One of them even went as far as to call the station and confirmed that my phone was still there. They kind of gave me crap about it in a really stupid kind of way. well, when it came time to get out, they gave me all of my stuff back. They had taken everything out of my bag and put it in a vacuum-sealed flat sheet of plastic. I remember they had everything from my wallet and all the money displayed to my tampons and even my box cutter, with weapon written in huge letters, which was for work, and it was all vacuum-sealed, and of course, there was no phone.

I want to add that my mom was the one who picked me up, and she watched me struggle to open the plastic, and I was telling her about my phone being at the station. She then proceeded to give me more crap for leaving my phone behind and not even telling her about it, saying that she could have gone and gotten it. So the next day, my mom picks me up to ride down to the police station, and the cop has absolutely no idea where it is.

At first he was like, Why would I have your phone? But then I went through the events and he said, Oh yeah, I remember. He went and searched his office, and I even watched him search his car afterwards. Eventually, he said he'd be right back and leaves. He comes back now claiming that my phone is locked up in the evidence locker

and I can't have it. I'm calling BS because this isn't making sense. Why would you keep the phone? Finally, he tells me to go kick rock, and that he's not giving me my phone. At this point, I was actually trying to call and ping my phone, but the call wouldn't go to voicemail. It would just ring and ring.

And when I tried to find my device option, it would say something along the lines of the phone not being in service range or undetectable. At this time, I was still going to work, and I actually walk almost everywhere, so my bag is essential to me. I was using an old tablet, when around Wi-Fi, so I always kept the tablet and my wallet inside my bag when I'm out.

It was exactly two weeks after the whole arrest incident, and my mom picks me up to spend the day together. We went out to go eat, and I'm standing at the register. I go to reach into my bag to pull out my wallet, and instead I pulled out my phone, my missing phone. It was fully charged, and turned on. I had all the missed calls from when I was trying to find it and from other friends, too. I can only be glad that my mom was there. Before I could even say anything, she was like,

I thought that wasn't an evidence locker. Right after, I told her to call me, when she did, the phone started ringing in my hand, ringtone and all. Which was even weirder, because I usually did keep it on silence. Another fun note to add is that I did actually call the station a couple of times to check up on my phone, and they always acted like it was safe and sound, and they would give it back eventually.

I think it was missing from the beginning. I've wondered so many times where did my phone go, and how did it show back up? If I did somehow miss it, then how did I not hear it ring? I can remember leaving it behind clearly, and being asked about it. My biggest theory, other than a glitch, is that the cop realized his mistake and tracked me down and somehow managed to slip it into my bag unnoticed,

but I think that is more unbelievable than a glitch. Anyway, thank you for reading, and I hope that you have a wonderful day. Hi, Raven. I stumbled upon your channel about a month ago and can shamelessly say that I have listened to most of your glitch the Matrix content by now. I have ADHD and it comes with the territory.

I really appreciate you giving people a platform to share their experiences without being called crazy. I'm approaching 40 and have had a number of glitches happened to me throughout my life, but one story stands out in particular. For my 15th birthday, I was gifted a golden bracelet. I grew up never having much, and this gift was my first piece of real gold that I've ever owned. For context, it wasn't an average golden bracelet. I called it my sand bracelet because it looked like pieces of sand woven together and covered in gold, like a delicate net

across your wrist. It's extremely unique and shiny, and people would often stop me to take a closer look because it was unlike anything in a jewelry store. Needless to say, I wore it often and took great care of it. One summer, my family and I took a quick trip to visit relatives, and I left the bracelet behind since I didn't want to misplace it. After returning home, I wanted to wear the bracelet with the dress that I purchased during the trip with money I had saved up. I went over to my jewelry box where I had placed my bracelet, and it wasn't there.

I took everything out of the box and started to panic when I didn't find it, in any of the small compartment. I told my mom and she helped me look for it, half accusing me of taking it on the trip with me and forgetting it somewhere. She turned the room upside down, almost literally. My elder sister also helped by checking her jewelry box to see if I put it in there by accident. They moved furniture around, flipped my mattress, removed my bedding, and checked vents. It was gone. My mother didn't believe me when I told her that I didn't take it on our trip,

and was very upset with me. That night, I cried in bed, gaslighting myself into believing my mom. Maybe I was irresponsible. The next day, I got ready to go to school and was still pretty bummed from the night prior. I didn't get to wear my bracelet, and the day just dragged on. When I got home, my mom asked to speak with me in her room away from my other sibling's ears. She closed the door and said that I was right all along, that I didn't take my bracelet on the trip and that it wasn't lost.

