As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 125 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: July 21, 2026

Welcome to the 125th 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... Heather, Angel, Yvette, CriticalKnick, Kirstin Anderson, Jane Freeman, Jessamy, Chestnut, Naomi, Horror_obsessed_88 As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Ad breaks after Story 1 & Story 7 1 ➤ 00:47 2 ➤ 08:12 3 ➤ 10:30 4 ➤ 12:49 5 ➤ 16:11 6 ➤ 24:11 7 ➤ 29:22 8 ➤ 32:59 9 ➤ 36:24 10 ➤ 38:57 11 ➤ 42:53 12 ➤ 46:09 13 ➤ 47:41 14 ➤ 50:22 15 ➤ 16 ➤ 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

Hey there, friends. Hope you are having a fantastic week so far. If not, I hope that changes. Um, yeah, not really much to say. Today's episode is a glitch in the Matrix episode, as happens every two weeks. Hopefully you enjoy the stories. If you do, and you're on a platform that has comments, i.e. Spotify. Leave me a comment down below with your thoughts, and if you enjoyed them, if not, that's totally acceptable, too. If you enjoyed the podcast, please you consider rating it on whatever platform you're on. Most of them have the option to do so. an honest rating means the world to me, so please consider that.

All that said, on to the glitchy goodness, the glitch stories. Enjoy. Here are two very strange glitches for you. One is a very sensitive story, and once you read it, you'll know why. I've also changed the names and locations to protect everyone involved. And the second is just a weird story that happened to me yesterday. Story 1 I have a stepdad

And he comes from a huge family Lots of aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings, and in-laws And with that big family Came lots of love, craziness And yes, a lot of dysfunction for myself and my siblings But that all belongs in a different story My biological grandparents died when I was very young So when my mom married my stepdad

We'll call him Dave I was super happy about having a big family around. My mom has a big family too. But for years, everyone was spread out all over the country. Dave has a wonderful aunt whom we'll call Susie, and she has four children. Two are around Dave's age, and two that are much younger. I always wondered about that strange gap. I asked Dave, and he just said,

Susie's husband, we'll call him Uncle Joe, wanted more kids. Okay, that's cool, I guess. But after this glitch, I know that that wasn't the case. Fast forward, many years later, and I've had a very strange and vivid dream. Myself, my mom, Dave, my cousin, call her Leslie, and some other family members were headed to Florida. We were meeting up with Aunt Susie and her daughter, Beth.

Beth was a real estate agent, and she had a property she wanted to sell to my parents. She'd brought along her three children, Anna, Mandy, and Phillip. I was excited to see them because I hadn't seen any of them in some years. When we arrived, Dave jumped out and grabbed Beth in a huge bear hug shouting, It's Beth Aboo. She just laughed and said, Huh, same old Dave, huh? It was then that I started to think to myself,

Wait, there is no cousin Beth, and certainly no Anna, Mandy, or Philip. Aunt Susie only has four children, not five. But that's when I woke up, and all day I could not stop thinking about it. So I went to date. I told him my dream and he got really quiet. He then said, Aunt Susie did have five children at one time. But Beth, um, well, she's with God now.

And nobody ever mentions her, especially to Aunt Susie. Not because we don't miss her, but because it's just too damn sad. I asked him what had happened, and he reluctantly told me. Beth was born a vibrant, happy, blonde-headed girl. Until she was two, she had a normal childhood. But one day, while Beth and her two older siblings were playing outside, a lady came up out of nowhere and scooped her up. For a month, no one could find her.

This mysterious lady wore a cloth over her face so the kids couldn't identify her. But one rainy afternoon, Beth was just mysteriously dropped on Aunt Susie's doorstep. But there's no happy ending here because she was extremely sick. Beth had contracted scarlet fever, and unfortunately her infection was too complex. Doctors did all they could, but the infection had spread to her heart. Three days later, she passed away. The family held a very private funeral and burial for Beth, but only Aunt Susie and the older siblings still visit her grave on occasion.

The lady was never caught or identified, and for years Aunt Susie grieved. That was until she had her two younger children. Some family members have pictures of Beth, but Dave said that no one ever showed her. them. Aunt Susie is very old now. She's doing incredibly well. No serious health issues either. Just a little high cholesterol. Uncle Joe passed years ago and the four remaining siblings are all very close to her. They all have children of their own and some of those kids have kids and because of that we're not as close as we used to be. We still love each other though. Life just changes as everyone grows in ages. But I'm so confused.

I never heard about Beth until I had that dream. I would have taken it as just that, a dream, if Dave hadn't told me the horrific story himself. So, did I glitch into a timeline where Beth had lived and grown into that family woman slash real estate agent? Or did I get a glimpse of what could have been? Either way, it's strange and sad. I just hope that lady who took her.

Beth got the karma that she deserved in the end. And story two. Yesterday morning, I had a doctor's appointment and was running a little bit late. Most of the ride to this office was smooth. That was until we happened to encounter some road construction gone horribly wrong. A large water pipe was hit. Water was gushing everywhere. Police were all around directing everyone away from the mess.

