As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 123 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: June 23, 2026

Welcome to the 123rd Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 18 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... Rhodes, Sayer, Erin Griffin, Courtney L, Gina, Scott, Vincent S, Odette, Kristita, PJ, Wendy, Valerie, Win s, agent_violet, Lapististic, SC, Bruce As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story ### 1 ➤ 1:33 2 ➤ 7:42 3 ➤ 12:55 4 ➤ 16:53 5 ➤ 20:20 6 ➤ 23:17 7 ➤ 25:52 8 ➤ 28:06 9 ➤ 31:39 10 ➤ 36:04 11 ➤ 38:27 12 ➤ 43:05 13 ➤ 46:39 14 ➤ 48:48 15 ➤ 52:59 16 ➤ 57:02 17 ➤ 59:26 18 ➤ 1:02:17 ----- Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. None of my audio is AI Generated, I am a real person reading real stories into a real microphone. Note: The podcast nor the host endorses any advertisements played during the podcast, ads are not chosen by ATRD or Raven Adams, they are chosen automatically by the advertisement systems by the platforms that host the podcast. I do not endorse, support, or promote any opinions or statements made in any adverts played during the show. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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And I mean that. I don't just say those words to. get you feeling good. I do mean that. You deserve love and you deserve happiness, my friends. So, anyways, today we have some glitch in the Matrix stories, as usual. If you enjoy them, you will. If you don't, you won't.

But, uh, we're going to go through them anyways, as we are wont to do here on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. Uh, if you have a story you want to share with me, share with the podcast, ashtravendreams.com, best place to do it. You can also email it to as the Raven Dreams at gmail.com.

Both work. So you can also just email me if you want to reach out and say hi or say something to me directly. I'm usually fairly approachable. I don't tend to ignore emails. I do have ADHD issues, so sometimes they kind of slip, you know, under the slips to the cracks. Well, I mean to respond. I sometimes fail. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the glitch stories.

Hope I see again here soon. And until then, I don't know. Stay cool. Hi there. I just discovered your YouTube channel and have been enjoying the testimonials. This story feels like one that may fit your channel, up to you if you want to pursue it. I live in Houston, Texas, which as far as I know, is the second most dangerous driving city in the world. It's a big commuter city because of urban sprawl and the cost of living problems that's hitting everyone as of this writing.

It's very common for city workers to live out in the suburbs and the smaller towns that surround Houston, and then commute to the city on buses run by Houston Metro. I'm one of those people, and every Monday through Friday I get up and take the park and ride bus from my neighborhood into downtown with my fellow commuters. It's not exactly fun, but it beats driving in every day and it gets me to my job, which I actually enjoy. I don't consider myself a sensitive or a channeler or medium or anything like that.

I am spiritual, but only in a general way like many others. However, now and then I'll have dreams. Sometimes they're intense and packed full of meaning, but sometimes they're just little flashes of everyday mundane life that I don't think about very hard. None of this would be noteworthy, except that sometimes the mundane life dreams will come true. Or I'll realize that I'm acting one of them out,

down to seeing the same coat of paint on a wall. And I'll abruptly do something completely different to change the course of the dream. This doesn't happen very often, though. I think this has only happened to me maybe four or five times over my life. At first, I dismissed these moments a simple deja vu. That's what all the psychological studies say, and most of the time I don't have a reason to question them. So, when I got on the bus one day and took my customary seat on the left-hand side, I wasn't thinking about dreams or anything like that.

I was just kind of sleepy, because the sun had not yet risen, and I was wishing that I was back in bed. The driver was at the light, waiting for traffic to pause so that he could turn right and head for the lane that would then merge us onto I-10. I just stared up the window and was zoning out when the light for oncoming july. traffic turned red, indicating that it was safe for us to turn. Several seconds after it turned red, a gray pickup truck floored it through the intersection, running his red light and zooming right past us. It was so sudden and shocking that I gasped and it made me jump. The driver just made a scoffing noise, waited a little more to see if there were any other

morons taking their lives into their hands, and then he turned right. and merged onto I-10 without incident. The thing is, I recognize that gray pickup truck. It had a racing stripe on the side, and it was bouncing from side to side because it was going so fast, and I had seen those before. Those are both common sites in Houston, because, again, were the second worst city in the world for dangerous traffic.

There are a lot of idiots here that think they can drive any way they like, and they routinely cause horrific accidents that end in both. body bags. I have no idea who was driving that pickup truck, but I do know that I had a dream about it maybe a month before. In the dream, our bus driver was impatient to turn right and pulled out right after the intersection light changed colors. In the dream, that gray pickup truck with racing stripes had smashed into the bus,

hitting the exact spot where I was sitting. I remember the sound of the impact and how everything that was the car. Nothing turned black right after. There was no pain, because in the dream, I died on impact. When the dream happened, it had shocked me awake, gasping, the whole thing. When I saw the pickup truck in real life, I recognized the racing stripe and how it wobbled from side to side because it was going too fast. I sat there on the bus and realized that I had seen the truck from a brand new angle. The only reason I'm alive right now

is because my bus driver that day was not in a hurry and was smart enough to wait a few seconds after the light turned because stupid people running red lights happened so often in this city. That bus driver saved my life and I was too shaken to thank him for it. Looking at everything I've typed up here, the actual event probably doesn't match the build-up I wrote at the beginning, but at the time it really stunned me.