Before she spoke again, I noticed her hands were a bit shaky and that her demeanor seemed off, almost like she was scared to speak. She explained that my older sister had a dream last night, that my cousin broke into the house and went into my room to take the bracelet. My cousin, who's the same age as I am, would know where we hid the spare key to our house and probably used our trip as an opportunity to take the bracelet. My mother mentioned that my older sister's dream was so vivid

that she knew exactly where my cousin hid the bracelet, in between her mattress. So while I was in school, my mom explained that she and my older sister, my older sister was a senior in high school, so her mornings were free, broke into my aunt and uncle's house while they were at work through a window. My mother said that my sister was going to break into their home with or without her. so my mom couldn't believe she agreed to go with her.

They both climbed through the window and headed towards my cousin's room. My sister lifted the mattress and my bracelet was there, just like her dream. My mom handed me my bracelet and told me to never speak of this incident again because she didn't want to get arrested and be the talk of the town. After my chat with my mom, I headed to my older sister's room and she repeated the dream to me just like my mom mentioned. She said it was like a movie, with her as a fly on the wall, that she saw my cousin grabbing the spare key from one of the flower pots outside,

opening the door and heading straight from my room. She took the bracelet and went home to hide it in between her mattress. Since my aunt and uncle were present when the gift was given to me, my cousin obviously didn't want anyone to know that she had it. My older sister was angry at the fact that she wasn't allowed to see. speak about it further, nor was she allowed to retaliate. As a 15-year-old at the time, that's all I wanted to do as well. Instead, I did something better. I wasn't allowed to speak about what happened, but nobody said that I couldn't wear the bracelet in front of my cousin

every chance I had. So, I were to school the next day and sat near her during the first period, and lunch and family gatherings. I no longer live in my hometown, and my cousin and I are both married with children of our own. I still wear my beautiful sand bracelet when I visit for holidays, and she refuses to make eye contact with me to this day. My mother no longer has hidden keys around her home, and my older sister still hates my cousin, but has never had a vivid dream like the one that she had that night. Hey Raven, more glitches heading your way.

I do have a YouTube channel that has real-life videos of my actual glitches, and I'll do my best to tag that down in the description below for you, my friend. I do other silly stuff because I'm an amateur, but I really can't explain them. So if you're interested, no pressure. Okay. And now for the story. I'm writing this on April 25th, 26. It's been a month, I apologize.

I just had a birthday last week, a small event with some friends and family and of course some drinks. My buddy, like he usually does, single guy, gets a little drunk and then he slept it off on my couch. The next morning, not long after he wakes up, he gets himself together and heads home like a hungover buddy should. Me, the kids, and my wife had some stuff to do that day, so after he left, we turned off all the electronics before leaving the house. We didn't plan on being back for more than four to five hours. When we got back, tired from our excursion, I went right to sit on the couch for a few minutes in front of the TV to veg out, and just watch some YouTube. All normal.

Well, common issue. I can't find the TV remote. So as one would, you look, you dig in the couch, you look under the pillows, you flip out the recliner and then go, huh. It has to be somewhere, right? You check tables, the kitchen, the kid's room, under the couches, move the couches and drawers, closets, dirty laundry, the flipping garage. You call your friend. Hey man, I know this is weird, but did you by accident take off with my remote for the TV, for them to just say, uh, no? And then he sent me a photo of him emptying out his backpack. Okay, at this point I'm very frustrated. I asked my wife to help me find it. Then my two sons were helping. We moved the couches out of the way.

Literally, no exaggerating, we spent more than two hours looking as a group for the remote. We all re-checked everywhere. No remote. So, I waited about three days before I got fed up. And then I just bought a new remote, to my dismay. It was over 20 bucks for this remote. Fine, the TV is fixed, but still no original remote. This is just the first part of the story.

No more than the next morning I go to make coffee. It's honestly the first thing I do after the restroom in the morning. Every morning. No one makes coffee in my house but me, but everybody else drinks it. Well, since no one else makes it, I get to choose what we drink. So I grind my beans that morning. I'm not super fancy, but it's a noticeable difference. I don't like pre-grounded coffee.

There's never enough to make a full pot of grounds for the previous days, so I have to grind more. The bag that I was pulling the beans from was all gone, and it was time to open the new bag. I had just got this bag from WinCo. I used that self-service coffee beans and fill the bags myself to the top. Well, this morning, my brand new bag of coffee is more than half empty. When I grabbed the bag, it was immediately noticeable. I noticed the top of the package was cinched just the way I remembered it when I filled it at the store. But half empty?

I almost stood cross-eyed for about 20 real seconds before I started asking questions. I make the coffee in this house. No one else does. I'm definitely the only one who uses the coffee grinder that I have because the handle is broken and it takes a little effort to make it start grinding. I talked to everyone in the house, and they all look at me like I'm crazy. Like, why would I steal your coffee beans?

