As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 68 - 15 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: April 17, 2024

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If you have a story you would like to hear featured on this podcast, please go to ashtheravendreams.com and click the button to submit your story. Also, if the platform you're listening on has the option to rate this podcast, please consider doing so. And thank you. Hi, I need to explain the backstory for the actual story to make sense. The whole event happened in 2018, but it was brought to the forefront of my mind yesterday. For my country and I, yesterday was the day of independence, marking 202 years. So, of course, everyone on social media posted pictures of their parades and lunch tables. Because it wasn't only Independence Day, it was also a holy day celebrating the annunciation of Holy Mary,

which means we eat fried fish and garlic-fused potato mush called squardalia. Anyway, scrolling through social media, I saw a post from a girl named Maria. As far as I remember, Maria was a friend of my childhood best friend, Polly. And I met her for the first time in 2018. From my perspective, at least, not from Maria's or Polly's. In 2018, I was having severe issues with headaches and migraines, and I was on a doctor-approved diet to help my thyroid. Unfortunately, that diet harmed me rather than helped me.

I ended up having several vitamins missing from my system, which triggered my headaches and migraines. Also, I started getting nosebleeds. The day that I was meant to meet up with Polly in 2018 and subsequently met Maria, was the day that my health reached its rock bottom. I was in my college's bathroom, trying to freshen up before meeting them

when I fainted after a severe stabbing pain in my head. I woke up 40 minutes later and I was 15 minutes late to meeting up with Polly. I woke up because someone had pushed the door to get in. Then I noticed that my nose had been bleeding and stained my white shirt. The person who found me was kind enough to help me clean up. She also told me, she knew me from passing, that my eyes were unusually green. Regularly, my eye color is pine green with brown streaks emerging from the center of my eyes

and a black ring around my iris. Now the green in my eyes seemed to have swallowed the brown. Now, I know that's a sign of severe tiredness from the optical nerve. An optician told me that in 2021, and when that happens, I need to go to a dark room to calm down. I was shaking from the shock, fear, lack of food, and blood loss. I was also on my period, and losing my blood from my nose didn't help. But I didn't want to cancel on my friend whom I hadn't seen since 2013.

So, I met Pauline was introduced to Maria. We sat at a coffee shop that by now had its mood lighting on, which served as a huge relief to my eyes. and it helped alleviate the pain that I was in. I also said screw the diet and decided to order a hot cocoa and a croissant. As we were chatting and reminiscing of the past, I decided to ask Polly if she remembered the time we were being chased by a cop during our friend Nikki's 13th birthday

and how our friend's stepmom covered from us. We had broken into a park that was shut down for repairs and maintenance. To that, Maria added to her. how the cop was her uncle and recognized us all, but decided not to pursue it and let it pass, since, overall, we were good kids. The moment that she mentioned us, I looked confused,

saying that I didn't remember her being at our friend's birthday party. Noria insisted that she was, and described in detail for detail what I was wearing that day, and then showed pictures that she had posted on Facebook. I had apologized, saying that I might just have a bad memory of that time, hoping that I hadn't offended her. Then, the more we talked about our childhoods, the more I got shocked. She was there when Polly had her knee dislocated during our track training, and remembered how I put Polly's knee back in place, and made a stint before demanding from our coach and school P.E. teacher to take us to the hospital.

or how she was one of the girls who found me crying and bleeding after some kids beat me up for reasons that aren't YouTube friendly. I frowned. Since the last instance she described, I was by myself. And the reason I had nobody to help wipe the blood off of me was what hurt more than the beating. It was very mentally scarring, and the beginning of my hyper-independence.

She is in no form. photos that I have from that time besides the birthday party. And as the night progressed, it was shown that she knew too much about my home life, asking about my sister and mother's health. My dad's work injury, he was shot in the leg in 2012, and my aunt's depression. Things I had only shared with Polly. At some point, Maria went to the bathroom and I asked Polly if she ever shared what I had shared with her with Maria.

and she shook her head no. She then proceeded to tell me how she was with us when I would vent about my home life and mentioned the two memorable times. The one time Polly's mom hit her and she ran away and we met at a nearby park. I remember it was only the two of us, but apparently Maria saw us

as she returned home from English class and joined us. And then the time I was kicked out of the house for 16 hours by my mom and slept on the benches of that same park. Apparently Maria's mom saw me and told Maria who told Polly and both them came to find me, and they brought me food in a blanket. Then Polly's mom told my dad who came to find me after confronting my mom. From my perspective, it was only Polly who brought me the food and the blanket,

because she had called my home and my sister spilled the beans about mom kicking me out. and then she asked of Polly to bring me food because my sister didn't have time to steal food to put in the bag she sneakily gave me it only had a water bottle my teddy bear and my wallet and a hat in general Maria knew stories and events that had happened in our school too and I don't remember her being part of our school complex yet she had photos there was a photo her favorite one where it's me, Maria, Polly, and our friends Nikki and Angela.

We're sitting on the marble ground floor staring up at the camera, squinting because the sun is blinding us, and Maria is hugging Polly and Polly is hugging me. This picture was taken by Polly's class president, Dmitri, when he had brought his camera to school and demanded to take pictures of all of us, since he was meant to be moving away after Easter. He didn't move away to his release. and then showed another picture where it's me, Maria, and Polly with Dimitri sitting on top of our desks,

because our school and city had flooded. We were bundled up in winter coats, glaring at the camera because we were freezing, and our friend Angela had taken that picture using Nikki's Nokia camera phone. Then she showed me two pictures from my birthday. It was a weekday and our school had arranged an excursion to the beach. My birthday is in May. and the picture was of me and Maria sitting in lounge chairs. I remember that because a moment later,

a kid from our class got dragged by the current while chasing his ball, and kids and people from the taverns rushed in to aid him. But I don't remember her sitting with me in those chairs, or having my picture taken. She also remembered the kid incident. The second picture was of me, Maria, Nikki, and Polly smiling to the camera, as the table was filled with our food orders. Maria was hugging my shoulder while I was laughing

because Polly had tickled me a second before the picture was taken. Maria then said that she wasn't sitting with us at that table, having been with her own friend group, but had come over to wish me a happy birthday and let me know that she would be an hour late to my party because her dad didn't get off work until 8 p.m. Also, her phone was used to snap the picture, and our school principal took that picture.