It still soberes me to think about it. I pay a lot more attention to my dreams these days, though so far, I've had a lot more weird action-packed ones and no more mundane dreams. But I think higher powers send me those mundane dreams as a warning so I can do something different and break the chain of events as they happen. For some reason, it's important not to let it play out and conclude, even if it's something seemingly inane like getting mustard packets instead of ketchup packets.

It's something I've actually done because I once had a dream about getting ketchup, and it felt intensely important to get mustard instead. The gray pickup truck and my driver being patient at the intersection impressed on me that we do in fact have free will, and that we are supposed to use it and not just give up. And that's my biggest takeaway from those dreams. This episode is brought to you by Activia. You might already be eating yogurt,

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Hi, Raven. This weekend, I had an experience that is not making any sense. It seems there's an easy explanation, but I also know what I saw. I come from a large family of seven siblings. The youngest two of the family are identical twins, who I shall call Ted and Tom. These two are classically identical. and when they were young, people outside the family were taught all the tricks to tell them apart. As adults, differences become more apparent and I obviously grew up with them.

Still, with them being identical twins, it was forgivable if other people mixed them up. I, on the other hand, was confident which one was Ted and which was Tom. There was a year that was awesome for my mom and her role as Grandma. Tom, Ted, two more of our siblings and I, obviously, our respective spouses, all had little girls in the space of under a year. So that means a lot of little girls about the same age. So I give you this information to explain why there's an argument of where I could have been mistaken in the event that I'm about to tell. I still maintain that Ted and Tom look very different as adults. weight, haircuts, facial hair, all very different.

Our gaggle of little girls also look very different. Though none of us siblings live in the same cities proper, most of us are in the same general metropolitan area where we are near an amusement park that is a reasonable drive for all of us. This park offers a season pass for the summer. For the past few years, some of my siblings have bought passes for the family. This summer was the first year that my own little family decided to get them. With summer properly starting with Memorial Day weekend, we decided to go to the amusement park and test out the passes.

My husband and I and our kids are enjoying the day. We're in line for a ride when my husband says, Hey, isn't that your brother? This is very likely it's one of my brothers because we were behind the trend on buying the season passes. after most of my family had done it for years. I followed my husband's gesture, and sure enough, there's Ted, and unmistakably Ted,

by the bumper cars with his daughter, who I'll call Lily. My daughter of the same age immediately recognizes her cousin and begins calling out, Lily, Lily! And I try to get Ted's attention so we can say hi. Of course, if you've ever been to an amusement party, you realize they can be noisy and calling out to someone can often be shouting hint of the wind,

so I wasn't too weirded out when we couldn't get their attention. Ted was also distracted. I could see Lily getting upset over something and Ted carried her away, presumably to the bathroom or something. Oh well, I'd catch them later. The next day, the amusement park trip came up in conversation with another sibling. Apparently several of my siblings and their families were at the park that day and laughed about not seeing each other.

I mentioned that I had seen Ted and Lily, but that I couldn't get their attention. To this, I was told, Ted wasn't at the park. He was working that day. You must have seen Tom and his daughter. I said that I was positive it was Ted, and Lily is a distinct kid. She's a healthy, cute kid, but she also inherited some bigger jeans. Ted and his wife are very tall, and she's a big size for her age. Meanwhile, Tom's daughter is much tinier. Plus, they just look different. I know I had seen Ted with Lily.

But no, my siblings insisted. Ted was working that day. But Tom had been there with his family. Neither Tom nor Ted were part of this conversation. I said that I had seen them at the bumper cars, to which came the reply that Lily hates the bumper cars, which kind of made sense for Ted carrying her away. But no, Ted had worked that day was the insistence.

It must have just been Tom. Was I going crazy? Could I not recognize Ted and his daughter? Again, Ted as an adult is very distinct from Tom, even though they're identical. And Lily is a giant of a little kid, so I texted them. But no, Ted had not been at the park that day. and to make things weirder, Tom and his family had never gone near the bumper cars.

So, did I somehow see the doppelganger of both my brother and my niece? Hi, Raven. I've been listening to you for about a year now and finally worked up the courage to anonymously share my story. I'm not a particularly talented writer, but here we go. In 2007, during my senior year of high school, I started dating a girl. Let's call her Bitsy. Our relationship was good. It was very high school sweetheart-esque, and we spent every waking minute together.

One day, we were hiking on the AT about an hour away from home. It was just a day trip, but it was really one of the first times that we were actually alone. and I was looking forward to making out on top of a mountain. Typically, we would be flanked by her brother and sister, but they both had prior engagements, so this was kind of a big deal for me. The hike started off great. We both loved the outdoors,

and since I was an Eagle Scout, this was a great chance to impress her with all of my survival knowledge. It was a relatively easy hike, but after about 30 minutes, she suddenly, keeled over with the sharp pain in her right leg. My first thought was that she had pulled a muscle, or maybe she'd been stung by a caterpillar. But there was no visible injury whatsoever. After a few minutes, I knew that we would have to cut the trip short, and I was going to have to carry her about a mile down the trail to my car.

