As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 67 - 16 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: March 27, 2024

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I have a story that happens to me, 1230, 2023, recently, in Big Bear, California. Here is my recounts in detail of what happens to me and the geography of the land. I went on a day trip with two of my friends to Big Bear Lake, California, to hang out, and snowboard. It was a regular beautiful day.

We left to Big Bear around 5 a.m., got up to the mountain and to the summit to the park, around 7.30 a.m. We got redirected to park down the road. A couple of miles to a parking lot. We followed the signs and made it to a huge gravel lot. No buildings around, just porta-potties. And the area that the trams pick everyone up at to head up to the Bear's summit. When we entered the lot and parked, we were facing away from the mountain towards the direction of the lake.

The tail of the truck was facing the mountain summit. Remember this later on in the story. We got on the tram and went up to the mountain for a day of snowboarding and hanging out. It was a great day. It was beautiful and we got lucky that it was snowing. I stayed in the bar area waiting for my two friends to come down after snowboarding. Both of my friends came down to do. joined me in the bar, we hung out and just talked. As I was sitting in my stool, a nice older lady

came up to me and asked if she could sit there since there were no other seats and the place was packed. I gave her my friend's seat and she hung out with me and my friends while her kids were up on the mountain snowboarding. It was around 3 p.m., and one of my friends went back up the mountain to do some more snowboarding. He only had an hour left before his lift ticket ran out at 4 p.m. me and my friend and the lady are sitting talking for a good hour with her kids and her. It was around 3.15 and she says that she has to go. I got sad inside that she had to leave as I was having a really nice time just chatting. This is where it happens.

As she and her kid are walking out of the barn into the blizzard snow outside, me and the lady both look at each other for a moment as I was sitting on the stool, and said goodbye silently to each other. I looked into her eyes and boom, I instantly went from sitting on a stool in a bar to an empty gravel parking lot at nighttime. I physically felt the shift, and I had to catch myself from falling because

I was in a sitting position and then landing in a parking lot. All I heard was the gravel smashing under my feet as if I fell out of nowhere. I instantly had my hand up to catch my balance and looked forward. Both of my friends were about ten feet in front of me walking to the truck. The truck was in a different location, now facing the mountain's summit. I could see the lights that light up the mountain. I was so in shock that I couldn't believe it,

and I started yelling at my friends that this isn't the right lot, that we didn't park here so close to the bottom of the mountain. They instantly got mad at me and started to argue, saying, Aaron, this is the lot we parked at. It's the only lot. I say no, we parked far over there, away from the mountain in another lot. They were still angry with me, so I shut up and realized what had happened. And that no one would believe me, so since I couldn't ask my friends as they were packing their gear,

I walked around dumbfounded. What had just happened? I asked other people in the lot if they remembered parking in this lot, and they all thought that I hit my head and was crazy. It was the worst feeling I had ever felt. I felt so alone. But, wait, this is where it gets interesting. I screenshot it a pick of the map of the area.

It was at 5.56 p.m. I lost about three hours of time, but I instantly jumped from the bar up in the mountain to the gravel lot on both feet. I knew that no one was going to believe me, so after I got back home, I went and told my father what had happened, and explained it in detail.

I said that we parked in a huge empty lot with no buildings, and then ended up in a smaller lot at the base of the mountain, and the truck was now facing the mountain, and that I had been jumped to the lot from the bar, so he goes, and let's Google Map it. With my luck, the Google Maps showed the huge big lot we first parked at when we got to Big Bear. Then we found the second lot that I ended up at, and there was a huge building next to it. So we had mapped it out, both lots, and the bar up at the lodge, at the ski resort, that we were at.

He saw what I was talking about. Both lots did exist. The story happened to me had compelling evidence that something is. had happened. Two days later, we both went to go look at the Google Maps of the lots and talk more about it, and that first big lot was nowhere to be found on the map. The road had changed, and there were houses next to the lake where the lots were supposed to be. Then, we found the second lot that I was shifted into, and I couldn't believe it. The second lot looked like the first lot and the second lot merged together. They had had had had been, and I was shifted into, and I was half and half characteristics of both lots.

I was pissed that now I had no evidence and my story looked crazy, because there was only one lot now. But my father was stunned and he couldn't believe it either that the other lot didn't exist anymore. It bothered me for a couple of weeks to ask my friends about what had happened up on the mountain. I finally asked one of my friends how I was when we were at the bar because I have no memory of how I got down the mountain. He said, fine. I go, you remember us talking to that lady?

He says yes. And then I say, I was fine in my right mind, so how did we get down the mountain? He goes, you were fine. We were all talking and we got on the shuttle and went down the mountain to the lot. In my mind, I know for a fact that that was not me talking with my friends, from the point the lady left to when I got to the lot. So it must have been another me that was taking my place with my friends, and then I was shot back into that reality of a different lot.