But I do not remember that. As the night ended, we took some pictures to upload to social media. When I started the process to tag us, I asked Maria for her details. And when I typed the name on Facebook, it showed that we were already friends. We said goodbye, and as I was writing the bus home, I checked our friend history on Facebook. and we'd been friends since 2011, and she looked to be my fourth friend made since opening the account. I tried to rationalize the whole thing as memories being blocked for me due to how traumatic these five years on that island were, not just for me, but for my family as a whole.

That island almost destroyed my parents' marriage, my relationship with my parents has been forever damaged due to those years, and what I had to endure. It made us co-dependent on each other, in the most toxic way. And a decade later, we are still trying to heal from it. I truly believe I will spend the rest of my life healing and unpacking what those five years did to my psyche. I already didn't have a childhood,

but that island, it twisted and turned me so dark. Leaving that place was one of the best things that has happened to me. Maybe that's why I don't remember Maria, or all those fun photos and times. But to forget a whole person being part of my already small friend group, I shared the incident with my sister last night, and she joked that Maria may have been part of my friend group in a parallel reality, and that she's now somehow transported to our reality with different memories. I don't know what to believe.

Parallel reality or just trauma response. Over a decade ago, I had an experience that shattered my concept of reality, haunted me, and caused years of anxiety after it occurred. Okay, I'm going to preface this by saying that I'm 19 years old, and at the time of my glitch or crossover, as I choose to believe, I was eight, maybe nine. So my father is an attorney, and as attorneys generally do, he worked in an office building. There was nothing overtly extravagant about it, in fact it was a pretty mundane building, but it is important to note that it only had four stories, and his office was on the fourth floor. At the time, I had two siblings, a sister and a baby brother. It became sort of a Friday weekly ritual for my mother to pick us up from school and daycare,

go to my dad's office, and then all of us would go to dinner. Which, in hindsight, didn't make much sense, as my parents had to take separate cars to the restaurant, but I digress. During that time in my childhood, I was dead set with being as independent as possible. cooking on the stove by myself, doing all of my homework without assistance, all of my laundry, etc. But there was one thing that I was particularly obsessed with doing alone, and that's using the elevator. So, one Friday afternoon, my mom picked all of us up and we went to my dad's office, as normal. I spent my time running around, annoying paralegals, office assistants, and his other colleagues.

nothing was out of the ordinary. Things only got weird when it came time to leave. My mom found me in some cubicle that I wasn't supposed to be in and told me to get ready to go, for which I promptly bolted for the elevator. My parents knew that it was pretty much pointless to try and ride down with me, so they just told me to wait for them on the ground floor.

When I stepped on, an intense feeling of dread came over. me, a sort of sense of impending doom. Anxiety is not the right word for what it was, and I should mention that at that point I was not claustrophobic. I knew that I needed to get out, sort of like a deep urge. But before I could react, the doors closed. In a flustered state, I accidentally pressed the button for the fourth floor, the floor that

I was already on, and to my confusion, Instead of the doors simply reopening, the elevator started to go up and did so for what felt like 30 to 45 seconds. When the doors finally opened, what I saw petrified me. The elevator opened to what resembled the fourth floor, but pretty much everything was wrong. Glass panes that were opaque were now transparent. The tiled floor was a different material. The walls went from a grayish color to a red. a greenish one.

The entire office had a different design, and the logo with the name of my dad's law firm, which was usually all over the reception desk, was now gone. I didn't move. I just stood there scanning the environment. Five minutes must have gone by until a vacuuming janitor noticed me.

The man seemed genuine enough and approached me. He tried to question me about where my parents were and if I needed help. And all I could get out is, I'm lost. He tried to get me to come over to the reception desk so we could call around the building to look for my parents. Just as I was about to comply, I was again overcome with that feeling of danger.

This time the urge was to plant my feet like a tree, and under no circumstances leave that elevator. I told him that I was just going to go to the first floor to wait for them, and he agreed under the condition that he'd go with me so I wasn't alone. So he got on and pressed the button for the first floor. This time when the elevator doors opened, I saw my family. Keep in mind, this building only had one elevator, and I never left it. My mother had a stroller and therefore couldn't have used the stairs.

In my numbing confusion for a nine-year-old, I just sprinted into my parents' arms and baldness. my eyes out. When I calmed down, I explained what had happened as best as I could, but they looked just as perplexed as I was. I asked how they got to the first floor before me, and they replied, what do you mean? We went down before you did. When I described the floor I was on, my dad said that it couldn't have existed as every

level of the building had the same floor plan. In pure desperation for them to believe me, I pleaded them to ask. ask the janitor who had brought me down, as he was the only person who could back me up considering he was working on that floor. And my mom's response sent a chilled on my spine. What are you talking about, kid? You were the only person on that elevator. No one on the janitorial staff fit the man's description,

and I hadn't seen him since. This experience scarred me to the point that I was terrified of elevators until I was about 14. I never set foot on that particular elevator once again for the two following years that my dad was employed there. I wholeheartedly believe I traveled to a parallel universe, and it has forever shifted my concept of reality. First off, I've had many odd instances throughout my life,

but they either didn't seem of note or didn't leave any substantial evidence that it actually happened, I've been a fan of your storytelling for about a year now, so I'm kind of excited to share my latest occurrence that I currently have physical, circumstantial proof of taking place. This glitch all stems from a pizza shop I run with my girlfriend. She's the general manager, and I'm the assistant manager, and an awful early morning hour that our shop got broken into. This happened a few months ago. And by the time one of us got there to open the shop that day, it was disgustingly apparent that someone broke through the glass door. They stole a couple of things, along with our registered drawer, half-hazardly ripping out the cords and everything.