Fortunately, she only weighed around 90 to 95 pounds, and I was in great shape. So, it really wasn't that big of a deal. When we got back to my car, we checked our cell phones, and to our surprise, we both had about 15 missed calls, and even more text messages. It was almost as if they knew she had been hurt, but that would have been impossible because it was just the two of us. Once we had better service, she called her mother who answered the phone in tears. Bittie asked her what was going on, and her mother told her that something awful had happened. to her brother. I didn't mention this earlier, but Bitsy's brother, James, is her twin.

They'd both been adopted by the same family at birth, so they were incredibly close. Her mother then proceeded to tell her that James had been on a makeshift shooting range behind a friend's house when one of the boys accidentally shot him in the right leg. As soon as we heard that, we rushed to the hospital. The bullet hadn't hit any arteries or bones, so he ended up being just fine, thank God. Now, he's actually glad he got shot because it makes for a great story. A couple of weeks later, Bitsy and I were talking about the entire experience, and she told me that the moment her mother said James had been shot,

the pain in her leg completely vanished. Even though I love listening to your podcast, I am a natural skeptic when it comes to the spirit realm, black magic and glitch in the Matrix stories, but this experience was 100% real, and it changed the way that I see the world. Something like that doesn't just happen. There's a force that connects us all, and some bonds, like those between twins,

are incredibly strong. Thank you for accompanying me at work, Raven. I actually own an animal crematory and mostly work at night. So, if you're interested, I have a couple stories that are similar to this one. Just let me know. Consider this me letting you know. This is a fairly straightforward yet puzzling glitch. I'm the main cook for our household, but since I recently started working full-time outside the house again,

my family has stepped in to assist more with preparing meals. Since my kids are both technically adults, I'm using this opportunity to expand. upon the cooking skills that they already know, and they're making some amazing meals, which I'm very grateful for when I step through the door after a full day of teaching. This does not mean, however, that I'm not preparing meals as well.

And that's where this story starts. I think bland meals are boring, and I have a pretty exotic collection of spices, especially since I'm learning to prepare my favorite Southeast Asian meals at home. because seriously who can afford going out for Indian food in this economy. However, my most commonly used seasonings stay in the kitchen counter next to the stove. Garlic powder, my favorite locally produced smoked sea salt seasoning mix,

Himalayan salt and of course, salt and pepper. Both the salt and pepper are in the grinders that are used and recycled. They're not the refillable type. That part is important for what's to come. The other day, I was preparing dinner in the kitchen. When the meat was halfway done cooking, I salted it, and then reached for the pepper grinder. But it was empty. Not a single peppercorn.

The darned thing had just been mostly full. I'd only had it for a couple of weeks, and I had not even used a quarter of the peppercorns yet. Taken aback, I took the grinder to my husband's home office and asked if something had happened to the peppercorns. He looked at me like I was bats And told me that he hadn't done anything to the grinder Then taking a closer look asked where the pepper had gone I shrugged And I told him that I had no idea

Over the next couple of days I asked both of my kids if they had emptied the pepper grinder Both said they had not And they were just as confused as I was My son laughed and told me that the pepper gremlin had come through the house and collected his pepper tacks. That made me giggle. But it did not solve the mystery of the missing peppercorns,

or explain how the pepper grinder was empty and it's perfectly clean, without a smidgen of peppercorn crumb or even dust at the bottom of the jar. And even if the jar did have evidence that the pepper had been there, how had the darned grains been removed without breaking the entire thing? The lid doesn't even screw off. So, Raven, that's the story of how the Matrix stole my darn pepper. I've been using subpar powdered pepper in my meals and need to purchase a new grinder. Also, I just can't help but wonder.

Who out there in this big world walked into their kitchen one day and found a bunch of inexplicable, loose peppercorns just rolling around? Good afternoon, Raven. I hope I have the correct email. If not, hello random stranger, you're about to read a story of my strange and inexplicable experience. Well, you did have the right email, assuming you meant to email this to me. If not, anyway. For context, I'm a 33-year-old physically and mentally healthy man,

with no history of neurological conditions or psychotic mental illness. I don't take drugs or medications, and I was perfectly sober and compost mentis when this glitch happened. Anyway, my glitch occurred when I was going for my daily walk in the local woods. Just as I was coming into a clearing, where there was an open field on the other side, a middle-aged man wearing a blue coat in gray trousers was walking his dog, a small brown spaniel, I think, from a different direction. At our respective speeds, we would have met roughly. at the same time at the clearing.

As a result, I held back a little to allow him and his energetic brown dog to get there first. He seemed to acknowledge that I was holding back for him, as he glanced a quick smile of thanks and went through the clearing. I followed after, only a few meters behind and saw him and the dog go into the field. I glanced down momentarily to ensure that I didn't step into any mud, and when I looked back up again, the man and the dog were on the complete opposite side of the field. The field was around 100 meters, or 330 feet, in length, and he had somehow made it across in about a space of two seconds. I was so taken aback.