I hope that this recount of what happened to me can help others, or help in researching why these things happen, or are going on. Did the lady that I was talking to know what was going to happen to me? did she jump me into the lot because that was the last thing I saw before I was dropped into another parking lot. This is going to bother me until the day I die, because I know what happened to me. It was very personal, and I want to know where I was for three hours, and who was talking with my friends as me when it wasn't. Was it my doppelganger?

Any information will be well received, and I hope that this first is. finds who needs it, and I hope that this finds who it needs to, or if you travel to Big Bear, beware that time slips are happening up there. I'm going to make a trip soon to visit it all again to try to find answers. Thanks, much love, and peace to all of you. I'm sure that most people have that experience where you're looking for something, only for it to turn up in the place where you know you have previously looked, and you know that when you looked there you would have noticed it,

and there's no way that you would have missed it. I've experienced this many times throughout my life, and would usually, like I'm sure many people do, put it down to simply not being observant enough. However, something happened to me many years ago that makes me think it isn't as simple as that. It was the early 80s. I had just left college and was looking for employment.

This was many years before the internet's, and unless you were lucky enough to respond quickly enough to an advert in the newspaper, the only way to find employment at the time was to attend employment centers or travel around and ask companies if they were hiring. I was still living with my parents at the time, and because they lived at the doorstep of a town or city, I had to catch public transport to access these. Anyway, I had managed to get an interview with a company. I'd gotten myself ready and began looking for my prepaid bus card to make the journey for the interview. However, no matter how much I looked, I could not find the small plastic wallets that contained the card. I had no money in the house.

This was before everyone had a debit card and mobile phones, so I couldn't contact my parents or brother who were all at work and were out of reach of landline to see if they had seen it. I had checked all the usual places, but to no avail. And I was becoming exasperated on what to do, and was thinking about going to our neighbors to see if they could lend me the money to make the trip. It was at this point that I sat down on the couch and put my shoes on. Now, my parents owned one of those old flat record players with a large clear plastic cover,

and it was sat on a cabinet next to the arm couch. I remember looking at the top of this record player numerous times as I scanned the cupboard looking for the wallet. I had even lifted the plastic lid to look if the wallet had ended up on the deck when the lid had been lifted. Nothing. Once again, I looked on the top and scanned the cupboard one more time before putting my shoes on. It was at this time that I heard a noise to the side of me. It wasn't a particularly loud noise, but it got my attention. All I can say to describe the noise is that it was as if you dropped a light object onto a heavy surface from a small height.

As I turned to look in the direction of the sound, my wallet was in the middle of the record player's plastic lid. Now those feelings of I'm sure I would have seen it if it had been there were compounded by the fact that, I had even lifted the lid on a couple of occasions, and if it was actually on the lid in the first place, it would have fallen down the back of the record player. Now, over the years, I have often thought about this incident whenever I mislay something, and lo and behold it will reappear in a place where you know you put it, and have already looked. I've never, though, witnessed again the totally weird circumstances surrounding the missing wallet. For it to be left on the plastic lid and be found in the same place, after the lid has been lifted numerous times, defies logic. Not only that, but to hear the noise that attracted me to the place where the wallet was is also astounding. Did my wallet cease to be for a short time, only to exist again after a period of it?

time. I can't answer that, but it still freaks me out to this day. There is a happy ending to this tale. I took the trip to the interview, got the job, and stayed there for a large portion of my working life. So maybe someone was looking after me that day. I just found your channel, and it is really interesting. It reminds me of a strange period of time where some bizarre things happened with four X's. I'm telling you the story. It is 100% true and I hope it makes the cut and is weird enough to err, because it was really weird to me. This happened over a period of time from 1991 to 1998.

I'm into the unusual and paranormal, and I've had lots of glitchy experiences. I've been seen outside getting into a big van when I was actually home in bed. I've heard songs start playing again, right after they finish, on sound systems and stores. I've seen the same people walk by twice. I've seen floor patterns change in front of my eyes. You get the picture. But the story that I'm about to tell is the strangest thing that has happened to me, and I hope it's good enough to be read on here.

For context, I am an almost senior woman now, and was in my 30s when this story. happened. It hopes to note that I have never been lucky in relationships in the past. I had short relationships and was dumped often back then. The first time this happened was in 1991. I had been dating X number one. It seemed to be going well for about a month, and then suddenly he just decided to dump me. I did not know why he dumped me and I didn't handle it well, and would phone and pester them for about a week, wanting to know why he did, before deciding to move on. I had stopped calling X number one for a good month.

One day, I heard the phone ring and just didn't feel like answering it. I rarely answer the phone, and I let the answering machine get it. It was a landline phone, as we didn't really have cell phones back then. I let the answering machine take this particular call, and this was back when you could hear the caller leaving the message in real time. I heard X number one yelling, Stop calling me. I want you to leave me alone and want nothing to do with you.