Workers were freaking out. and the fire department was showing up. So, yeah, no, it was definitely late. Here's where the glitch happened. It's very hot right now in the deep south, and we had that AC on full blast. There was no radio or playlist in the background, but all of the sudden, a loud staticy noise burst through the speakers,

followed by a stern female voice that said, Looks like you're late, young lady. Then more static, followed by a rock station blaring at full volume. We all screamed. What the hell? At the same time. After turning the volume way down,

my mom discovered that the car's dials were all scrambled. No other stations would come through, and neither one of us could sink our phones to the system, but even stranger, I made it to my appointment with two minutes to spare. As we headed home, the system was still glitchy. However, today, the car is completely back to normal. I have no idea what happened, and my mom can't figure it out either. And she doesn't even believe in glitches.

She thinks that it could have been something demonic, and it's certainly possible. Anyway, Raven, please keep doing what you're doing. Your channel's amazing, and you've been a bright spot through some very dark times recently. I'm very happy to help. Thank you, and I'm also happy to report that things are looking up. I hope things are better for you and patience as well, and see you on your next stream. Hear that?

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This is the best example I can present of leaping to a parallel universe and back. I was on a rock legend's cruise a couple of years ago. The ship was in the Caribbean. This particular evening, Sammy Hagar was performing on the top deck of the ship. It was dusk. The setting was absolutely stunning. Yes, I had consumed a large amount of alcohol and a stomach. small amount of food that day, but about two-thirds the way through their set, they launched into

I Can't Drive 55. The stage lights start strobing red and blue, alternately like police emergency lights. I leaned over and told my boyfriend, I need to go get some food pretty soon. While staring at the strobing lights, I was thinking that someone could have a seizure. The next thing I know, I'm in a completely different setting. I was at a house party somewhere. It was a happy group of people standing around, visiting with each other. I was just suddenly standing in the middle of this party with a drink in my hand thinking,

Wow, how did I get here? Then it was like I was sucked or pulled by a bungee cord back to the ship. My boyfriend was saying something to me. He had a very concerned look on his face. Then, whoosh, I was back at that house party for a few minutes, and then back on the ship. I was so confused. I didn't know which version was real. I was flat out, and there were several faces looking at me, and they were all yelling my name.

I was just trying to figure out why my clothes were all wet. Turns out, I was lying in a mess of spilled drinks. I feel like it's so difficult to do. to convey with written words how strange this experience was. I know some will say that this was just a result of inebriation, but I've never jumped universes into an alternate reality while suffering the results of an ebriation in the past. Okay, Raven.

This one is freaking weird. I've had deja vu, and I've had unexplained little glitches here and there throughout life, but this... This really made me a believer that we really could be living in a matrix. Like, there's no way that this can be explained away. My mind still can't even grasp it. I live in the Pacific Northwest off an old gravel road surrounded by nature and trees. It's a beautiful day, warm enough to wear a short-sleeved shirt, no wind, totally calm day.

My adult daughter and I were standing out in the backyard when this crow flies over us about 40 feet in the air. But just as it passes over our heads, it stops, in mid-air. Like, literally does not move at all. We both noticed it, and after about 20 to 30 seconds, we look at each other with a confused look on our faces and then back at the crow. Still there, still not moving. We stood there for no less than two full minutes, in complete awe. It didn't make sense. our brains couldn't comprehend it. We were baffled, but also totally calm in making jokes about crow spy theories, crow drones and living in the Matrix,

while at the same time watching faces up as this crow just doesn't move. Not a single feather, foot, or anything. There was no hovering type of movements which I kept expecting to see, but never did. There are no power lines above us, it's just open air. No wind, not even a breeze that day. It was like someone just stuck it there like a sticker. When it did resume flying, we walked back in the house repeating to each other. I can't believe that just happened.

I haven't seen many crows around here since then. This was the weirdest glitch thing to ever happen to me, and I knew exactly where I could tell my story without judgment. So thank you for your platform, Raven, and thanks everyone else for listening. Hi, Raven. I'm usually in the comments section replying to others' stories. I'm a 60-year-old female, and I've been experiencing these strange things happening in my life since I was a kid. Actually, my entire family has experienced these kinds of things, and they just know that I don't usually lie about what I go through or see. Well, anyway, I haven't experienced some of the things I've been hearing on your podcast.

By the way, I've been listening for a while, and I enjoy it for the time. most part. Some of the stories are just downright scary and very strange, but, oh yes, I can believe, and I do. But let's get to my strange story, only because they're all very similar. I don't know if these are glitches or time slips, though, but here goes. I can't remember the exact time or year these things happen, so I won't try to place it as such. But around 2016, I was living in a small town in Mississippi called Leland. There's a long story leading up to living there, so I won't go there, but somehow I ended up selling donuts for this church.