I literally stood there for what must have been around 30 seconds trying to process what just happened. I looked around to see if there was anybody else about, but it was just me and this man and his dog. It was the same man, same blue coat, grey trousers, and apparently the same brown dog that two seconds ago was only a few meters in front of me, walking at a leisurely pace. One moment they were right in front of me. I looked down for a second or two to avoid stepping in mud, and then when I raised my head again, they have suddenly, seemingly teleported to the other side of the field. It was utterly bizarre, and to this day, I have never been. no explanation for it. I theorized that maybe I had blacked out or something while standing up, but I don't have

narcolepsy or any neurological condition, as already stated. And nothing like that has ever happened to me before or since. So I was living with a roommate who liked the finer things in life. He purchased the best and newest of everything. He was slightly snobbish about food and beverage. beverages as well, and where we lived, there are a lot of orchards and farms around, and a lot of homemade items are sold at the stores. Probably overpriced cheese and honey and other items are plentiful. When we were out, he purchased a $30 jar of honey, and I kind of rolled my eyes,

but figured, well, I'm sure it'll taste good. About two weeks after, he asked if I had seen it. I hadn't. In fact, I forgot he had gotten it. He put it in a high cabinet, and I'm five-foot with no desire to get out a step-stool for anything in the high cabinets. He searched high, I searched low. We searched the fridge, every cabinet we could think of. There were no signs of animal droppings, or anywhere even a decent-sized animal could have pulled it through some kind of opening, but everything was solid. I figured, okay, well, maybe it got trashed accidentally by him and he just didn't remember. He then decided on another shopping trip to get some more honey.

This time it was a $20 jar. He put it in another cabinets with other condiment items. Again, about two weeks later, he asked me if I had seen it. Just repeat the process. How? I mean, really, how is it possible? That being said, karma, glitch or otherwise? As it turns out, that roommate was a really bad person.

Maybe there was some sort of lesson in the glitch for him. He had an eviction on him when I moved in that I had no idea about. He was taking my money and not paying rent, but always seeming to have money for things. He was mentally and emotionally abusive, and to top it off, yes, there was the third jar that had gone missing. But at that point, It wasn't the weirdness in the apartment that made me leave. I actually found it amusing. But I happened to know the person who moved in after I left, and he did as well.

She claims nothing strange happens, but to be honest, nothing strange has happened to me after that either. Hi, Raven. First of all, thank you for your amazing channel. I have a terrible sleep disorder, and although your stories are fascinating, they do help me to fall asleep, so thank you very much. It's an absolute pleasure to be able to help you sleep well. Ha ha, anyway. This is my first glitch story, and one of the only two I have experienced in my 42 years. I live in the Netherlands, and my neighborhood is very close to a highway that I drive on quite frequently.

In the daytime, it is quite a busy highway. So, when I drove on to the highway this Tuesday afternoon with my daughter next to me, I noticed how dead quiet it was. I even said this out loud to my daughter, and she agreed. There were literally no cars in sight at all. Although I thought it was strange, I needed the highway to reach my destination, so I looked left and right, no cars at all, and then turned on to the highway. In a split second, I heard a car honking behind me,

so I looked at my rearview mirror and saw a car very close behind. behind me, as if I was shot in front of this car at high speed when I drove onto the highway. But again, I had seen no cars at all. My heart was pounding, but quickly I focused back onto the road in front of me, and, to my surprise, also in front of me were loads of cars who weren't there in the few seconds before I turned on to the highway. And to be clear, this is a big stretch of highway with a clear view from left to right. before you turn on to it. For a moment, I felt so dumbstruck.

And then I looked next to me at my daughter, and she looked just as bewildered as I felt. She said, Mom, those cars? Where did they come from? And to this day, we still can't explain this. But we both experienced it. Hi, Raven. I've been listening for at least a year now, and I love your channel. I have several friends who listen to you now because of me. Thanks for all you do.

Thank you for listening and sharing the channel with friends. On to my story, though. This happened a few months ago. I work at a popular convenience store in South Texas. I normally work the second shift, which is 2 p.m. to 10 p.m. I have a lot of stories that I could share with you, but this one in particular was definitely a glitch. So I normally work with one other person during my shift. We have tasks to do besides just checking out customers.

On this day, during this shift, I was at the register checking out a lot of customers. It was super busy. My coworker Nicole was taking out the trash, I believe. Anyway, a customer was in line with her son and he had a slurpy or icy in his hand and was getting restless, I guess, because they'd been waiting for a few minutes for me to check them out. The little boy ended up dropping his slushy, which was multiple flavors,

so multiple colors on the floor, and his mother was very apologetic and offered to clean it. I assured her that it was fine, and that I would clean it as soon as I had a moment to do so. She put a yellow, wet floor sign over it, so no one would slip on it. I was finally able to get my customer lined down and out of the store when my co-worker came back to the front to help me.

I told her about the slurpy spill, and that I needed to clean it, and she volunteered to do it. So she walked around the counter to where the yellow wet floor cone was, and there was nothing there but a dirty floor. We did have a mop bucket ready to clean the floors, off to the side by the back door, but if it had been used, it would have been covered, colored water. Our mop bucket water was still fresh. Just floor, soap solution, and water.

It was clear. So that wasn't used. And if someone had used paper towels, we would have seen marks on the floor where it was cleaned up. The floor was dirty, like dirt marks from people walking on it all day, but it was exactly as it was before the spill occurred. I told my co-worker that that was strange, so she went looking through the trash cans to see if there were paper towels or napkins used to clean up this pretty big spill, but she found nothing.

Again, if it was cleaned up either with the mop or paper towels, the floor would have been clean in that spot. But instead it was still dirt underneath where the spill was supposed to be. But the spill disappeared.