I picked up the phone and asked him what he was talking about and told him that I hadn't called him in about a month, and that I was moving on already. He insisted that I had been calling him non-stop. I asked him, Was this recently? He said yes. I told him that I have not been calling him

and told him to leave me alone. I thought, well, maybe he was actually missing me and was wanting to get my attention somehow. I had a roommate who could vouch for me and told me that she hadn't seen me call him because they thought that he might be mad. I dismissed it until it happened again with a different X, who will call X number two?

I didn't actually date X number two, but I wanted to, so we'll still just call him X number two. We met and became really good friends, and we had lots of fun together. I was really into him and could have sworn that he was into me. This relationship actually lasted almost a year. I decided it was time to tell him how I felt, so I did, in the form of a nice card. He totally distanced himself from me, and it became clear that he didn't want what I wanted. So, sadly, I just accepted it and moved on. I didn't call this guy at all after it ended, as I had the first guy.

Two months later, and I was moving on just fine, my roommate came home and laughingly told me that he told her that I was calling him all the time and bothering him. You see, she and he were also friends. She could totally vouch for me and told him herself that I had not been calling him. She told him that I had not mentioned him at all, and that I was not interested in him at all anymore. I thought this was funny, and she thought that he was still thinking of me. I remembered the time that this happened earlier, and I started to wonder what the heck was going on. But, again, I...

I dismissed it until it happened again in 1997. So, yes, I met a guy who will be known as X number three. We had a great time together for about four or five months. I have to admit, I got a little demanding, and I messed this one up. He dumped me, and I was sad about it for months. I did not harass him on the phone at all, but would run into him a lot when going out at night. Yes, I would earn into him on purpose. I didn't bother him when I saw him, though.

Also, the fact that my bestie was dating his roommate made that all the more possible. I was hopeful for about two months. I started feeling better and moving on, but I was still going out with my bestie and having fun with her. She called me one day and told me that he had told her that I had been pestering him and would not leave him alone. She said to me that she told him that I had moved on a long time ago and had not been calling him. I was starting to wonder why this was happening, and how could it be that these three guys could all think that I had been calling them? Even if they had changed their minds and wanted me back, what are the chances that they would all use the same weird ploy to get my attention? They did not know each other, and the friends that were involved did not.

know each other. It happened again with X number four. I met him through another close friend of mine in 1998. He and I hit it off and had a great time for about a month. He just ghosted me, just stopped calling me. Neither my friend or I could figure out why he did this. He hadn't disappeared because he still called and hung out with her. He had a pager at this time.

This was still before cell phones were a really, big thing, but pagers were. I paged him a fair bit for about three weeks, or maybe even a month. I gave up after a while, realizing that this was not going to get me anywhere, especially when he didn't call me back.

Again, I moved on, but still hung out and went out with my friends. Neither one of us drank. This is important so you know that I wasn't drunk when the weirdness happened. I would often crash on her couch when we went out on the weekends, as we lived quite far apart, and I didn't have a car at the time.

So one day my friend called me and said that something strange is going on. She told me that he told her that I had been paging him non-stop all week. I said that I haven't paged him for a long time. Is he mistaking the pages for the past pages? She told me no, that he had meant that they were recent. He showed her the pager and there had been pages from me recently. The only thing is I had not been paging him. Then she told me that there was one on a night that I had been out with her and had spent the night at her place. The page had come from my phone number at my house.

Another strange thing is, it had come in at 6 a.m. She explained to him that that was not me, and it couldn't have been because I was still asleep on her. her couch at her place. She and I were both baffled by this. I did have roommates at the time, and I wondered if one of them could be doing it. I may have even asked them, but I can't remember. Between the three of us, a lot of numbers were dialed, and it was unlikely that hitting a redial would have reached his pager, especially since they didn't know his number. I hadn't given it to them. I can't see how any of my roommates would get up at 6 a.m. on a.m. just to page him.

Also, I was good friends with them, so they had no reason to do that to me. So what happened? Did I just somehow black out, race home on a train that wasn't running yet, page him and then race back to my friend's couch? It was strange. So, I am baffled by this pattern to this day. in the similarity of the circumstances with these guys that didn't know each other at all. What are the chances of all of them making it all up, and lying about me bugging them? I'm beginning to think that I have a crazy doppelganger that was stalking them, or maybe I glitched out into a different reality where I was harassing them,

when they said I was. It hasn't happened again, that I know of. Maybe there is some rational explanation, but I haven't found one yet. I'm a big fan of your content, and I've been listening for the last couple of months, but I'm not sure if these instances count as glitches in the matrix, but many are definitely paranormal. This is a long one, so sorry about that. I have three cats, one female and two males, which may be important.

let's call them Lena, Simba, and Prince. And I have several encounters revolving around each of them. One. Lena was meant to go into minor surgery, and the day before, I thought it would be a nice idea to let her and Simba into the yard while I was doing some work out there. Prince couldn't because he was too young, and he didn't have the shots to go outside. We saw her and Simba go into the yard with me, on Cane. camera, and then I shut the door to make sure Prince could not get out.