So I lived in these apartments, and I had to go door to door to sell them. I set out one day getting orders from my neighbors. I got to this one door and knocked. The lady answered the door and says, yes, I will order. I took her name, and she signed my sheet that I carried with me. everything went well and I kept moving. When about two weeks later, the donuts were delivered to me to take to the customer. I got a few other customers as well.

But this one stood out because I think I had somewhat of a time slip or crazy glitch. The day that I went to her door, I looked up at the house number, not knowing why, but I went there that morning, and she tells me, make sure you come back around noon to get the money. Well, it was winter and I was walking, and it was super cold, but I didn't get back until about 2.30. And I kid you not, there was an entirely different family in this apartment. I was freaked out. I wasn't sure at first, because I only saw this lady, not a child.

So when I went to the door, a teenager answers the door. Very friendly, they asked me to come in and said she would call her mom about the order. I kid you not, this lady starts swearing and going off saying that I never made an order and said that I must have the wrong apartment. But as I said, I looked at the number when I was there the first time. I even asked her what her name was, and she gave me a completely different name. As I said, I had the other lady's name written on my notepad, and she was not the same lady who made the order, so I got out of there as fast as I could. and I never looked back. I couldn't get past how crazy that was,

and I asked myself what it just happened. Are there two families in different dimensions sharing this place? Strange indeed. Just try figuring that one out. Hello, Raven. I randomly found you on YouTube and started listening to a few of your videos. I wanted to share something that happened to me back when I was about 17. When I was in high school, I did not have a normal team job, like working in fast food or at the mall.

Instead, I worked at a tire shop on the weekends and also worked for a construction company. I did that because I was a very hands-on as a kid and knew how to work on cars since I was about 10, and also was very good at helping my dad build things or do home repairs. Working like that, I made more money than my friends who worked in retailer fast food. So, this story happened around 1992 and when I worked for the contractor guy. He used to get a lot of rehab work for businesses like bars, restaurants, office buildings, and shopping centers. Since we had to work after hours, this was perfect for me because I went to school during the day and worked for him one or two nights a week and made more than my friends all working at Taco Bell did during their entire week.

The contractor guy usually dropped me off at a site and told me to rip out all of the flooring, carpet, cabinets, or whatever. I was the first guy in, and I was the demo guy. Most times, I would bring my boombox and turn up my music and get what I needed to do for the next crew to come in and do their thing. This one particular job wasn't a business or commercial building. It was a home in an older neighborhood. The job was not in my city, but about an hour away.

The area looked like all the homes were built in the 1950s, large ranch homes. This particular home was located on the side of the street where the access was in the rear. The driveway was behind the house and only street parking out front. I usually worked alone, but there was another team there building cabinets on site, and the flooring guys came later that. day. As soon as I took my first steps onto this property, I got this very real and very weird feeling like I had been here before. I had never experienced this feeling prior. The backyard was like, wow, this looks familiar. When I walked into the house, it looked like it had not been updated

since the 1960s, but it was very classy looking. But that feeling like I had been there, before was very overwhelming to me. The first place that we looked at was the kitchen. Everything had to be torn out. I started working, tearing out cabinets, countertops, and flooring. As I'm working, my brain is going, why does this house look so familiar? However, I keep doing what I needed to do.

My job didn't pay hourly, but by how much was done, so the faster I worked, the more I made. One of the guys came in and asked, Hey, where's the bathroom? I said, down the hall, first door on the right. I then stood there with a, holy crap, how did I know that? I had not gone through the rest of the house. I told my coworker something like,

I keep getting the feeling like I've been to this house before. And he said, well, maybe you had as a kid or something. So I said, okay, I'm thinking about the bathroom. I think it has pink and gold in there. After the other guy came out, I walked over to the hallway, and yes, I was right. It was the first door on the right. I opened the bathroom door and the walls were pink wallpaper with gold. The sink was pink, the faucet was gold.

I was like, holy crap, what is going on here? I stood in the hallway trying to think of what next. In my head, the master bedroom. had a large glass door closet, with a wood-like geometric thing on the corner. I walked over to the master bedroom, and yes, big glass and gold-trimmed closet doors. The wood geometric thing was this corner bookcase that had one of those old-fashioned hanging lamps. I was freaking out a little bit. Things started popping in my head like the avocado green carpet in the bedrooms to the royal blue carpet in the living room.

A den that went down three steps that there should have been a pool table there in a bar. I started getting the feeling like I don't want to be inside of this house anymore. And it was making me feel ill for some reason. So I just go back to work and start tearing things out until we're done with the kitchen. And then we started tearing out the carpet. And there was a master bathroom, hallway bathroom, and a smaller bathroom that was just off the den. That was only a toilet, a green toilet, and a green sink that I removed. I ended up offering to stay outside and near the dumpster to toss everything in to the dumpster.

It was a job that no one wanted to do, but I needed to get out of that house. At the end of the day, I knew that I wouldn't be back to that house, so I did start feeling better. I forgot to mention that I ate my lunch in the garage of that house, which was separated from the main house, and inside that garage I got the same feeling. I felt like there were kids' bikes in there at one time. I can't really explain it, but it was like I knew there were bikes that used to be against the wall near the garage window. But it was empty except for the bucket I was sitting on.