It was like the spill never happened. Just to reiterate this story, I also later asked the customer whose son made the spill if she had cleaned it up, and she said no, she hadn't, because she was in a hurry and she didn't want to dirty up our mop water. So a spill did occur, but then it vanished before we could clean it. Definitely a strange glitch. I hope you enjoyed this short but true glitch, and have a great day, Raven. As I've been listening to some more of the glitch stories, I remembered that I have these two weird incidents that I wanted to give you.

They're not very long stories, but they're just very concerning things that I think are also kind of hilarious. Two incidents that my whole family doesn't remember, I guess, like I do. I'm the oldest child, and in our first house that I grew up in, we had a grandfather clock. I just went to go visit my mom and dad in California as I live in Washington State. We were eating dinner with my sister and her husband sitting around my parents' table. Also, neither here nor there,

but we've had it for about just as long. But I bring up whatever happened to the grandfather clock that we used to have in the old house. You know, the one that used to, and then I sing the dings that it used to make. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. da, da, da, da, da, da. And then it would ding the right amount of dings for the hour.

I can remember the sound clear as day in my head. Probably because it's always been in my head, because every hour on the hour it would go off. I believe that my mom had gotten it from a relative that passed away from South Dakota. My mom swears that we never had a grandfather clock. My sister jokingly laughed on that night and sent me a picture of a grandfielder.

grandfather clock, and she kind of made it look like it was from the old house, just, I guess, to see what I would say. It was close, but no cigar. That's not it, but I very much remember this, and it's driven me insane that I'm the only person that remembers this grandfather clock. I know this one's not as scary, because, I don't know, old people forget things. I could chalk up the grandfather clock to my mom possibly being so annoyed with it, and when we moved to our new house that she got rid of it,

and then just doesn't remember it, although it's kind of an odd thing, especially if it was an heirloom. However, one summer going back to South Dakota, as we did pretty much every summer, we had this car. It was kind of a maroon or red. It was a Ford, and it wasn't a flex,

although it really looked like it. I'm pretty sure it was a transverse. They didn't make a... a lot of them and when we came home, there was a check engine lights, recall, or something or other. I don't know, I was young, but I very much remember us driving

all the way to South Dakota in this car. For the longest time, nobody could remember it. But my sister actually did. However, to this day, we cannot convince my parents that they used to own this car that they bought. We drove clear across the country in it, and then it had that recall.

Pretty sure we just ended up getting a different vehicle, and I'm not exactly sure what happened. I was probably around 10 or 11, and I'm 40 now. I can understand how my parents maybe just don't remember this vehicle or the grandfather clock, but they're just so vivid in my mind that I find it very odd that they don't remember the entire car or a very loud jimbing clock that went off once an hour and sat basically from floor to at least five foot high. Now, I'm short and all, but this was a good-sized clock, and it was very loud. My parents are still in very good health, in fact, throw on a cruise and have all their faculties between the two of them. My mom is a very educated woman with a great head still on her shoulders.

Same with my pops, so I just find it a bit funny. I remember every vehicle I have ever owned, and even random furniture, and I also now collect odd clothes. clocks, so I don't know. Because I know what happened. I know it was real. And if I'm the only one who remembers the grandfather clock, may you know your existence is not in vain. In the sound of your dings, we'll never leave my brain.

Hey, Raven. I normally listen to the spooky stories, but I came across one of the glitch videos and gave it a listen. And I heard a story that sounded very similar to what I experienced one time. It was the story about the girl that lost her bracelet, and her sister had a dream that her cousin had taken it. It's kind of like that. Let me give you some quick context. I'm a 21-year-old student and have been smoking weed for about five years, and anyone who smokes knows that after a while you don't get dreams.

This plays a role. Anyway, this happened about a little over a year ago while I was a sophomore in college. and my girlfriend was a freshman. We'd been going through a rough patch, and one night I fall asleep and have the most vivid dream, and that doesn't typically happen to me. Anyway, I was, like, stuck on the wall in my girlfriend's dorm room, and I could see her doing stuff in bed with a guy.

It was very vivid, like, I could hear everything and see this guy's face. And I've never seen this guy before, right? Anyway, I wake up thinking that it was just me being paranoid, and I go about my day. Later, my girlfriend calls me and says that she needs to tell me something. And at this point, I already know what it is. She calls me and tells me that she had done what she had done with someone, and I kid you not, when I ask who it is, and she tells me this guy's name, I search him up and it's the exact same guy from the dream that I had the night before.

I have no idea how I knew what he looked like or how I knew at all. I don't know if it was a glitch or God showing me a sign to leave the relationship or what. But every time I talk about it, it gives me chills. Anyway, what do you guys think? Oh, and Raven, keep up the good work, man. I love listening to your videos when I'm going to bed or at work. It's a pleasure to be your companion at bedtime and. work time, my friend.

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I really love your videos. You have a great voice and are a wonderful narrator. Oh, thank you kindly. I'm not sure if what I experienced was a time slip or another kind of glitch, but I thought I would send you my story too. Some years ago, as a young woman, I lived and worked in England for a while. And on the weekends, I love to see the sights and go on interesting excursions. So, one day I got on the coach to Salisbury, and, and from there to Stonehenge.

We could see the stones from miles away, and it was impressive to see all the pictures of the stone age and other time periods on the walls underground. While walking to the monument, when we finally stood before the stones, it was an amazing sight to see. I walked around the stones several times, and I really felt something energetic coming from them.