Quite the mess. We immediately informed upper management after calling the police, as we needed a replacement drawer as soon as humanly possible. Upon receiving the new drawer, we hastily installed it into a new drawer. our system network. As with anything that locks, this drawer also came with two keys, little ones, on a single key ring. My girlfriend promptly tossed them in her purse, as they weren't ever remarkably necessary. We only ever need the keys in case of an emergency like a power outage or something,

as the drawer opens itself with any cash transaction or when a managerial function is executed. All was right again on that front, and we were good to go. So, about a month ago, my girl was looking for something in her purse. It's one of those cute, tiny backpack types, so a plethora of random things end up at the bottom. Amongst the array of items, she had an arbitrary amount of keys, some of which were these six odd little silver keys. She picked them out of the assortment and casually asked to. me, what are these for? So, I equally

responded with a casual shrug. After on closer inspection, I noticed a short serial number of sorts on them and tried Googling them, but to no avail. I had to note that all six had the same serial number, and were

actually identical to each other. Pressing them next to one another showed the teeth of each key lining up perfectly. At this point, we're both getting weirded out, as we cannot recall where these keys even came from, so we did a quick rundown of all the keys on hand. One was to her old car that was totaled in a wreck a long time ago.

Another was a copy of our old apartment key, as we live in a house now. And there was even a small key to a padlock we had on a storage closet a few years ago. That's all aside from the keys to our current cars and the ones to the doors around our house. A nice jumble, I know, yet no recollection of these exact six keys in question. Maybe they were for the filing cabinet at work. Maybe for the walk-in cooler.

No clue. Except that we thought they looked like the keys to the new register drawer. But as we haven't needed to use them yet, we were ultimately unsure. Also, coupled with the facts, that there were only two keys, not six. The next noteworthy circumstance is that the six keys came in sets of two, but were all connected,

just like the original two keys on a single key ring. The other two pairs came on their own respective key rings, but were all linked together by the rings. So it seemed like something that was intentionally done. Then I asked her if she linked them together like that, and she quickly said, No? I proceeded to ask if she might have absent-mindedly done it one day and forgot about doing it,

and she annoyingly said, no, there was only the two. We both knew there was only two. We were dumbfounded, with no obvious explanation, so we dropped it for the time being. Now, for the kicker, the next day, I took all six keys to work as I opened that day. There is no way I wasn't going to at least try to see if they fit into anything around the shop and unlocked whatever they might fit into. Even more so, I needed to know if these were, in fact, for our register's drawer.

Well, as it turns out, they are. They all work for unlocking the drawer, all six of them, as they are identical to each other. These three pairs of keys that ended up connected by the key rings, somehow, within my girlfriend's purse, are the keys to our new register drawer. No idea how this happened, or how it even could happen. It seemed wholly physically impossible. Yet there I stood, with six keys to this drawer, a drawer that came fresh out of the box with only two. Two keys. Weird stuff, man.

I just recently came across your channel and subscribed, as I like to listen to these stories as I fall asleep. I was listening to a video of yours from a couple of weeks ago when I heard a story so similar to my own experience, than I was encouraged to share. It was specifically a story about misplaced objects that you assume you just look over a million times, only for them to reappear exactly where you left them.

Usually, when this happens to me, it's a small object thrown in with many other small or cluttered objects, say a pen on a desk, or an item of makeup spread among other products that I spend an unreasonable amount of time staring at and moving items around, before I finally find what I'm looking for. This is easy for me to chalk up to just being stalled,

scatterbrained, or not paying attention. But I had an experience, probably around my first or second year of high school, that I still find extremely odd to this day. This would have been around 2010 or 2011. I was a teenager and a heavy sleeper, so I would not rely on my phone alarm to wake me up in the mornings, as it would often end up under my pillows or switched to vibrate. I had a large, old-school digital radio clock, probably from around the early 2000s, given to me by my mom. I used it to clearly see the time, and for the radio as I got ready in the mornings. It was probably about four inches across, three inches wide, and an inch tall with a flat top and a speaker and button for settings, and alarms that were small and clustered together on the left side.

The digital face was across the front. I didn't like having to fiddle with the small buttons on top to set my alarm for the morning, and I hit every wrong button trying to turn it off in my sleepy haze, so I preferred to have a secondary alarm sitting on top of it. This one was a small, round, analog clock that stood on a base. I kept both because, once again, being a sleepy, grumpy teen, It was a task for me to attempt to decipher a tiny clock face in my initial waking moments. Hence, why I kept both, the big clunky radio on the bottom, and the small analog on top.