The end of the day, we drove back to our city. I walked into my parents' house and just wanted to shower. I fell asleep and I dreamed about that house. dreamed about being a kid in the backyard and staying at that house. The following morning, I came downstairs and my mom and dad were having breakfast. I asked them if they knew anyone from that city. My parents said no. I then asked if, as a kid, did I ever hang out with anyone in that city?

My mom asked why we would ever hang out with someone in that city. I said, well, I went to this house to do demo work, and it looked very familiar. My mom said no. So I said, what about family members? Does anyone live there? My mom said another city that was kind of near to that one. A cousin lived there before I was born, and then dad said no, that he couldn't think of anyone

or any family members, but then went on a story about how before I was born there were house hunting and mentioned the city that the cousin used to live in. They were looking at me like, why are you asking about this? Well, I just said that the house felt like I had been there before, but I couldn't remember it. Then they went on and on about the houses they were looking at before I was born, but all not in that city. I didn't push the issue, and I didn't want them to think I was crazy, so I didn't tell them about what all happened yesterday or the dream. My oldest brother came over that weekend with his wife, and I asked my brother if we had ever been to anyone's house in that city.

He said not that he could remember. I never went back to that house, and I had never felt like that before in any other place. To this day, I have no clue why I got such a bad case of deja vu there. Hello, Raven, and thank you for choosing to read my story. This is just one of many strange stories I have about real experiences. I think I became hyper aware of Glitch in the Matrix concepts sometime in the past seven years. It's currently 2026. This story offers the best proof in my life that I have timeline jumped.

I'm a child of the 80s. In 1984, I was 15 years old. Wouldn't that technically make you a child of the 70s? Anyway, I was then and still am now a huge fan of metal, hard rock and southern rock music. The death of Ozzy last year got me reminiscing about all the beloved music that he created and the memories that accompany it. Here's my memory. In 1992, I had a rare opportunity to see Black Sabbath perform in concert with Ozzy Osbourne singing instead of their lead singer at the time, which was Ronnie James Dio. I was so excited.

The location was Oakland, California, and it was on Friday, March 13th. My boyfriend at the time was not interested in attending the show with me, and I planned to go alone. My friends all said that you cannot go alone to Oakland on Friday the 13th to see Black Sabbath with Ozzy. They were concerned for my safety as I'm a petite woman. I ended up going with my friend's younger brother who accompanied. beneath me and acted as my bodyguard, so to speak. The show was epic. So, last summer, after Ozzy passed, I shared this story with my boyfriend now.

By the way, we were acquainted back then, in the early 90s. I didn't know we shared the same musical tastes. Otherwise, I would have asked him to attend the concert with me. If I had done that, I may have validation since I'm no longer in contact with my friend. friend's brother. I searched for proof of this concert on Google. The facts that were revealed are deeply disturbing to me and directly contradict my memory. According to Google, Black Sabbath did not perform March 13th, 1992. Their dehumanizer tour began June 1992, featuring Ronnie James Dio on vocals, when the first show taking place in Sao Paul Brazil on June 23rd of 92.

Black Sabbath did perform in Oakland on Friday, November 13th in 1992, but with Ronnie James Dio on vocals. Black Sabbath performed with Ozzy for only two specific appearances. The reunion occurred during the final two shows of Ozzy's No More Tears Farewell Tour at the Pacific Amphitheater in Costa Mesa, California, on November 14th and 15th, 1992. Ozzy invited his former bandmates, Tony Iommi and Geiser Butler, to join him for these final dates. Black Sabbath had been touring that year in support of their Dehumanizer album with Ronnie James Dio and vocals. Dio refused to open for Ozzy at these shows, so Rob Halford, of Judas Priest, filled in for the Black Sabbath portion of the concerts. Ozzy then joined his original bandmates for a second encore on both nights, performing four classics. Black Sabbath, fairies wear boots, Iron Man, and Paranoid.

This was significant because these were the first times the original Black Sabbath lineup had performed together since Live Aid in 1985. Now, I can conceive mixing up two different Friday the 13th in 1992, one in March and one in November, especially since Black Sabbath actually did perform in Oakland Friday, November 13th, 1992. but not with Aussie. Now, at the time I had this memory of attending the Oakland concert, I lived in San Jose. It was approximately an hour to half drive from San Jose to Oakland, and add a little time to stop in Miletus to pick up my friend's younger brother. But there is no way I could confuse driving from San Jose to Oakland

with driving from San Jose to Costa Mesa, which is near Anaheim in southern California. So, somewhere along the way, I jumped to a timeline where my memory of this show is all that seems to remain. In this timeline, they did actually perform together at the other end of the state, and one day after Friday the 13th in 1992. In this timeline, Ozzy did perform in Oakland, October 8th of 1992 as part of his No More Tears tour, but not with Black Sabbath. Hello Raven. I was listening to some of your past glitch episodes