We were all in so much awe, also thinking about the time when people built this circle. After taking in this amazing monument, I walked out to the exit to check the bus times to go back to Salisbury. The latest would leave in the evening, and as it was still early afternoon, I decided to go on a little hike. It was so nice to be out in nature, so I couldn't resist.

Around Stonehenge there are fields which are surrounded by woods, and I walked down a long path looking forward to breathe in the scent of the forest and get connected with nature again, while also being terrified of missing the last bus. When I reached the forest, there was a group of soldiers sitting and standing around, relaxed and chatting with each other. They smiled and greeted me friendly with, Hello, darling.

And I, never knowing how to react to interment terms, although I like them, smiled and replied, Oh, good afternoon. Is it okay if I walk here? Because I wasn't sure if they had a military exercise and civilians were allowed to walk in that area. One of them nodded and went, Yeah, sure, enjoy your hike, love. So we exchanged some nice words about the beautiful nature and how impressive Stonehenge looked, and I went on.

There were two weird things about this. Firstly, apart from them and me chatting, I didn't hear any other sounds. like birds or such, which I had heard before and during my hike. It just felt a bit off, like a strange atmosphere. Secondly, their uniforms looked quite dated. It was 2009, and even though I don't know much about the military,

they looked like an old picture from the 50s or the 60s. Also, they were only men. There were no women among them. When I came back from an enjoyed, able walk two hours later, they were still exactly in the same position, which made me wonder if they were still waiting for their exercise to start, even though it was late afternoon by then. The men, with whom I had spoken before, greeted me again and asked if I had a nice hike. I said yes, smiled and waved at them before I walked back towards the bus at Stonehenge.

They waved back, also smiling, and then talked to each other again. After a few meters, though, I heard nothing from them anymore. When you walk away from a group, there sounds normally fade out while you are walking, but it was from one second to the other. Back then, being worried about the bus, I kept walking. I did the last bus, and was happy about the great day. But looking back, I sometimes wonder if I had a little, very friendly glimpse in the past. and a group of soldiers of some decades ago met a strange young lady with a rucksack, who was dressed like a little boy and rather short jeans in a Sherlock Holmes shirt

from a former weekend trip to the Baker Street Museum. I really don't know. Maybe I'm making too much of a completely normal situation, but something seemed a bit strange about it. But in any case, it was a very sweet encounter. All the best wishes, Gina from Germany, where you also have many fans. Thank you, Gina. Hi, Raven.

I believe that you featured one of my experiences before from Reddit. It was the one about the gin. I liked how you narrated it, and I've been binging on your videos for a while, as I love glitches and there's still so much to discover. This one might be a bit short for your channel, but I thought that it might fit. One Tuesday in early December, 24, I had been at the co-op the next suburb over, picking up a parcel and getting some food. I went to the bus stop as usual to go home, but the bus was delayed and it was windy,

rainy and a bit chilly. There's a bus shelter, but in spite of this, the rain was blowing in my face as the wind was blowing in that direction. Feeling impatient and not wanting to get any wetter, I don't know. decided to get a taxi home. The taxi arrived at about 4 p.m., about 10 minutes after sunset. Visibility was quite poor, but I could see a good 100 meters at the time. While I was in the taxi, I saw that we were approaching a roundabout that I was very familiar with.

We crossed the stream as usual, got on to the roundabout, and I saw the block of flats next to the road briefly get closer, and the driver indicated. I looked at my phone for about 10 to 15 seconds. I look up again and then see the exact same sequence of events that just happened. We were back approaching that block of flats again from the same angle as before. The driver started indicating again. It was like time had looped on itself. I was highly confused.

We didn't go around the roundabout again because, I would have felt it, and besides the driver would have had to have reversed back onto the bridge or drive onto it and do a U-turn, because when I looked up the second time, we weren't quite on the roundabout yet. We didn't stop, because, again, I would have felt that, and I would have heard the engine stop. We were definitely going at normal speeds toward the roundabout when I started to look at my phone. The only possible explanation that I came to is this. About an hour and a bit later, I noticed a visual interruption. Round, rather than the usual lightning bolt that I get,

a stabbing pain behind my left eye, and growing nausea. So yeah, a migraine. I've had them for over 20 years, and they're a pain. Half an hour after that, I was spewing prodigiously and needing to lie in bed in the dark. The weird thing is, assuming the migraine was the cause, how does that work physically? Did my brain dilute me into thinking I saw us approaching the roundabout when we didn't? Did I hallucinate looking at blue sky on my phone? The time passing felt so real.

This doesn't necessarily need to go in the story, but for an FYI, this happened on Tuesday the 3rd of December, 2024, between 3.30 p.m. and 4.15 p.m. approximately. in the Edenborough suburbs of Danderhall and Craig Miller. I am also a type 1 diabetic, but my blood glucose level was fine. Hey, Raven, I hope you and patients are well. Thank you, I hope you're well as well. This story happened a few days ago, and I've been trying to debunk it in my own mind, but I'm not convinced.