Then, on camera, it shows my mother letting Simba in. As time passed, I realized I no longer saw Lena. I frantically searched the yard as my entire family came out to help. We checked the cameras all over my back and front yard to see which direction she headed. But for some reason, the camera connection was cut in the entire yard. and reconnected right before Simba was let in. This was extremely odd. After this, my mom went to pray that she would come back,

and literally immediately, Lina walked right up in front of her. She seemed stress and had trouble urinating for the rest of the day. The next day I brought her in for surgery and told the vet what happened, and she said that it was not uncommon for her to hear stories, of cats doing similar things before surgical procedures. This may not be a glitch or paranormal, but just the circumstances and timing. Along with the fact that is somehow common, it surprised me. Number two, the story isn't quite as long as Lena's, but I have seen Prince and Simba walk

around gleefully several times, and only seconds later, I hear loud, drown-out meows from one of them. When I go to see where they are, they're in a small storage cabinet in my kitchen. This almost always happens when I'm the only one home, and even if others were home, they would have probably seen a cat that's almost the same size of the cabinet themselves sitting in there. This has happened at least five times for Prince and Simba, respectively, and they never seemed distressed at all afterwards. We tried to see if there was any holes that they were somehow sneaking, sneaking in through, and we've found absolutely nothing.

It's just weird that it only happens with my boys, though. I heard in many cultures that cats are connected to the divine supernatural, so this may just be another example of that. I have other paranormal instances related to my cat, but it's honestly a super long story, and I may tell it another time. I'm not sure. But thank you for listening, and I look forward to hearing if anyone else, else has had similar experiences involving a pet. I don't normally give my opinion or afterthought, but I will absolutely say people have.

Cats do not operate within the Matrix. Just putting that out there. Hello, Raven. I love your stories, especially the glitch in the Matrix ones. It always brings me back to the moment that I saw my mom twice. Let me tell you the story. This happened back when I was seven or eight years old. I know that I was young because my brother, who was a year older,

was playing with me at the back of our rented home. We usually play in the backyard, especially with bugs. I know, but we were bored back then. There was no technology to keep us indoors. I still miss playing with my friends as a child. I'm 26 now, but I'm 26 now, but I'm 26. And I still remember this day like it was yesterday. When my brother and I were playing, we were called by our mom to get back in the house.

Yes, we heard her, but, you know, as kids, we wanted to play until the sun actually sets. Right when we were back playing with the insects and leaves, my mom came out of the house, which was only about 15 feet away, and called to us with her hands resting on her hips. Our mom looked different, but we can't really place it. She looked pale, and her hair was tightly in a bun. The one thing that struck us was her pink t-shirt. We don't remember her owning this pink t-shirt. After calling out to us, she looked pretty pissed off, and then walked back into the house.

We knew that we were in trouble, that we were still outside, so we raced after her. My brother raced me to the house, but he ran to the front door, and I ran after her five seconds after she turned into the back door. Once I went into the house, the kitchen was clean, and there was my mom. At the kitchen sink, with a dark blue t-shirt. She was just washing the dishes. The kitchen sink wasn't that far away, but if I caught up to her, she wouldn't have been that far that quick. Her hair was in a bun, but messy. My brother got to the kitchen from the front door, and we were both stunned.

I knew my mom could prank us, but this was too sudden. As a child, I knew that this was impossible. She couldn't have changed her shirt and changed her hair within five seconds. I was right behind her just a few seconds prior. My mind was telling me to check our laundry baskets. My brother and I checked, and we asked, our mom if she ever owned a pink shirt. She asked why, and we told her what happened.

She looked at us as if we were speaking a different language, and then laughed and said that we just finally listened. To this day, I feel like she was trying not to scare us. But I know that we experienced some type of glitch, or we saw something that impersonated our mother. Are there any other explanations? I have never posted a story before, but I am a recent fan of Glitch in the Matrix stories, and I saw something last week that I feel like I simply cannot explain.

This is the only place that I could imagine telling it. My boyfriend and I just returned from a two-week-long desert vacation that included Bombay Beach, Joshua Tree, and Death Valley, among other places. We live in the South, so this... was a big trip for us. Leaving the Death Valley area just after breakfast, we were driving through a tiny desolate town.