when one particular case struck me. It was a bus or van driver who was supposed to drop off two kids at school, but ended up finding him or herself past the school and headed somewhere else with no memory of how they missed the turnoff. It reminded me of a very similar thing that happened to me. I've always struggled with what exactly happened, and have never quite resolved it. I used to work at a daycare. The daycare was housed in a

building that also served as a church, complete with church offices, and Sunday school rooms, and it even operated as a K-12 school during the school year. So the building had been added on to, and many rooms repurposed over the years. One particular afternoon, I was tasked with collecting two kindergarten boys from the nap room and escorting them to their afternoon class. The nap room was located in what served as the school gymnasium, but which had originally been the sanctuary until the new one was built. I went to the nap room and helped the boys get their shoes on, and then I led them out of the nap room into the hall that would lead to the stairs. The kindergarten classrooms were on the first floor, and that is the last thing that I remember.

Because the next thing I knew, I was washing my hands in the girls' bathroom sink downstairs, after having used the restroom. And then I suddenly came to myself. I froze, staring at myself in the mirror. Where were the boys? Had I dropped them off? Did I tell them to wait for me in the hall? Why would I even do that?

I didn't even remember deciding to use the restroom in the middle of this task, and we were never supposed to leave children unattended. I was really freaking out now. All I could remember was leaving the nap room and then washing my hands. I had literally not a single recollection between the two events. I rushed into the hall, but the boys weren't there. With a sick feeling in my stomach, I hurried down the hall and toward the classroom where I was supposed to have dropped them off.

To my immense relief, they were there. Their teacher, my co-worker, saw my alarmed expression and looked questioningly at me. Did I drop them off? I asked her. She said, yes, I had. What did I say? I asked. Well, you just kind of looked spaced out, she said. Well, I guess there was my answer.

I had done what I was supposed to do but had no memory of it. Years later, I told the story to a friend who was working on his doctorate in neuropsychology. I had wondered if I had disassociated during the missing time, but he believes that because I carried on with my duties, I had been fully aware, and that the time gap pointed rather to a memory retrieval issue. Maybe this isn't the best story to classify as a glitch in the Matrix, but the story I heard on this channel sounded so much like it, and I had to share it. It was, at least, a brain glitch. Thank you for telling these stories. They're the best things about bedtime for me. I almost completely forgot about this incident.

Except a while back, you had someone tell a story about the exact same length of expressway and it all came back to me. It was a vicious winter night in early 2001. There had been just a little rain before a deep freeze, so absolutely everything was coated in a very thin and clear sheet of ice. I was just 17, so an inexperienced driver, and worse, I was driving my dad's work van. He was out of work for the winter, so the van, which was usually heavy with tools instead of seats, was completely empty. This made it prone to trouble when it came to slippery roads. I didn't appreciate the danger in that situation, so I had a friend in the back, just sitting on the floor, and my girlfriend was riding shotgun. We were driving on an expressway that I didn't know very well,

and at a certain point, instead of people exiting or entering from the right, this particular length of the road suddenly has two entrances from the left. So as we went along, I was startled to have a car try to emerge in front of me, and I tapped the brakes. The van immediately cut hard to the right and skid forward, finally coming to a stop across the left and center lanes. There was a second of relief, but I quickly were. realized that it might not be over, and I looked at the right to assess oncoming traffic.

Sure enough, there was a huge pickup truck heading right toward us in the center lane. I froze with fear as I tried to process what I should do. If I accelerated too quickly, we would spin out on the ice again, and who knows what would happen. If I go forward, that might be where they were going to go, so I just stayed there and panic. Assuming doing nothing would let the other driver avoid us. But the other driver wasn't changing lanes. They weren't slowing down. They were getting way too close to be able to stop on this icy road.

They were getting too close to safely be able to cut around us, just barreling toward us. They seemed to be within 20 feet when I just closed my eyes and gripped the steering wheel as hard as I could. That's when my girlfriend let out this blood-curdling scream that I will never forget, but it was abruptly cut off. Nothing. No impact. I looked to my left and the truck is in the center lane just maybe 20 feet past us. It was impossible. The crash was inevitable. The truck had to have just barely cut around us at full speed on this icy road and then went right back to its place in the center lane. There just wasn't any space for this to happen.

None of us truly witnessed how it happened, because we were all of the same way. because we were all so sure that we were dying. My girlfriend insists that she screamed when the truck's headlights were just feet from us, and that it was cut short because she just felt like she ran out of air. I have no explanation other than that truck just clipped right through us. So, thanks, Matrix. I live in the unfinished basement of my parents' house. I know it might sound weird to some people, but it's actually nice to have my own space.

along with my siblings. There are tiles and normal walls, but the roof is unfinished, and so are the outlets. Since we purchased this basement unfinished, the owners left behind these giant panels of unsaned wood. My cat likes to go behind it when there are guests. It's completely pitch black behind these panels, and the only way you can see anything is by using a flashlight. Me and my older siblings were trying to plug something in. I think it was the TV. I don't quite remember.