My wife says that maybe I don't remember making them. Hello, I'm the one who makes the coffee. You think I would remember drinking this coffee for the past week. So I started to flip out a little. A logical thought was that maybe we had a frogger. A frogger is a person who lives in a crawl space and attic without the paying occupant's knowledge. So I get my flashlight, my gun in a ladder, and I'm checking the attic. No games.

When I lifted the attic hatch, there was spider webs, dust, and no signs of life or entry of any kind. So what the hell? Where did my coffee go? Now, the reason I post these stories together is because they happen so close together. I feel like the change. It must have happened at the same time, and I just didn't notice the coffee until after losing the remote. The fact is, the remote is not here.

And logically, it should be. And logically, my coffee bag shouldn't be half empty, and yet it is. It's like they glitched to the other universe, or my other self-drink my coffee and now has two remotes for their TV. Losing a remote is one thing, fine. I'm a dummy, whatever, but I know that I filled the coffee back to the top and could barely close it. Who goes to buy stuff in bulk and not fill the container to the top? So what do I do?

I'm literally losing money and sleep because of these glitches. Maybe if it is a simulation, like a computer, it would need to update, right? So maybe that's what's happening here with the Mandela effect or the timeline shifting. The multiverse, whatever you want to call it, it's happening. And things are changing when an update happens. And thank you for reading, as always. Thank you for submitting, and I have no advice for you. I'd be cranky if I lost my coffee, too.

This happened back in April of 2015. My boyfriend, who was 17 years old at the time, and I, 16, had been dating for about six months. One of the things we liked to do was take his little sister out to do things. She was four and a half years old at the time and she wasn't in daycare, so she spent a lot of time cooped up at home. We liked to get her out of the house to go bowling or swimming or to the movies. On this particular day, we were taking her to an indoor jungle gym. When we got there, his little sister was just so excited and she immediately ran off into the tubes. leaving my boyfriend and I at the table.

After sitting for a while, a little blonde girl, no older than three, came up to us. She was seemingly unattended to, but she didn't seem worried or distressed at all. She looked at us, said, hi mom and dad, and sat down. She was smiling and baby babbling away in the way that kids that age do. We like kids, and we found her endearing, so we let her sit with her. us. But after a few minutes, I asked her where her parents were. That's when she again insisted that we were her mom and dad. She said this while smiling and waving to us. She was so comfortable, she even asked for a drink from my boyfriend's cup. Of course, he objected. Eventually, she got up and

ran into the tubes. We laughed about how silly she was, and later when it was getting close to the time to leave, we went into the tubes to get my boyfriend's little sister. That's when the little blonde girl came up to us again. She was so excited to see Mom and Dad in the Tubes. We laughed it off. We told her we were leaving, at which point an elderly man sitting on the far side of the indoor playground stood up. He smiled and waved the girl, and she ran up to him.

No names, nothing. Just a simple wave. They were out the door before we could. even get our coats on. Later that evening, my boyfriend and I were laughing about the exchange when he said to me, do you believe in time travel? We both burst out laughing, but when we calmed down, I did point out that she had blonde hair like I did as a kid, and she had a shirt with Ariel from the Little Mermaid on it, which is my favorite Disney princess movie, and exactly how I would dress my daughter if I had one. It's been 11 years.

And my now husband and I half joke, and half wonder, if maybe we experienced a glitch that allowed us to meet one of our future children, or that she had traveled timelines to meet us, even if it were just for an afternoon. I finally had my first undeniable glitch experience. I've had many weird events before, but there was always some other logical explanation that fit. I'm a smoker. I usually keep a pack of cigarettes,

in my shirt pocket. One day, I had finished a pack and took it from my shirt pocket and tossed it into the trash just before I was about to take a shower. I always empty all of my pockets before I shower because I'm going to put on new clothes, naturally. I emptied the pockets and double-checked. Nothing in my pants and nothing in my shirt pocket. When I start the shower, no hot water, of course.

I had to wait for fuel, so. I called my dad to pick me up and take me to the store, redress, and open a new pack of cigarettes. I put my phone in my shirt pocket. There's no resistance. Then, I put the new pack of cigarettes in my shirt pocket. No resistance. I get out on the porch, sit down on my chair and go for my new pack of cigarettes, and the empty pack is in my shirt pocket.

I know I checked before the shower and it was empty. Plus, when I put my phone in fresh pack of cigarettes in my pocket, there was no resistance. Usually just stuffing two packs of cigarettes inside my shirt pocket would take some effort. Not to mention with my phone inside it, too. So how did my empty pack get back in my pocket? You tell me. Thank you, Raven. I enjoy your stories, spooky and glitch, especially. Thank you very much.

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Do not forget it. And until next time, my friends, much love and sleep well.