I was on my way home after getting groceries the other day, and I pulled up to a stop sign at a T intersection, to make a right turn into through traffic, so not across lanes. I still looked both ways multiple times because this intersection has a problem where people turn left tightly, making it impossible to pull out even if the other lane is clear. The opposite lane was completely empty, all the way to the next light, so this wasn't a problem at the time. The only vehicle I could see was in the lane that I wanted to turn into, a, silver pickup truck.

Chevy, based on the headlights, but far enough away as to not be a problem. As I started to pull out, a newer white Ford escape spawned. I can't think of a better word for it. It was in front of me. It was traveling at a relatively high speed as it swerved around me, narrowly avoiding a collision. This vehicle was most definitely not there a moment before. and would have teaboned me in the driver's door if I had pulled out two seconds earlier.

The problem is, the silver truck was still where I had last seen it, approaching at a moderate speed but still a safe distance away. So where did this white escape come from? It wasn't there moments before, and it was traveling quite fast, so I would not have missed it. And I noted the existence of the pickup that would have been behind it, which was a noticeably different color. The only explanation I have is that reality literally spawned this vehicle in front of me,

and it almost caused a wreck. Hey, Raven, I'm typing this out, and I'll leave out names for privacy, but you'll understand why later. So, for context about this story, I work for a health tech company. I always found the CEO odd. There was always something mysterious about her, and she always claimed that she believed we were in a simulation, believed in manifestation, and didn't think death existed.

Rather, we are just re-rendering files or unarchiving the files. This matters for later. I'm a 35-year-old male who's completely sane. I don't do drugs, and for context, I am a biomedical engineer here, so... I'm pretty much very logical and linear thinking. We had a big milestone with the company, the Mayo Clinic acceptance, and she decided to throw a party at her place.

Anyway, she ends up talking about her husband, and we were all genuinely shocked because she's so private and doesn't wear a ring. The other engineer asked what he did for a living, and she said that he owns a foundation now but used to be a famous rapper in the 90s. She didn't want to say, but he kept pushing, and eventually she told us his name. We were all shocked, particularly me and the other engineer. We grew up listening to his music, but in our timeline the guy was dead from a tragic accident. We both confirmed that we remember this now.

He would have been in his 50s at this point. We didn't believe her, but we didn't depress. At the same point, she says that he's on his way home, she would introduce us. Hence, dude, you'll never believe it, but we met him. I asked if he was a twin, and he said no. I started him for the longest time and wondered if I had lost my mind. The other engineer mentioned it later too and said,

No, I must be tripping. I mean, there he is. I opened up and said that I never believed in glitches in the Matrix until then. But it's weird that we both remember him dying in the, this timeline. I guess that's not the case anymore. We both went to a coffee shop later to do some research online about him, but everything on Google has changed. We asked other friends, and some remember his death, some don't. I did notice a lot of weird things that would happen around her, though. Like, I'm not sure if you know Mayo Clinic. I do. I live in Rochester,

Minnesota, which is where it's headquartered and was founded, so I do no thing about that. But anyways, it's like the Harvard for hospitals. It's not easy to get into. We don't have much data, and you need a lot. She claimed that she would manifest it into reality. First, I laughed, but then thought, whatever, maybe all these things that she wanted to happen happened because of her focus. Later on at the office, I mentioned that I grew up listening to his music

and remembered that he was in a tragic accident. I asked her if he was ever close to death or died clinically, but then came back to life, and she suddenly became angry with me and claimed that I was bad luck, that I needed to mind my own business, how I didn't know how the simulation worked, and then literally began crying. and then she said that I was probably too young.

She's actually 30, so I find that ironic coming from her. Anyway, she's ignoring me now. I think it's for the best, because the situation has made me feel crazy. And I genuinely thought she was crazy, but now I'm starting to wonder if this truly is a simulation. So I've been hearing these stories of people losing days and time. I always try to look for, you know, possible explanations, first reasonable things, but sometimes there is no explanation, and sometimes I just have to tell people,

oops, my bad, when I'm around them, because it's a lot easier than explaining that I probably lost a few days. So, when I was working graveyard shifts, I remember distinctly waking up on a Thursday checking my phone, seeing that it was this Thursday. going through the whole day and waking up the next day on Friday, and when I was going downstairs to my apartment, my friend's kids were getting out of school.

I remember asking him how everything went and saying, well, TGIF, I guess it's a thing for my generation. You know, we always looked forward to Friday TV shows and all the good stuff came out on Fridays. Like Nickelodeons, are you afraid of the dark? All the good stuff, you know. But then they all looked at me fun. and they told me it was Thursday.

I was like, wow, I guess these graveyard shifts are really getting to me. The following week, it was almost the exact same thing down to a T. I get up on Thursday, granted by weekend shifts or Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Mondays, so I always kind of know when it's Thursday because it's my last day off. So when I knew it was Friday and I was getting everything ready to go for my weekend show, shift, getting my dogs stuffed together to take her with me, etc. I knew it was Friday. I mean, there's no way that it wasn't.

I always look at my phone, usually for a lot of other things in the morning, but mainly to check the weather. Since I live in the Pacific Northwest, I just never know, and it changes all the time. I can go to bed, it'll say one thing, and then I'll wake up, and it's another thing, and it always gives you the 10-day layout, so again, I knew I was right. I go downstairs about the same time as I take my dog out to go to the bathroom, get everything ready, to start to get our food stuff together, and I usually have to be there about five. The kids get out of school about three.