We were trying to find an outlet, and we couldn't find one that we could use in the room without us having to move the TV or use an extension cord. When we were starting to give up, I suggested that maybe there was an outlet behind the panel. They took up half the wall, so it was very possible. I reached my arm into the dark space, feeling the wall for an outlet, and I found one.

I could feel the rays of the outlet cover in the groove where the cord plugged in, but my outlets don't have outlet covers down here. I shrugged it off. Maybe the previous owners had outlet covers that they took with them when they moved for, I don't know, some reason. And they just missed this one. I don't know. I got my sibling to pass me the charger, and they did. I moved my hand off of the outlet to grab it, and then I tried to find it again.

I tried plugging it in everywhere, but I could not seem to find it. I tried raking my hand against the wall again to find it, but I couldn't. There was no outlet anywhere. I was still thinking that it was there at this point and that I just couldn't get it in. After all, I'd only been trying for about five seconds. So, I asked for my sibling's phone so I could use the flashlight. They handed it to me, and I turned it on, looking, behind the panel.

When I tell you for the entirety of the length of these panels, there was zero outlets, especially not one with an outlet cover. I still don't know what happened there, but if anyone's curious, I did get the TV working. I just had to buy an extension cord. Hello, Raven. I love your channel, and your voice is always in my ear in the early mornings at work. It's a pleasure. Anyway, this might be kind of hard to accept.

explain, but I'm going to try. I work indoors, but I still get cold, so I wear a pair of thermal pants, or boomers call them long underwear. I wear them under my work pants, which are just comfy, form-fitting yoga pants. I

stay clean at work and have limited work pants, so I wear them for two shifts before they go into the hamper. Last week, when I took them off after the first shift, I did what I always do. I sat down, grabbed the ankle of the thermal pants, and the ankle of the outer pants together, in my hand, and I pulled my leg out.

Then I did the same with the other leg. This way I can pull them both back on together at the same time tomorrow. I've worked at the same place for 17 years, so I have this ritual down perfect. The next morning I sit on the bed, grab the pants, and go to stick my left leg through. It gets caught at the knee. The outer pants were completely straight, so the thermal must be a bit twisted. I reached down from the top, trying to figure out what is happening and straighten them out, and my husband sitting on the floor reaches up the outer pant leg from the bottom to straighten it and says,

What the heck? So I decided to stick the other leg in so I could straighten out the messed up one. The same thing happened with the right leg. It got caught on the knee. So I pulled them off and realized that both thermal pant legs are straight down to the same thing. the knee and then make a U-turn straight back up to the top, while the outer pants remained straight and undisturbed. After I straightened to that out, I pulled them on and instantly said, this doesn't feel

right. The thermals had also turned backwards. So my pants did I take off the same every day for years and never had an issue with suddenly turned backwards with flipped up legs inside of the other pants without disturbing the outer ones. Not very exciting, I admit, but I just sat there stunned for a minute, and my husband said, How did that happen? I also have one other glitch.

I got a new pair of Bluetooth earbuds to where it work, and I need to hear what's going on around me, so I put one earbud in my pocket. One day after work, I pulled the earbut out of my ear and reached into the pocket for the other one, and it was gone. I have a work bag that I carry with me everywhere at work that has everything I might might need. I thought that maybe I absentmindedly stuck it in one of those pockets since I'm constantly getting into that bag. So I sat down on the living room floor and took everything out of the bag and reached around in all the pockets, checking twice. No earbuds. Damn, I must

have lost one. Well, it works with just one, so I would make do with that until I had time to get another pair. Then, last week, I got myself a new pair of Bluetooth. earbuds, but hadn't gotten them out of the box yet, so I reached into my bag to grab the case for the old ones with one missing. I felt the case, closed my hand around it, and felt something small in my hand with the case. I pulled it out and saw my missing earbud in my hand with the case that contained the other one, in a pocket that I checked twice, and that I stuck my hand into every single day since. Of course, I thought.

The universe magically gives me back my missing earbuds the day after I got the new ones. I guess this story could be classified as a glitch story. The story took place in the late spring of 1993. I had a 9-to-5-type job during the week, and I worked at an aftermarket motorcycle shop on Saturdays and Sundays. I did not have a reliable to form. of transportation at the time, so I had to ride my mountain bike to and from work. It was a little over nine miles one way.

You can imagine that I welcomed an invite for my coworker to throw my bike in the back of his truck after work and drive me home. So, as we're getting in the truck, he has a Hein-Gerick leather motorcycle riding jacket on a hanger and mentions that he needs to drop it off to a friend on the way home. He stashes it behind the seat. As we started driving, he asked if I wanted to stop at this park and smoke. Now, I know many of you may discount what I'm about to tell you because of the influence of marijuana. I can't force you to believe me one way or the other.

