As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 73 - 18 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: June 19, 2024

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We were on at a table outside of a cafe and cocktail bars having some beers. It's important to mention that we were not already drunk, and that we are three young, tall, fit men, accustomed to drinking regularly, which means that we have a high tolerance for alcohol. Also, I would like to mention that one of my friends is a policeman and my other friend is an engineer student, while I'm already an engineer. We bought four 33 CL bottles of beer, and the bottles were of the same brand, Aguila, which has a unique blue label attached to it.

The table was round, and we were properly distributed around it, forming the vertices of an equilateral triangle. That means that each of us was watched by the other two at all times. as so was any person that could pass behind. We were joking and laughing and almost finishing the second bottle, when suddenly my fellow engineer friend stopped laughing, and interrupted to say with a mystified expression, what is the beer doing there?

When I heard it, I couldn't make any sense of it, but when I realized what he meant, I stopped laughing very quickly as well. One of the small bottles was no longer, a blue aquila beer, but an Estrella Galicia, beer, with a red and black label color. It was also of the same size. Now, it's time to state a few things. One, you could say the three of us got confused,

and that not all the beers were of the blue label brand. I would respect that thinking, as I would probably think the same too if I were you. But not only my two other friends and I are 100% sure, but also the offer we bought was an iguela offer. I personally split the fourth bottle of blue iguela among the three of us. As I stated earlier, we are young boys, we've never taken drugs. We are mentally and physically healthy,

and we had never experienced anything paranormal before. Two, there were three tables around us separated by approximately one to one and a half meters from us. Only one person came behind one of us, and me and my other friends saw her moving at all times, without having a beer, and much less doing anything suspicious. The idea of a person approaching our table, taking one of our empty bottles and then replacing it with another different empty bottle

is just preposterous. And three, I thought that maybe one of my friends might have played a trick to mock us, but we never looked away from the table nor each other. At least I didn't. We became serious soon because we were afraid of having drunk something possibly poisoned with some kind of drug. We were thinking about how to properly investigate what the hell had just happened, when a random madwoman came from inside yelling at us and ordering us to leave. Apparently she was the owner of the bar next to the one that we bought the beers from,

and she was pissed off because we were sitting on a table that was from her place. We didn't notice, since at this... this spot, there are many bars very close to each other, and the tables were almost the same. We joked about this, because it felt like as if an NPC was forced to spawn, to divert our conversation and spoil our attempt to investigate any further. However, I can't really tell what happened, and up to this day, we keep talking about it. I decided to write about this after something even creepier happened to me yesterday. But this time, I told no one about it, since I feel like I won't be believed.

And I'll start to lose respect or credibility. I can't blame anybody, though, since I'm also a skeptical bastard that would also think that I'm either crazy or lying for attention. Since here I can speak anonymously, and you'll probably want to know about it, I'll make a post about that soon. This happened about a month or so back in the city that I live in, up in the northeastern United States. Let me preface this by saying how much rage and contempt I feel in my heart, when driving on major roads behind cyclists, particularly during peak rush hours. I don't mean folks who rely on bicycles to commute to and from work. You know who I mean.

The competitive, sunglasses, and spandex leotard-wearing variety. just out there messing up traffic because of their sport. Anyway, cue the image that I just gave you as I'm driving to the gym after work. I'm crawling at 15 to 20 miles per hour or so below the speed limit, losing my damn mind behind this clown. I obviously have nothing but time to stare down the source of my frustration and take in every inch of his bike an obnoxious leotard. It said something about Team Fubar,

which I later looked up. It appears to be a cycling team based in Los Angeles, California. Nowhere near where this happened. Anyway, the bike was lime green, and the outfit was loudly adorned with squiggly lines, with two big, bold X's on the legs. I noticed those because they reminded me of the X on Chopper's Hat from One Piece. Eventually, the cyclist decides to turn off the main road we were on and makes a right onto a dead-end road beneath a small overpass.

Brimming with joy, I exclaim, Good, because of you, this drive was really foobard. Hilarious, I know. And then I triumphantly advanced to the freaking speed limit. I hit all the green lights, turned left onto a short bridge and hit a red light after crossing it. This all took maybe 45 to 60 seconds. Now, who's at this intersection parked on an adjacent bike trail?

You guessed it. I was really caught off guard by this because I instantly recognized the lime green bike, the team Fubar logo and the big X's on the pant legs, R.E. Chopper. Now, there is absolutely no way that he kept up pace and wound up there, because, A, I did not see him after we parted ways, and B, there's no way for a cyclone. checklist traveled that fast on a bike.

I thought, okay, weird, maybe there's a trail or something that connects the dead end road to the bike path, and went about my gym excursion. On the drive home, I scoped out the area and saw that it's nothing but water. There is no bridge except for the one that I drove on, way ahead of him. Now, unless this guy rode his bike across the freaking water, like Admiral Iokiji, there is, simply no access. When I got home, I studied the area on Google Maps and found absolutely no way to get from the overpass he turned under to the bike path across the river,

neither without passing me along the way, nor in such a short amount of time. I've driven through the area many more times since then, and I am still bewildered. The only explanation that I can muster is that it was two separate cyclists from that team. with matching bikes, who both happened to be out riding that area or meeting up with each other. I'm fairly certain it was the same guy, though.