It was my nightly routine to set my alarm and head to bed. One night, I had fully prepared myself for bed, and I went to set my alarm. When I turned to my nightstand, my digital clock was there, but the smaller alarm. usually sitting firmly on top, was nowhere to be found. Sometimes, in my rush to get ready in the mornings, I would hit it with a blanket or accidentally drag it into bed with me. So I began searching around my bed. It was probably around ten minutes that I spent looking at everything on my nightstand,

next to it, behind it, under it, in my bed, under the sheets, pillows, and then under the bed. I was starting to get extremely frustrated, and I knew the longer I stayed up looking for this stupid alarm clock, the more trouble I would have getting up in the morning. So, I decided to enlist my mom's help in searching for it. I walked down the hall and knocked on her bedroom door. She answered within a minute. I explained that I couldn't find my alarm clock and she followed me back to my room, probably annoyed that she had to get out of bed to help her. find a misplaced object.

I stepped back into my room explaining everywhere that I had already looked, and that it was nowhere to be found. She took one look into my room and said, Isn't that it right there? I looked to where she gestured, and there it was, sitting right in its spot on top of the radio, as if I hadn't spent an entire ten minutes looking everywhere for it. I turned back and swore to her that it wasn't there when I left the room,

and that there was no way I could have missed it, as I had not only moved and sorted through everything sitting on the nightstand, but it was one thing on top of another, and it was literally impossible to simply overlook. She laughed and joked that I had a helpful ghost that found it for me, and placed it back there so I could get a good night's rest. I always liked that explanation, as I was a good night's rest. that explanation as it weirdly made me less creeped out, than the possibility that our reality

is not as it seems. To this day, this is still the weirdest thing I've ever experienced. It's not as wild as some of the other stories I've heard, but it unnerved me all the same. And I think about it every time something goes missing. I always ask nicely for it to be returned, and then I'll find it shortly after. Thank you for reading, and creating such great content. Thank you. I know that stories about September 11th, 2001, are a bit outdated now. But my story starts on September 10th.

At about 5 o'clock, I left my terrible job and my terrible boss, and then headed for home. I had just bought a condominium on the side of the hill and loved it. I had a big blue chair that I loved to relax in. I had big sliding glass doors that looked out over the city. I got home and made a salad for dinner. I sat in my big blue chair and I ate my salad while I was watching TV. I ended up falling asleep in my chair. I dreamed about seeing the nose cone of an airplane coming through my sliding glass door.

I could hear screaming. I felt hot. and I could hear glass breaking. I could also smell what, in my mind, smelled like death. It actually smelled like a grandmother's basement, sort of wet dirt and mold. The dream woke me up out of a dead sleep. I got up, brushed my teeth, and got into bed.

The next morning I woke up, did the normal things you do to get ready for work, and drove to my office. I sat at my computer and started to search the internet, about what plane crash dreams meant. The browser opened, and I was able to type in what I wanted to know, but when I hit search, the screen went white. About that time, the office assistant came in and said,

I just heard a small plane crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City. I said, wow, that's weird. We went into a conference room and turned on the television. We were watching the news, and they were talking about, about the plane that had crashed into the World Trade Center. At that moment, we could see on live television another plane. Everybody knows by now that it crashed into the second World Trade Center. As that day progressed, everyone felt unsafe, weird, and violated.

I always wonder about why I would dream the night before about plane crashing into my sliding glass doors. I have had intuition and premonitions about things before. They've always been very vague, like this one. And I know there's nothing I could have done or could have told anyone, but I still feel kind of guilty. My name is Rebecca. My friends and family call me Becky.

This true story happened to my brother Jeremy and I when I was 12 years old, and my brother was 13 years old back in 2007. I was always interested in history, but never really believed in the paramed. normal. But what happened to my brother Jeremy and I made me a believer in another dimension, or time travel being possible. I remember one hot summer day in South Dakota. I was horsing around with my brother Jeremy and our spacious backyard, where there were coyotes, prairie dogs, pronghorn sheep, and bison. Jeremy was larger and taller than I was, so I jumped on a big barrel to appear taller than him.

But as soon as I got on the barrel and stood straight up preparing for me to laugh at him for being taller, the whole landscape around us started to change to an old Western mining kind of town, the kind that you would see in a John Wayne or Clint Eastwood cowboy movie. I could see the many horses and wagons tied to hitching posts at the general store and the hotels. I was curious on what year it was, because... because all I could see were many horses and wagons, no cars at all. I was thinking that Jeremy and I must have fallen into another timeline.

Looking around at our surroundings, I could tell that this was before 1920, and was probably before 1910, too. As luck would have it, I looked over to my left and saw a vintage circus was coming to town, on a poster sitting on a tree, saying the date of August 10, 1873. Wow, I thought to myself, 1873, Deadwood, South Dakota. Seth Bullock was the famous sheriff here at this time period. The circus would be coming to my hometown, Deadwood, South Dakota. How about that?

My brother Jeremy and I were lucky to have read the circus program, because we knew what state and time the circus was. I noticed that my blonde hair was still long, but had a big red bow in the middle of it. I then looked down to see my clothes, and they had changed also. I changed from a cute top, shorts, and sneakers to a fabulous pink dress. I was also barefoot. I then looked down at my brother.

Jeremy was no longer wearing a nice top pants and sneakers, but an old-fashioned top, short pants, and was also barefoot. He had a newspaper boy cap on his head. I thought he looked cute. Jeremy and I then noticed that we were right in the middle of many townspeople hooting and hollering, watching something that was about to take place in this South Dakota mining town. Jeremy and I looked ahead of us, and we were surprised to see that there was indeed hanging about to take place.

I did not know who the prisoner was, nor what he was charged with, only that he was going to be hanged. The prisoner was a good-looking man in his 40s with the black handlebar mustache, wearing a brown-in-color three-piece suit. The executioner was an elderly man wearing a black top hat and black suit. The hangman asked the prisoners if he wanted to say something, any last words. The prisoner shook his head no, as the hangman put a big black hood over the prisoner's head, and pulled the lever as the trapdoor opened and he fell through.