The only types of towns on this trip were either very small or completely empty. As we came to a corner, I saw a woman standing on the sidewalk on the left side of the car. I say that I saw a woman due to the femininity of the features. But what I actually saw

was two long legs in black pants, with a shoulder and an arm directly atop the legs. There may have been ahead, but if there were, it was facing down and to the other side, so I could only see what I thought was a small bit of hair. The right arm, the only arm visible, was outstretched and completely parallel to the ground, and a medium-sized black purse was hanging awkwardly from it just above the elbow. Now, I understand that people are built differently, and not everyone will have the same physical makeup. But with the structure that I was seeing, there would literally be no way to house internal organs of any kind.

This was different. Not only was there no torso, but I couldn't guarantee there was even a head. Without taking my eyes off of this sight, I said to my partner, and hope, that he was also seeing what I was seeing. Is that a mannequin? He replied, God, I hope so. It was at that moment that the feet started to move

and the legs propelled the woman forward, walking hawkwritly, not bending the knees at all, purse still swinging from the arm, and it started walking towards the street, towards the car. Fortunately, we needed to make a right turn at that corner, As we did, I looked in the rear view hoping to see a person simply unfolding and lifting their head to reveal a full structure of sorts, but I didn't.

I only saw the same haunting figure, with no torso whatsoever, and only the potential of a head swaying behind it. I watched as long as I could and nothing changed, still robotically walking forward, still just long legs and an arm with a purse. We've talked about this just about every day since it happened, and both of our stories are exactly the same. Could this be yet another glitch in the Matrix? I'm constantly getting my mind blown. I swear it's exciting to see these things happening in my world. However, is a bit unsettling because it's hard to really accept the fact that we may actually be living in a simulation. If we were, then I wish my creators, or players, or whomever, would make my game less boring.

Anyways, on to the story. So, I go to the laundromat every two weeks, give or take, and as of recently I switched to a newer, more kid-friendly laundromat, since I take my two youngest children with me. This particular laundromat is right next door to a subway, the sandwiched play. not an actual station. Well, I decided Saturday that once I put my clothes to dry, we would head over to Subway to kill some time and get lunch to take home. I bought three subs.

Two of them were 6-inch, with plain white Italian bread. However, my oldest daughter only had meat on the 6-inch, and my youngest had all the fixings. I also had one with all the fixings, but mine had a different type of bread and was a 12-inch. We get back to the house and decide to go to the neighborhood play area that has benches to sit on and enjoy our lunch there. I only bought three sandwiches. I passed them out, and we ate. We didn't finish, so I wrapped them back up and took them home to put in the refrigerator.

Later that day, I grabbed the rest of the 12-inch and finished it off. My youngest daughter got hers and warmed it up on a plate, and ate a little more and then put it back in the refrigerator, still on the plate that she had used to warm it up. Fast forward to Sunday. Last night, my older daughter, the one with the sandwich with only meat, went to finish her sub, and this is where the glitch is. She gets the last sub out of the bag,

and it's a duplicate of my other daughter sandwich, with all the fixings. Confused, she's asking who ate my sandwich. so I think well maybe the other daughter got hers by mistake and so she took hers from the plate and unwrapped it and it was her original one with all the fixings as well what the hell I know for a fact that neither subs were mine

because like I said I finished mine the day before plus it was a different type of bread I know the older daughter only had meats because we watched them make it at the store and plus she ate some at the playground. And there's no way that she would have been eating it with all that stuff on it as she hates it. So what happened to the other sub?

And how was there another sub that I never ordered and was never in the bag to begin with? To start, bizarre things happen to me on a somewhat regular basis. When something happens and I'm by myself, I usually just wave it off and assume that my memory or perception is faulty. This was witnessed by another person, though. Recently, I was getting rid of some old items in my house as a sort of spring cleaning ritual. One of the things I decided to donate was an old tablet my wife bought for me back in 2015. It was incredibly slow, and I couldn't reasonably use it anymore. So, it went to my local computer store, along with a couple other electronics to be recycled for parts.

My wife went with me. We both saw the technician go through the small stack of electronics on the counter, and the tablet was there. That was the end of it, until I found an identical tablet in a box on my closet shelf. We weren't wealthy people, and wouldn't have just bought two tablets. But I asked my wife anyway if she bought another one. She, of course, said no and couldn't explain where the second tablet had come from. I was confused and then turned it on.

The screen had the same background as my old tablet, and this one was also clunky and slow. I pulled the stylus out of its slot to check out the tablet a little more, and it had the same broken bit at the end of the stylus. It was my old tablet. It had to be. That is, unless my wife or I casually shelled out a couple hundred extra dollars for a second tablet, of the same model, set up the background screen, broke the stylus in the

same place as the other tablet, and then just stored it in a box without using it for almost 10 years. But that really doesn't make sense. I can't insist hard enough that we never bought two tablets, but the one that's currently in my home can't possibly be here. We donated it. My wife and I both saw it on the counter at the computer store when we left. We weren't drunk, sleep deprived, or anything. We both have the same memory. I just don't know how to explain this. We've moved twice in the past decade.