But I have no reason to make up such a strange story. So we drive to a beautiful park on top of a mountain in the city. It's still light out. This park had several smaller parking lots that were connected in a linear fashion. We drove to one of the back parking lots, put the windows down, and we smoked. As we were leaving, there was an Indian woman in one of the middle parking lots. She was just standing there with her, sorry, blowing in the breeze. She was an ethereal sight with her bright traditional gown flowing in the wind.

The contrast of her bright colors, dark hair, The red dawn on her forehead against the bright blue sky was all stunning. As we were driving past her, she yells something out. I told the co-worker, Did you hear that? Stop. So he reversed, and she yelled it again. Hein Garrick, do you have the jacket? I was so confused.

I was like, what? And then she just kept repeating it louder and angrier. Hein Garrick, do you have the jacket? We were so freaked out. I told him just go, go, go. He put the truck back in gear and took off. I asked him if he knew what that was all about, and he had no idea at all. His friend that he was dropping the jacket off to was on the other side of town.

Neither of us had ever seen this woman before. When we left work, we didn't even know that we would be stopping by that park. You might say that she recognized us from the store. after all, we did work retail. But how likely is it that a woman that was dressed in traditional Indian clothing would spend enough time in a motorcycle shop to be able to recognize us just driving by? I wonder what would have happened if we had stopped to speak with her. I don't even really know what to call this.

I guess, is this a glitch? Greetings, Raven and listeners. I want to first thank you for your channel. Your voice is extremely soothing to me. Long-time listener and first time submitting. Thank you very much. This story is a short one, but one that's to this day, many years later, still makes me wonder. This incident happened when I was a child, probably around 10 to 12.

My family and I lived in an older two-story home. In this house, my bedroom was on the second floor. I am and always have been one to wear lots of jewelry, rings, bracelets, necklaces, on a daily basis. I received a gold chain with my initials for a birthday or Christmas present and then wore it daily, never taking it off even to shower. Oddly, I ended up reaching for it and it wasn't there. I recall looking everywhere for it and also getting my mom to help.

I gave up after a while, hoping that it would turn up somewhere. It had to have been a few weeks after misplacing it that one day I was walking up the carpeted stairs to go to room, and there it was, just lying perfectly on the stair. Maybe this little glitch has stuck with me, because I was so grateful that the Matrix returned it. Thank you so much for entertaining us, love and light. Hi, Raven. Thank you for your genuine and calming voice. A few years ago, I was visiting Patagonia to hike in national parks. I was not raised in a religious household and don't really have any affiliations, but I've experienced unconditional love and opening up, seasoning inner worlds with various meditations, practices, and prompts. I feel pretty grounded, not given to fabrications,

and identify with outdoor adventures. One morning I was feeling memories and insecurities and wishing to let go of any victim-y consciousness. I suddenly felt powerful expansiveness and presence identifying as Archangel Raphael. My spine aligned and I heard Stand in Your Power. It was surprising and beautiful. I had zero knowledge of angels, but later that morning I was at a bus stop headed into Pratervarez, and a lovely young man joined me there and we struck up a conversation. We exchanged names and his is, of course, Raphael.

I began to examine the arc of my life. As a child, my family lived on a bay. I was about to go inside the family home that was rife with complexity and difficulties, to say the least. When I heard my own voice with authorities say, Turn around and look. I turned to see the sun shimmering on the bay in an extraordinarily beautiful way. This happened a few more times, always with the sun and some form of water, snow and a river. It was simply a message, not hearing voices in any kind of disturbing way.

The opposite is true, buoyed by something infinite in nature. In my mid-20s, I traveled in India and was visiting a temple. I was wondering about these experiences since I have no religious background, and yet they were divine experiences, that I had kept to myself in youth so as to not have them diminished by family. My legs then led me to a placard that read, Turn around and look within. love dwells within you as you. A synchronicity.

A more complete message to appreciate for sure. And realize this has been with me all along. There is also other nuance. At times going off track and remembering to turn around to broader perspectives. When I first started dating my husband in 1995, he lived in a small one-bedroom apartment, about 600 square feet. We experienced a whole series of disappearing items. One evening he went to retrieve the last roll of toilet paper from a linen cupboard that was literally right outside the bathroom door.

He got the toilet paper roll and then something happened to distract him, so he didn't go right into the bathroom with it. He also never left the apartment. We could not locate that roll of toilet paper that he had just had. We searched everywhere and it was just a little bit. gone. He had two dinner plates, two bowls, two for knives, etc. for kitchen utensils. One day one of the plates was just gone. There was only one. We were running errands one afternoon, which included picking up some motor parts and dropping off some other motor parts for custom machinery. We had picked up a set of Harley

Tapits and rocker arms, which both come in a small box, maybe three by three by four inches. They were placed on the back seat of our 1995 Camaro. We put the parts in the rear seat to avoid them sliding around the very large hatch that the car had. If you've ever ridden in the back of that car, you know how small it is. Our next stop was to drop off the cylinder heads at the machine shop. This was a small storefront in Oakland, California, with parallel parking out front. We parked directly in front of the business. We both exited the car.