My brother and I watched the prisoner thrash around a while, like a fish out of water, before all was silent and there was no movement at all. Jeremy and I were still watching the prisoner being hanged, as an enormous, in-size man with a large walrus kind of mustache, wearing a brown derby hat and brown suit, which was too small for him, gently grabbed my hand telling me to get off the,

barrel and to go home, because children should not be watching a public hanging. The huge man scolded us once more for watching the hanging as he helped me down from the barrel. As soon as he did, I heard a large clap of thunder, as I and Jeremy basically returned to the present, which was 2007 at the time. When Jeremy and I got back to our parents' house, we told them everything, but they didn't believe us. Only one friend of mine thought that my story was real. She was a good friend. The interesting thing was that Jeremy and I seemed to be gone at least an hour,

but my parents said that we were only outside for two minutes. Jeremy and I must have experienced a time slip or something. Again, I was thankful to see the vintage circus picture because it told us what state and what year we were suddenly thrust into. My brother Jeremy and I must have slipped into another dimension or timeline, but we were both thankful that we were back in the present. Something surely paranormal happened to us there. I have never openly shared this story,

aside from telling a couple of people that I'm closest to. Even they do not believe me. Not that they would ever say so, but when you really know someone they don't have to. to. I will synopsize this by saying that I believe that for a mere one to two minutes, when I was in junior high school, I had some sort of time slip slash involuntary, spontaneous warp into an alternate reality. The only difference between this one here and now that I was able to ascertain from such a brief trip was that in the timeline in which I found myself,

I had never moved back to the southern U.S. where I was born, and instead stayed in the Midwest in Wichita, Kansas, where my family had moved for a little over a year's time when I was aged 11. When I was in the fifth grade, my mother and stepfather separated. My mother, sister, and two girl cousins that lived with us at the time, packed up and moved from the Bible Belt to Wichita. My older brother, who is a good bit older than I am, had met a woman online who lived there and married her.

So he urged us to come to the Midwest where he had found happiness, so we did. I actually really loved it there. But just as I had started to find my stride and feel like I belonged, after about a year exactly, my mother had decided to move back to our original tiny southern town. She was having a hard time with her mental health and had reconciled with my stepfather. So I reluctantly said goodbye to the city life that I had grown to love and my new friends, and picked up right where I left off with my lifelong friends at the school I had attended most of my life in my hometown.

Looking back, I can see that as a defining moment to how the rest of my life was to go. If I had stayed there, I'd be a different thing. person right now, without a doubt. But at that moment, I was still just a kid, so I didn't get too meta about it. I was sad to say bye, but happy that I didn't have to completely start over in an unfamiliar place. Now, for my time slip or warp or whatever, about a year exactly from the time that we returned to our hometown, I was in seventh grade.

It was a day like any other. It was lunchtime and I stood in line with my peers, just chatting and waiting for the line to move up to get some chocolate milk from the cafeteria. I remember vividly that the boy I had a crush on my whole life was standing behind me, which was different, but not in a bad way. And we were maybe flirting, or I hoped we were. He made some playful comments to the effect of, You're not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy, which was a little bit.

line that people thought was pretty clever to say for several years after I moved back from Kansas. But I smiled like it was new because, crush. I had my back to the cafeteria wall, and I was leaned back propping on it, just waiting for this line to move. I had this wave of what felt a lot like vertigo, like I was off balance, and about to topple, but I wasn't at all. My ears began to ring loudly and my vision almost slowly faded into black. Like when you stand up too fast and your vision blacks out, but more slowly than that. My head was swimming for a moment and then it was foggy. When the fog lifted, my vision faded in from the blackness.

My ears were still ringing somewhat, but that too was fading out and tapering off. I remember confusion and just generally not understanding what I was seeing. I was still in school, and I was still standing in line in the cafeteria with my back leaned against the wall. But I wasn't in my hometown any longer. I was in Kansas again. Next to me, and obviously having been laughing and talking with me, were two older girls that I remembered from my time there. They were older than I'd last seen them, though, like I was also.

These girls were classmates and friendly acquaintances. They had liked my accent and loved teaching me curse words in Spanish. But when I had lived in Kansas, they were not close friends at all. However, now they were. I don't know how I knew that, but I did. These were my best friends in this reality. The reality or timeline in which I had never really. returned to the south or left the Midwest.

I registered first the fact that I was here, in the school and city, because we had not moved back to my home state and town. And as soon as I did, it was just accepted as fact. Like, oh yeah, that's right. And it was as if everything since we had left, all the last year of events were undone and gone from my memory. Then, I was observing my friends, and my friendship and how it grew with these girls was coming back to me, not each piece at a time, but like abstract knowledge downloading into my subconscious in large chunks of data.

Because I was so discombobulated, I can't put an exact time that my consciousness slipped into this other me's reality. But I believe it was only a couple to a few minutes at best. I had not spoken a word because my brain was running processing software with all its computing power. I didn't get to the caught-up mentally place of verbal speech, before the ringing in my ears and dizzy head-swimming confusion set back in. Only this time not slowly but crazy fast. I literally felt like I snapped back into this me's reality, like a rubber band. It was like the universe had noticed it.

mistake and snapped me back like a rubber band, correcting its errors as quickly as possible. I think the correction put me back at the same moment in time I was at before the slip, because no time seemed to have gone by for anyone else. I looked around and said, Am I back here with y'all now? To my crush, to which he just looked at me like I wasn't making sense, and said that the line was moving. And that was that.