No doubt I would have seen if we had two tablets while packing and unpacking everything I own multiple times. The box I found the tablet in contained my stuff, and the previous owners of the house didn't leave anything behind when they left the property. So, I just have no idea how this happened. Hey, Raven, I love your glitch in the Matrix videos. I've been listening for about a year now. Anyways, onto the glitch. This one isn't all that exciting, but definitely left me confused in thinking WTF.

This happened just last week. I was in the bathroom putting in my contact. lenses. As soon as I put in the right lens, my eye immediately started to feel really irritated, which if you wear contacts, you know the pain. I took the lens out immediately and decided to rinse it with some contact solution and clean it to see if that would help. Here's where the weird part comes in. I put the lens in the middle of my palm and started drenching it in the solution, While holding the lens in one hand, in my palm, I wiped off my other hand on the rag right next to me, and when I looked back down, the contact was gone.

I immediately got a strange feeling that something had just happened. But I shook it off and decided to look for the contact, assuming that I had just dropped it somewhere. Even though I hadn't even moved the hand that was holding the contact whatsoever, so it just falling like that seemed unlike. likely, yet the most logical answer. I looked on the counter directly under my hand, and the floor directly under that, and even checked if it was anywhere on myself. You know, like if it was stuck to my clothes or something, but it was nowhere to be found.

It was just gone. Luckily, I had one more pair, so I had just put those lenses in, and went about my day. About an hour or so later, I went back into the bathroom again. I was washing my hands when I noticed in the mirror that, on the shelf behind me, there was a dried-out contact lens just sitting there. I turned around and just stared at it. Now I was even more confused. Was this the same contact that I had lost earlier?

If so, how did it end up on the shelf that high up? and across from the sink where I had been putting in my contacts earlier that morning. Also, if it was the same contact, how did it dry out that fast? It had only been an hour. There was no way it would have been all dried and crusty like that

if it had been the same contact from before. For it to get that dried out, it probably would have taken at least a few hours, maybe even a whole day. And if it's not the same contact, then where did this one come from? I've been walking past this shelf for days. It has my towels on it, so I would have seen it when I went to grab a towel from the shower.

Also, I know myself. There's no way I would have just randomly put one of my contact lenses on the shelf and just left it there. If I was going to get rid of an old contact lens, I would have just thrown it in the trash, not gone out of my way to put one single contact lens on the shelf. I live alone, so I know it couldn't have been anyone else who put it there. And even if that had been the case, it still doesn't explain how the original lens just disappeared right out of my hands, into thin air.

Like I said, it's not that exciting, but definitely confused the hell out of me. And I'm not really sure what happened. where did my contact lens go? And where did the one on the shelf come from? Hi, Raven. I've been listening to your podcast on Spotify for about three months now, on and off, and it's amazing. I remembered I also had a story to share.

After hearing someone else asked the question, What changed in April? I'm assuming they were referring to 2023, as that's the last April that. that happened as of when I'm writing this, but I'm not sure. I apparently have an entirely different memory from my family as well, starting with events that happened at a very young age. I remember very vividly when I was about three to five.

My dad had gone on a work trip, not to stay at a very specific casino as a hotel. I remember because, even though it wasn't near my dad's work, it was near where we lived. and that was part of the reason he went there. I also remember that we had gone to visit him because he had forgotten something, but I don't remember what it was. So around March, April of 2023,

I brought this up to my mom when we drove by the casino, asking something along the lines of, remember when we went there to bring something to Dad? She replied, no, we didn't go there, only Dad went, and he didn't forget anything. I just shrugged and went along with it, thinking I might have just dreamed that part, as it was pretty long ago for me to remember.

The weird part was, about a week later, I casually just said, yeah, you might have been right, maybe Dad went to Casino's name, and I just dreamed that we went there, because it was one of his first work trips. My mom asked what I was talking about, And I reminded her of our conversation.

She told me that we never talked about that, and that dad had never been to that casino, or any casino in our state, for work or otherwise, after I was born. I have other memories that are just wrong, too. I remember watching the news about the Russia-Ukraine war, and the Russian flag being only blue and red, and the Ukrainian flag being a different shade of blue.

I also had friends that my parents claimed that I didn't ever get along with and people I never hung out with that my parents claim I invited everywhere with me so I'm not sure what all this is a glitch, a timeline or universe hop or something anyways thanks for reading Hey Raven I'm freaked out and I'm not really sure what to think of this So, this just happened to me this afternoon.