I go downstairs, and I see them getting off the bus again, and they and I have the same conversation. I didn't know if I was reliving the same week, because it was almost to the same letter the same conversation. I go back upstairs after finding out that, well, they told me it was Thursday again, only to find out they were correct. I didn't have to go to work that day. I don't understand, however, how two weeks in a row I was convinced it was Friday

when it was a Thursday according to the rest of the world. And I just lost a day in my sleep? But that doesn't make sense. Because I woke up, looked at my phone, looked at the weather. I looked at the weather for the entire week, and I even sometimes listened to the news in the morning when I'm getting ready. But since I've been getting ready at night, I hadn't really been doing that. I do still listen to the same radio programs at night,

especially when I'm getting ready for work. I don't understand how this whole time jump happened. And, I mean, my phone literally seems to go back a day and did it twice in a row just after getting downstairs. And also talking to the coolest and most talented kids in the building. They have a mom who supports them in every endeavor they do and they thrive in every way. But, yeah, I think they're very gifted. I just don't understand how that would have anything to do with disappearing time. Good afternoon.

I absolutely love your channel. Thank you very much. Anyway, I don't know if these count as glitches, but it's the closest category I can think of. The first one happened in March of 2019. I took a trip to Las Vegas with a group of friends. One night, I had this weird dream of one of the girls ending their own lives in the Airbnb in front of us while we were talking. And we just stared at her watching like it wasn't as big of a deal as it was. The next afternoon we were talking, and this girl was telling a story about how she almost ended her own life.

Like, we were sitting in the same spots as in my dream. It was weird. The second one happened in the summer of 2021. There was this guy that I know, were extremely similar. Both have the same name, albeit a common one, let's say Jeff, for instance. both played tuba in a band. Both loved math more than any other subject. And the list of similarities continues.

It's almost like we're non-identical twins. Anyway, we had this girlfriend, let's say Carly. They were pretty much engaged, albeit unofficially. They planned to make it official after both getting their doctorate degrees. I never got the chance to meet her for the longest time for, reasons after another. But I finally got to meet her one day, and when I met her, this vision of the other Jeff crying on his bed six months later because she had broken his art, and the relationship had

abruptly ended, flashed. I wanted to tell him, but I didn't know what to say, because I didn't know why the relationship ended. I was afraid that she was cheating. Well, no. six to seven months later, she died. He was crying not because anything she did wrong or even him. She died because of a sudden illness.

Hey, Raven, I've been watching her videos for a while, and I want to share a story that I experienced about six months ago. That still weirds me out to this day. I'm a junior in high school and am a competitive swimmer for my local club team. I have six practices a week that go from 7 to 9 p.m., Monday through Friday, and then 7 to 9 a.m. on Saturday. I forget exactly what day it was, but I believe that it was someday midweek around November, so most likely a Wednesday or Thursday. I get into my car after grabbing my swim gear, and I head to the pool around 6.30, which is a 15-minute drive from my house. The day seems very normal.

I get to the pool and talk with some of my friends. It was a stormy night, and the way it goes is if it thunders, practice ends, or gets cancelled. About 45 minutes into practice, a lightning strikes, and we have to get out. I get back into my car and look at the clock on my dashboard. It reads 7.52 p.m. I pull out my phone to text my mom that I'm coming. coming home, and I start my car and begin the drive. But something seemed off.

Every turn felt very short, and my mind seemed to go on a strange autopilot mode. Nobody was on the road, and everything seemed so still. I've driven this route so many times. I've gotten very used to it, but it doesn't explain not seeing a single car or person on my drive back. When I got home and walked inside, my mom. seemed surprised. She laughed and told me, I guess your text took a while to send.

I was confused, and when I looked at the kitchen clock on the stove, it read 7.53 p.m. There was no way that this could be possible. I told my mom that I texted her at 7.52, but I was at the pool when I had done so. I thought maybe my time on my phone and car clock were wrong, but that didn't make sense since the text on my mom's phone said that it came in at 7.52. I pull out my phone to check Life 360, a tracking app that shows you your friends and family's locations,

and almost all of our friends on the team were either still at the pool or just leaving. How could a 15-minute drive take no time at all? This hasn't happened to me since, but I've experienced other strange times, slips and glitches in the Matrix before. So, when I was in fourth grade, in, like, 2002, my teacher had us read the search for delicious, and our homework with assignment was to reread the chapter we read in class that day, and for some odd reason, whenever I had to read it at home, exactly the third page of the chapter would go missing.

And I don't know why it was exactly that page, but I kind of felt, like I wanted to share this glitch. My other glitch was back in third grade. We had to read chapter books as homework. The chapter book that I read was Goosebumps. It was like my favorite series at the time, and I got a set of ten books. The book that went missing was stay out of the basement,

which it's normal to lose things, but here's the thing. I read that book before bed every night because it was the book I started with, and because it looked the most interesting, and then it would fall underneath my bed, because the mattress I had was slightly smaller than the bunk bed mattress holder, so it fell under. I grabbed it and then put it on my desk.

The next morning, I didn't see it on my desk, but when I got home from school, it had mysteriously appeared there again. So, yeah, that's my stories. Thank you, Raven, for taking your time to read this. you're the only way that I'm able to get to work in the morning it's by listening to your podcast on Spotify Well thank you sincerely I appreciate that

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