Has anyone experienced anything like this or anything comparable? Hi Raven, big fan here. I've been a listener for a while now and have always been fascinated by the glitch in the Matrix stories, but never believed it's to happen to me until today. To start, I was home alone doing household things like tidying up my room, doing laundry, etc. I have a pair of shoes that I've been meaning to clean. I decided to wash those up, and because I'm impatient, I went ahead and threw them into the dryer.

No big deal. I've done this countless times. Well, after doing that, I went to my kitchen and began preparing something to eat. That took me about 20 minutes. The dryer was still running just fine. I then went to sit at my kitchen table at a spot where I'm facing away from the laundry area, so it's to my back. I'm enjoying my food and watching YouTube, and suddenly, my dryer blares this annoying beeping

noise. I ignore it, thinking that it may have just overheated and shut off, and this is normal. So I take a few bites and get up to go see what the issue is. As I'm walking over, I notice that one of my shoes is now sitting in front of my dryer on its side, while the other one is in. inside. You may be thinking I must have accidentally dropped it before shutting the dryer door and not realized it.

But no. As I picked the shoe up, it was really hot, meaning it was definitely in that dryer because I washed them with cold water, which further proves this claim. I went ahead and grabbed the shoe that was in the dryer, and guess what? They both had the exact same temperature. Mind you, the dryer door was not open when I walked up. It was shut, as I left it earlier. I thought to myself, how weird, and then proceeded to just throw them back in and turn the dryer on.

I then texted my boyfriend about it, who was also an avid listener of your podcast. We exchanged our how weirds and it's a glitches, and I carried on with my meal. I finish up, and I turn around to start a round to see. stare at my dryer, still feeling uneasy. I step a bit closer as I need to get to my kitchen. The kitchen is between my table and the laundry area. But to my horror, in real time, I see the shoe somehow appear outside of the dryer. And then about two seconds later, the dryer door opens.

As if someone grabbed the shoe out, but the order was backwards? By now I'm internally freaking out and texting my boy, friends some more. I then rush over to grab my shoes and place them on top of the dryer to air dry instead. And to mention now after experiencing this, I feel extremely lightheaded and dizzy. I guess the universe just had a problem with me drying my shoes faster. Hey Raven, I've been listening to Glitch in the Matrix stories for some time now on multiple channels, but I've never shared my own. Until now. I feel mine is quite boring and innocuous, like many glitches are, but perhaps that's what makes them all the more unsettling. This event happened in my life a few years ago, when Omegel still existed.

I was living in a redneck town where I felt very different from the norm, and I became quite lonely. I was working as a freelance marketer, so I had more time in my day than a person working a regular full-time job at the time. So, occasionally, I would grab a couple of beers and go on Omega, which, for those who don't know, was a random webcam sharing website. It would connect you to random people anywhere in the world who also connected to the site. Anyway, I was switching through webcam footage of people, then stopped. What I saw at first looked like a strange scenario of kids, and I was a...

was a bit horrified at what I was seeing at first. But as I held off, I noticed that the person behind the camera was a woman who appeared to be their mother. I asked, hey, is everything okay there? And the response I got was, um, yeah. I figured I stumbled upon a bored mother at home taking care of her kids. Once I realized the situation was normal and just a bored housewife with her two kids looking for companionship, I loosened up. I began talking to her, and her accent revealed that she was from Australia. The woman began saying things that I didn't understand at the time. She said,

Hey, I've seen you earlier. And I said, oh, did we skip each other here on Omegel? And then she shook her head. No, no, I saw you on TikTok. I was quiet for a moment trying to process what she was saying. I decided that I looked like someone that she saw on TikTok. It couldn't have been me. I only had a few videos uploaded and the number of views was under a thousand for all of them. I said, no, it probably wasn't me. And then we chatted about some things for a while. But the TikTok subject broached again after about ten minutes.

She said, hey, I really saw you on TikTok. I became perplexed and asked. What do you mean? Like, how? She said, I even added you as a friend. Here, before we matched on Omega. I was in disbelief.

I opened my TikTok app and then asked, okay, if you added me before, what's your handle? She told me her handle, and lo and behold, she liked a video I posted that had under a hundred views before we met on Omega. How could someone who lives a girl? across the world, like and follow me on TikTok, and then we meet on Omega moments later. Like, unless I don't understand how algorithms work, but I'm not totally stupid.

I do work in online marketing after all. We both became so confused and talked about how strange it was. I added her back on TikTok. Like, what are the chances that someone would see my very unpopular TikTok video that had under a hundred views in America, and then a person in Australia saw it and then connected with me on Omega right after. That cannot be coincidence, right? Anyways, the next day I bought a lottery ticket because, well, what else unbelievable could happen.

I had added the woman back on TikTok and messaged her saying, Hey, that was so weird the other day that I bought a lottery ticket. And then she responded, huh, I did too. This was honestly the weirdest, most serendipitous experience I have ever had in my life. It happened like five years ago, and I still don't understand how. I asked people who worked in digital and algorithms if something like this could make sense, but I never got an answer. So, if your listeners have any idea, please have them comment and explain.

Thank you, Raven. And thank you for submitting your story. And also, based on my tech experience, as far as I know, algorithms don't work cross-site, so that's crazy. Lazzang sur-gillet, puissance-moyance-moyance-moyen for 15 minutes. We're like to dojo. Vive the pleasure with Leo Jo.

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I've been an avid Glitch in the Matrix fan for many years now, so I was glad to find another narration channel to listen to. I have a few Glitch in the Matrix stories that have happened to me that I would like to share with you. Feel free to pick and choose which ones you'd like to read, if any. Thanks for your time and attention, and I hope you like the stories. Thank you. Story number one. When I was a little kid, I used to enjoy bird watching out my kitchen window. We had a big bay window with a tree right in front of it.