I woke up super late, not feeling well, and was running late to a meeting. Frazzled, I hurried out of the door into the parking lot towards my car. I have to park a little ways down from my unit as there is limited parking. As I was walking to the car, I could see two people at the dumpster across the lot, about 15 yards from my parked car. They were dumpster diving, which is pretty common in my area, and honestly doesn't bug me as long as they put the trash they don't take back in the dumpster. I hate litter bugs.

Anyway, they looked like they had just gotten there, with one in the dumpster handing things to the other who was fluffing out an empty plastic bag to store their newly found treasures. I watched them out of curiosity as I rounded the front corner. of my car to get to the driver's side door. While stepping off the curb, my crocs slipped on some mud, causing me to fall back. I grabbed the side of my car and I was able to get my feet back under me. When I regained my composure, I looked back to the dumpster,

half expecting to see at least one of them giggling at me for being so clumsy, but there was no one there. The dumpster was closed, and there was no one else in the lot. The exit to the lot is about 100 yards from the dumpster, so there's no way the one in the dumpster could have gotten out and closed it without me hearing. It slams loudly, let alone taking off out of sight in the two seconds that I slipped and caught myself. I honestly began to question whether or not I had seen anyone at all. But I distinctly remember seeing them, with the one in the open dumpster rummaging and the other fluffing up the table. trash bag. And if there was no one else, I would have seen the mud and avoided slipping, as I,

being clumsy, tends to watch my footing, especially in places where I know there will be mud. So, then there had to have been people there that I was distracted with originally. Did I slip, hit my head, and die in another universe, and got transported to this universe where there weren't dumpster divers? I don't know, but I had to sit in my car for a few minutes to convince myself that I wasn't losing it. So far, the lack of dumpster divers seems to be the only difference. But I'll let you know if that changes. I recently saw this account and realized this exact phenomenon happened to me several times. This happened just last year, and I really don't know how to explain it at all.

I'm not too good at storywriting, but please bear with me. Me and my close friend oftentimes meet up, and I almost always drive. I had a vape on me, and when I have it in the car, I always try to put it in the center console where it's visible, so I don't lose it. I was filling up my tank, and when I returned to my car, I saw it wasn't there, and I asked my friend if she used it. She was very confused and said that she had no idea where it had went. We basically tore apart the car looking for it,

and then I remembered my car had a glove box, which I nor she have ever even used before. We opened the glove box, and we found it. We were both surprised, and I even asked her if she was pranking me, but she insisted that she was not, and she genuinely seemed astonished as to how it got there. Like I said, I have no idea how it got there,

and she didn't seem to know about it either, so we just brushed it off out of confusion. Now the same thing happened less than a week later. I had parked my car as we were driving, and I realized my vape was no longer in the center console. We looked around for a bit, and I jokingly said that it was probably in the glove box again. She checked, as a joke, and lo and behold, it was sitting right where it was the first time this happened.

This instance was even more unnerving, because we were both using it at least ten minutes before, and neither of us had opened the glove box, so it was practically impossible for it to get there. Similar instances occurred until I crashed my car later that year, and this phenomenon ended. I'm not sure which entity or what was trying to hide the device from us, but it was just really, really weird that it only happened with this particular type of device, and that it happened so often. I have two cats, a calico cat and a gray cat. Since I got them, weird things have been happening with the gray cat.

Sometimes it would walk past the couch that I was laying on and disappear into the bathroom doorway. only for me to see it coming from a completely opposite doorway and move the same way into the bathroom doorway. I shrugged it off at first and assumed that it had gone back without me paying attention. The weird thing is that it kept happening, and I would at times watch it go into the doorway, take my eyes away for just a second, and looking back I would see it walking towards and through the same doorway it just disappeared into. The only logical explanation I had for this was that it had run past me right as I took my eyes off of it. And it started walking towards the bathroom as soon as I looked at it again, which just seems highly unlikely.

Only my brother and I have seen this happen, and we just brush it off with jokes, assuming there's a logical explanation. Another weird thing that happens with the gray cat is sometimes I would hear it scratching at the front. door wanting to come inside after I let it out. I would go and open the front door, and we would walk to the couch together. As soon as I sit down and start watching TV again, I would hear scratching at the door again. Assuming it's the other cat, I would go open the door, only for the gray cat to walk in. Looking back at the couch, I would see nothing. No windows were open at this time, as it was night, and even if it was a little, and even if it

had found another opening, I remember pushing it off my lap as I went to open the door so it couldn't have gotten outside again. This has been witnessed by the whole family, as it used to happen during supper. I would go outside and someone would let it back in, only to hear it scratching at the door again as soon as they sat down. We always assumed a window was left open, but at this point, I'm not so sure. I couldn't talk to anyone. about this without sounding crazy, except for my brother. So, I hoped to find someone with a similar experience here. Hey, Raven, I've been listening to your channel for a while, and I love all of your stories.