My husband walked around to the back of the car as I kept the passenger door open and flipped the seat forward. He reached in the back to grab the tappets and rocker arms, set them on the sidewalk while he reached in to get the heads. He set the heads on the sidewalk also while he repositioned some of the other items on the seat. He then picked up all the items from the sidewalk, and we entered the shop. We spent about the first ten minutes visiting, as this was a very well-respected old friend of my husband's. We'll just call him Paul. Then it was time to get down to business. We'd brought the tappets and the rocker arms in just to show Paul.

The parts are all on the counter in front of us. My husband then asks me, Where's the tappets? I told him, you just had them. He thinks he must have left them in the car, but I remember him setting the box on the sidewalk. He goes outside to check anyway. They're not there.

He walks back in saying, Well, that's the damnedest thing. They're just not there. Just then, Paul grabs a pencil and sticks it in his pencil sharpener in preparation of writing our order. The pencil sharpener turns on for a fraction of a second. It jams and stops. Paul says, well, that's the damnedest thing. I've had this pencil sharpener for over 30 years, and it's never done that before.

He inspected it, checked the power, and it was just dead. Then they both just turn and stare at me. I'm feeling very defensive and proclaimed my innocence. My husband ended up buying a new set of tappets for his motor build. The set was about $200 back then. Paul had to replace his pencil sharpener. We moved across the country a few times, and here are some stories surrounding our move.

My husband was driving the moving truck, towing his Camaro on a trailer behind the moving truck. I was driving my Mustang. We stopped in Boron in Southern California to fuel up. Just as we're exiting our vehicles, a few people are waving their arms and calling to us from across the parking lot. Turns out, it was the folks who lived in the apartment above us who had moved out three or four weeks before we had. Keep in mind, this gas station was 350 miles from our apartment. We chatted awkwardly for a few minutes.

which was more than we ever chatted being neighbors. Then, we resumed the task of fueling up. I used my card at my pump. My husband walks over with a $20 bill and offers it to me for gas. $20, but a lot more gas back in 2000 than it does today. I told him I don't need it, as I already used my card. He says take it. So I reached out with my right hand and swiped it from his grasp.

As I did that, a blue bolt of electricity about a half-inch long arched from my hand to his. He got so angry with me and said, What's wrong with you? It could have just blown up the whole gas station. As if I have the ability to throw electrical bolts through my fingertips at will. Maybe I did. As we were entering the highway, he holds up the walkie-talkie, which was our form of communication,

and emphatically turns the power button. off, as if to say, I'm done with you for now for carelessly throwing lightning bolts around the gas station. On this same trip, we're now in the northern part of Florida. It's late in the afternoon, we've been driving all day since we left Natchez, Mississippi. It's raining in torrents, it's the kind of rain that you can't tell if it's coming from the sky or up from the ground. Visibilities almost non-existent.

We're exhausted. Our destination is Spring Hill, Florida. We only had a couple hours to go. We decided to tuck into a gas station that literally appeared out of nowhere. He pulls up on the opposite side of the pump from me. I use my card on my side. He uses his card on his side. He then pops around the pump offering me his card for gas.

Not this drama again. I explained that I have already swiped my card. Defeatedly, He walks into the station to buy a Coke. When he gets to the counter with a Coke, his card is just gone. We spent over two hours scouring the station for it. We retraced his steps, checked his wallet in all of his pockets. We looked under the seat in the truck.

We looked in the disgusting water thing that you clean her windshield with. It was not there. We finally got back on the road. By now the storm was over. It's late and dark, but. dry. I believe that something was keeping us from pulling back out into that terrible storm, but that card never turned up. This made our move much more difficult as he had most of the money in his account, and now he had no way of accessing it. Fast forward, about 10 days, we're in our

brand new rental. I made a trip to the ATM to withdraw $200. I went straight there and came straight back, yet when I got home I could not find the money and it never turned up we lived in that house for about two years and decided to move on and here we are heading back to the west side of the country again we found a nice brand new home to move into we lived in that house for a year and I never could find one of our vacuum cleaner attachments that we had in Florida

I figured it just got lost in the move no big deal We moved into our own home a year after that. We were tired of paying someone else's mortgage. Sometime in the first year of being in our own home, that vacuum cleaner attachment was just sitting on one of our living room chairs toward the back of the cushion. Okay, so say it was wedged in the back of the cushion, which I do find unlikely. We have two of these identical chairs that stacked together very well, when one chair is flipped upside down and rotated 180 degrees from the other chair. What would have caused it to suddenly just pop out? These chairs were used daily.

We'd sat in them many times before the missing vacuum cleaner attachment just appeared one day. And also, how did it skip a house? Hey there, friends. Welcome to the end of this episode of The Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. the weird, bizarre, and awkward happenings in our existence. If you did enjoy them, please do consider following the podcast, if the platform you're on allows that. Also, leave a reviewer rating, as that does help the podcast grow.

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