My parents would put up a bird feeder, and we would get a lot of birds coming by to eat the bird seed. Just the normal birds like sparrows, chickadees, cardinals, every once in a while and the occasional blue jay. We had a bird book that I would always look through. It had a big picture of the bird on one side of the page, and then on the other side it had the name of the bird, some information on it, And then at the bottom of the page there was a map of the USA with the highlighted area of where that specific bird was native to. One afternoon, I was looking through the bird book and was looking at a page with a blackbird. I can't remember the name of the bird, but it was native to the southern USA.

Texas, Louisiana, that whole area. If it's native to that area and it's a blackbird, it was probably a gray-tailed grackle. That was me saying that. That's not in the story, sorry. I grew up in New Jersey for reference. So I'm looking out the window after looking at this picture of a blackbird, and I kid you not, the exact same bird that I had just been looking at in the book flew into the tree.

It stopped on a branch for a brief moment, long enough for me to realize it was the same bird that was on the page in front of me, and then flew away. According to this book, this bird was not, native to New Jersey. It's totally possible that it was just some other kind of blackbird that is native to New Jersey, but I remember being so sure that it was the same bird I was looking at in my bird book. My parents, of course, did not believe me when I told them.

I thought it was a weird synchronicity. Maybe a glitch in the Matrix, maybe not. But yeah, that's one of my earlier Glitch in the Matrix experiences that I can remember. remember. Story 2. The story happened to me in early college. To make a long story short, on a Saturday night, I went to a couple house parties with one of my friends from high school. I was never a big party person in college, but I was young and trying to fit in and be cool.

I end up sleeping over at my friend's house that night. Anyways, the following day, I'm back home and spending the day with my sister. It's a low-key day. I was honestly a little hungover from the night before. We went to a cafe in our town during the day and then came back to relax. That evening, my parents and brothers went to a family friend's house for dinner, so it was just my sister and I at home. We were going to settle in and watch a movie. So I go upstairs to my room to change into comfy lounge clothes.

As I'm pulling my denim shorts off, I hear some change in my pocket, which I thought was odd considering at that time, in my life, I never had cash on me, so I wouldn't have any change in my pockets for any reason, really. I dig into my pocket, and I pull out these two coins from this arcade slash bar called barcade. Now, I'd been wearing these same shorts the night before, but when I was at those parties, I would have noticed if someone slipped these random coins into my pocket. And who would be doing that anyways?

I texted my friend a picture of the coins, and I asked if she and her family had ever been there. Maybe somehow they'd come from her house since I'd spent the night there. She said she'd never heard of the place. I start freaking out a little bit, because I cannot explain this, and I go back downstairs and sat in her kitchen, texting my mom about what happened. It was late summer at the time, so we had the windows open in our house, and we live in the suburbs,

so there's always people walking down our street and cars going by that we can hear. I remember sitting at our kitchen island, still freaking out about these weird coins, and I hear car doors slamming outside. I hear my dad's voice call out my name. Charlotte. I thought, great, my parents are home. I wait for them to come inside, but they never do. I text my mom asking where they're at,

and she says they're still at the dinner table at their friend's house. This honestly sent me over the edge a little bit, and she said they were about to leave to come home. That's basically the end of that story. My parents eventually came home and just laughed at me. I still to this day cannot explain where those coins came from and how they ended up in my pocket. nor can I explain hearing my dad's voice call out my name.

Could it have been someone else walking past my house who knew me? Sure, but I feel like that's unlikely. I was so sure that it was my dad's voice. It definitely was one of the most unexplainable experiences in my lifetime. Story number three. This is a short little story that also happened to me in college. I was hanging out with a friend and her daughter. dorm room one afternoon after we both got out of classes.

I think I was sitting at her desk doing some homework assignment, and she was sitting in her bed. It was sunset, so the sky looked really pretty outside her window. We're looking out, and I see a plane taking off in the distance from our city's airport. I mentioned it, and she says something to the effect of, yeah, it's cute sometimes. I just lay in bed and watch the planes take off. flash forward, probably a few weeks, and we're sitting in a nearby park at night, and I see a plane in the sky and mention our conversation from a few weeks prior. She says, what? I never said that.

I'm confused because I specifically remember the conversation we had, but she's adamant that she never said that, that she has never watched planes taking off out her window. I ended up just dropping the topic, but I just thought it was so bizarre. Was I misremembering? Possibly. But I remember so clearly looking at the pretty sunset, and the colors in the sky and the plane taking off in the distance.

I was convinced at the time that we must have just slipped into a parallel dimension. Maybe this is completely explainable and just boils down to poor memory, but I don't know. Thank you for your time, Raven, and I hope that you enjoyed. I don't know if this is a glitch, or if it's some kind of paranormal event. I was about 24 years old and was living with my mother at the time. She bought a mirror from a garage sale that was about 20 by 30 in size. I didn't go with her, and I had no idea where she bought it.

I don't know why, but I felt that I needed to stare at the mirror and ask, who owned this mirror? I then saw a couple in the mirror standing next to each other, like that old farmer painting. I just noticed the couple, how they looked, hair, color, and outfits. I described them to my mother, and she told me that they were the couple that she bought the mirror from. How could I see them in the mirror?

Like I said, I didn't go with her when she bought it, and I don't know them myself. I was writing one of those electric scooters for the first. first time in town with other family members. As we were coming to a crossway, I squeezed too hard on the brakes and went flying over the scooter and onto the sidewalk and grassway. I could feel my arms and knees being scraped up as I skid over the sidewalk and into the grass. I raised my arms to assess the damage.