For me, the most entertaining are the glitch stories. While I've had a few things happen that are strange, most people probably do. So, my story centers around my grandson, Ollie. He's three, and at this time, his main interests are the toy story movies and toys. So, for Christmas, his other grandma got him a Woody doll. He loves this doll. He has Buzz and Rex and a few other characters, too, but Woody is his favorite. Anyway, as the Grandma, I watch him and his sister Mirabella, who is almost four every day.

sometime mid-January they were at my house for the day and my daughter came after work to get them and so we start getting them ready to go and we can't find Woody anywhere he starts crying and can't remember where he had him it was getting late so he said I'll just deal with it I guess

as he's crying I told him I would look for him so the next day I tear the kids room apart empty the toy boxes, dressers, look under the beds. Then I expand the hunt to the rest of the house. My bedroom, the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, everywhere. Nothing. No Woody. That weekend, my husband even takes the ducts in the basement apart because I figured he went down one of the vents.

Ollie likes to drop stuff down there. There were about 20 cars down there, but no. No Woody. So then a few days go by and it's my turn to have Ollie, so I take him to Walmart to get him a new Woody doll. He's happy as can be. Yay. So my daughter moves into a new place.

Unfortunately there was a hole in the kid's bedroom wall where the doorknob poked a hole on the drywall. So of course that's where the new Woody doll went, along with a few other toys in the TV remote. I said too bad. I'm not buying another one. He has to learn not to drop toys where you can't get them back. Anyway, it's been a few weeks, and he's kind of moved on, playing with other toys. Meanwhile, I've been continuing my search with no luck.

So I have the kids over yesterday. They've been in and out to the playroom all day. About 4 p.m., they go running into the kids' room, and they both screamed. Kind of like a freaked out screaming. Then, at the same time, they yell Nina. That's what they call me instead of Grandma. They said, Nina, Woody is back. I go running to see what's going on.

As you walk into the kids' room, the door opens to the left. On the wall of the open door is a dresser. Halfway sticking out from behind the dresser is Woody. I'm like, what the heck? There is no way he was there. I moved that. dresser, I emptied the drawers. I asked the kids if that's really where he was, and they seemed as shocked as me. We have all been looking for Woody for weeks at this point. I've looked everywhere in there.

It was so obvious to see him as soon as I was in the doorway. There's no way he was in there for weeks. Those kids have been in there playing for weeks. I really don't know what to categorize this as, glitch or paranormal. Or maybe the toy story is true and the toys play when we aren't watching. I really don't know. I don't know where Woody went and I don't know how he got back. I just thanked the universe for returning him. Once again, Ollie is happy to have him back.

I just hope that he doesn't end up in the wall with the other one. Thank you for sharing my weird story. This just happened this morning. I was driving to work and was pulling up to a light. At this intersection, there was two turning lanes and two straight lanes. I was in the leftmost turning lane. I had looked to my right and saw a red car in the turning lane next to me. I remember noticing that the driver looked fairly young

and thinking to myself that they would have to get over into my lane once we turned, since their lane would merge into one lane shortly after the turn. Then the light turned green, and we turned. I looked into my rearview mirror to see if she had merged over or not, but that red car was nowhere in sight. There was nowhere else the car could have gone. The car that was behind me was instead a large beige SUV. Once I had gotten to my turn, I sat for a moment in the turning lane to see if maybe she was behind the beige SUV. But no, that car was just gone.

Hey Raven, I'm not sure if this is a glitch or not, but it definitely boggled my child brain at the time. When I was roughly 10 years old, I had a bunk bed that faced a big window in my childhood bedroom. I remember every night I could look outside at the stars and occasionally see the moon drifting by. One night, I was propped to. my elbows facing this typical scene, and I remember I was thinking of what superpowers I would

have if I could have one. At the time, I was very into superheroes and playing pretend with my friends. I distinctly remember having this thought of what power I would like, and looking outside. Mid thought, I blinked. And suddenly, the nighttime stars that I was just looking at was replaced by morning light. not most people would say you were a child and you just fell asleep and woke up, but I was still propped up on my elbows in a position that would be extremely painful to be in for a long period of time. The reason I bring up what I was thinking during this was because as soon as I saw that it was morning,

I thought, huh, time travel would be a cool power. When I got out of bed, because apparently it was morning, I went to find my family to get ready for the day. in the kitchen. And no one believed me that I had time traveled, but it was an experience that I remember very clearly. So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. If you did, and would like to listen to more of this. You can always check out the other episodes of the podcast or support the channel further by actually going to my YouTube channel and checking out my videos.

Just go to YouTube and search As the Raven Dreams. You can also go to Astherraven Dreams.com or lots of other good stuff. Ways to get early access, read stories that I've written, submit your own story, and things like that. All that said, friends, thank you very much for listening. I do hope to see you in two weeks on the next Glitch in the Matrix episode, but until then. Sleep well.