My left arm was scraped from my wrist all the way to my elbow, bleeding with gravel and grass mixed throughout the cuts. My right arm sustained scrapes, mainly on my wrist area with the gravel and grass on it as well. My husband looked down and said, Oh, wow, are you all right? I said, yeah, it just stings. Then I pulled up my pant leg to look at my knees. There were only a few small bruises.

I said, well, my pants must have protected my knees then. Then I went to raise my arms again, wanting to brush off the gravel and grass before it. attempting to clean it up with wet wipes that I keep on me. As I looked at my arms, there was nothing there, on either arm. No grass, no gravel, no scrapes, not even a bruise. Then, I noticed that the pain was completely gone as well. I looked up at my husband, and we both were confused. I started to say, wait, I thought that, and he finished with, me too.

I worked in a dental clinic as a nationally certified dental assistant. I saw a lot of names on charts daily for many years. I'd gone home for the day and celebrated my birthday with my parents and sister. My sister had asked my mom what she could get me, and my mother had replied, an iPhone, of course. They were brand new then. She was amazed at the wealth of great information at her fingertips. always asking my sister questions to find the answers to.

I was never so surprised to see this gift. It was fabulous. I tried to learn all I could about it all night long until early in the morning. My mother wasn't feeling so well, and so I was careful as I got up for work to be extra quiet. I was almost ready early, and then suddenly my phone screamed madly. Then this music started and a voice screamed out, James Brown

It was an old song that my sister downloaded to show me how to do it earlier But I hadn't touched anything to cause this Over and over it did this I was unable to turn it down or off So I shoved it under a pillow Until I could leave the house that morning to look at it closer It was as if it had a mind of its own

I seemed to grasp the volume on off And could not imagine why it would just keep repeating that scream and announcement, which was a live recording of a very old song. Once in the car, it finally stopped. I think it just ran out of juice. I was relieved. It had me on edge for over an hour fighting with it to shut it up. I got to work, an hour's drive to the dental clinic, and I got the chart for our first patient, and set up the room for our procedure completely, and then went the waiting room to call a man back to the clinic. And James Brown, I called.

When my patient arose and came back with me into the operatory, I could not believe it. For those not familiar with British TV shows, the hairy bikers were two men with beards and mustaches who rode around on motorbikes doing cooking. Only a few years earlier, before this became news, myself and my parents had a discussion when we saw them appear in a TV advert.

One parent said, I thought one of them had died. This parent doesn't believe in anything ESP related. In fact, they're typically oblivious of any sort of world affairs. Any major events in the world, odds are, they are unaware of it. The other parents said, No, I think both of them died. The first parent then replied,

well, I know one of them died. He had cancer. They then asked me, but I said that I didn't know much about the hairy bikers. I then replied that, I guess maybe one of them died, but I don't know. I'll go check. So, I looked up their page on Wikipedia, and both were reported as being alive. Both parents insisted that they had seen the reports that they were dead. They're not users of the internet. So it isn't something they just read somewhere, and neither claimed it was a rumor. One insisted they had seen a BBC news report of the Harry Biker's deaths. We had this discussion back in 2022. I'm pretty sure one of them mentioned it in passing back in 2021,

but it was mostly brushed off as an, oh, not sad if it's true. Viewers of this channel will be able to verify for themselves that, as of February 24, one of the Harry Bikers died, of cancer. Attached is an article they sent for me to verify, and I can confirm.

The title of the article dated February 2024 reads, The Harry Bikers star Dave Myers, who had cancer, dies at 66. Both of my parents had agreed, before it had even happened, that one of the Harry Bikers had died.

and one had even specified the cause of death being cancer. Upon seeing this news, I remarked perhaps they had seen the future or come from an alternate timeline where it already happened. One parent insists the other had died in some sort of accident where they'd fallen off some bridge, or something similar. Given they were right about the first death, I wonder if they will be right about the second.

The story goes with your glitch in the main. Matrix stories. It's pretty short, but something that really confused both my friend and I, and we still can't understand it. So, for a little background, the weather here has finally started warming up, and we've had really nice sunny days. So today, I wanted to show my friend a really cool secluded spot I found in our small town, since it's been so cold and we haven't been able to adventure and enjoy the outdoors. Her and I also both like to smoke, and it's something we enjoy doing together, in new sesh spots that we find through other people, or through exploring.

So, anyway, I showed her around the spot. We sat down on some nice little rocks in a clearing, and we shared our joint that we brought, and just took in the nature vibes and peace around us for a bit. After about 40 minutes, we decided that it was getting a little too windy for our liking, and started collecting our things to head out. Well, as I said, it was very windy and I was struggling a bit putting the joint container and lighter back into my purse, and right as I let go of the lighter, I felt it missed my bag and fall to the ground. Yet, I didn't hear a sound.

I immediately looked down at the ground, and my lighter was nowhere to be seen. Keep in mind it's a bright blue lighter, and the ground surrounding us is entirely green and brown. So, a little confused, I check my purse. It's not there. So then I think, okay, maybe it all hit me a little harder than I thought, and I started checking my pockets, and yes, even my hand to see if somehow I just thought I went to put it away.

But no, it wasn't. wasn't in my jacket or pants pockets. Of course, it wasn't in my hands, and after all that, I checked my purse once again and still couldn't find it. At this point, my friend and I are searching everywhere on the ground, moving grass and plants, checking under our feet, shaking clothes, and checking pockets and purses a third time. Nowhere.

We weren't close to an edge or a hole in the ground. and yet this thing seemingly fell out of my hand and out of existence. Never to be seen again. So, yeah, I know this wasn't the craziest story you've gotten, but I still cannot stop thinking about it. 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 for 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.