So I don't know about this. Again, this happened in the northeastern U.S., so I'm not sure how big a following or membership a California-based team would have out here. It was bizarre, and my day was really fubarred. I'll try my best to keep this as short as I can while remaining coherent about it. When I was young, my grandma always called me MISPA as a nickname. Being young, I never thought much of it, especially what it even meant in the first place. I ended up losing her in a tragic way at the age of 17, which affected my life in a negative way for a good amount of time.

I was never necessarily religious or even spiritual for that matter, but after her passing, I begged for a sign for the longest time, to no avail. Fast forward. I've never been good with people romantically, like ever. Never really been in a real relationship or experienced any true deep connection with anyone up until around September of 2023. This girl got hired at my work. How I even ended up at the store in this state is in and of itself a story with many synchronicities.

And I was tasked with training her. We hit it off incredibly well and very fast. And while we never dated because she technically has a boyfriend, over the span of seven months we grew insanely close to one another to the point where we were nearly inseparable. and despite her being in a relationship, long distance, mind you, never met each other, there's a very real chemistry between us. So what do these two parts have to do with one another?

Well, just over two months ago, I was at her house and we were watching some random YouTube series about the paranormal, which in part dealt with communicating with dead loved ones. Halfway through the episode, I paused it and decided to finally come around in being open with her about what exactly happened with my grandma. And part of that was telling her how I begged for a sign for the longest time, but never received one. But in hindsight, I'm happy I didn't, because I probably wouldn't have been able to handle it. But if I were to receive a sign now, I think I would be at peace with it.

I then resumed the episode. After the episode ended, I started to bring up my girl. grandma once again. And as I did, my phone started to ring. Who was calling? My grandma's old phone number. I actually instantly broke down about it because I had never experienced anything paranormal ever before. I didn't answer the phone because I was too shocked, honestly. I let it ring, and then after composing myself, called back, and some random guy answered, saying that he didn't make any calls and that he was just on his way to grab groceries from the store. That was that.

I told her, and another friend more recently, that I feel like that was my grandma's way of saying she was watching over us. It gets weirder. Fast forward to Easter of this year. Due to some stupid situation taken out of context the day before, me and this girl had a falling out. We haven't seen each other since, and have only argumentatively spoken.

like twice. Aside from that, I've just been focusing on myself, as one is supposed to, in these situations. Well, a few days ago, I had the urge to treat myself. I've always wanted to own a piece of jewelry, but something antique, something from Victorian times. Within a short amount of time, on Etsy I found a sterling silver ring with a single word imprinted on it. MISPA. After laughing at the No-Way feeling about it,

I had to finally see what the word meant after all this time. It's a Hebrew word that means watch over. It became popularized during the Victorian period wherein couples would gift each other rings with this word to keep them safe

while they were apart from each other. I've experienced a good amount of synchronicities with this girl, but this one is borderline haunting. A little extra crazy thing about the ring that I found too, and I did end up buying it,

is that the maker's mark is B and B, which coincides with the initials of this girl's and I surnames. I've had too many paranormal incidents in my life to count, and a few glitch in the Matrix events as well. I'm not sure which this story is. Regardless, it's one of the most confusing and unforgettable things that has ever happened to me. Approximately three years ago, in the spring of 2021, when I was 41, I lived in a townhouse-style apartment complex.

My front door was surrounded by four other entrances, all accessible from outside. nearby is the headquarters for a large company, and they commonly placed employees that are short-term, or relocating in this complex. I'd previously met one of my neighbors, that's front door, was right next to mine. We'd have casual, neighborly conversations when we would see each other as we're coming and going from our cars, walking our dogs or getting our mail. Let's call this neighbor, Lucy. So this particular day, as I'm returning from getting my mail, I run into Lucy who is returning from walking her tiny little dog, who must be at least 15 years old,

with one blind eye, scraggly hair, and tongue constantly hanging out. My dog, who is five times the size, the little old man dog, and normally loves every dog, growls and absolutely does not like Lucy's dog, or any other dog in the immediate area for whatever reason. This always made me wonder if there's some strange energy around. Anyways, Lucy and I start casually chatting, and she picks up her little old man. My dog is inside my home, but must have heard me, so he looked out the front window.

Seeing Lucy's dog, my dog starts barking. I can't let him out because of his almost aggressive dislike of this little old man puppy. The barking isn't too loud or distracting, so we ignore it and continue talking. After about five minutes, one of the other neighbors comes out of her front door. We'll call this neighbor Blonde Woman. Blonde woman looks to be in her early 30s, good-looking in a short top and tight sweatpants. She asks us if we can quiet the barking dog because she works from home and it's very distracting. She goes on that she has a dog too,

that I should put my dog in a kennel when I'm busy so he won't bark. She mentioned she's only there for six months, and she lives in Connecticut, but is on contract for the large company nearby. I apologize, calm my dog and chat to Lucy for a few more minutes. Here's the thing. The blonde woman came out of the same front door where I absolutely know a single Indian woman with a distinctive limp

in her 50s lives. alone. I had seen the Indian woman come in and out of that exact door. There are only four doors near me, and I know who lives in each apartment. The first time I met the Indian woman, she stood at my front door, standing way too close to me, and trying to let herself into my apartment, as she told me she is from Connecticut on a six-month contract for the large company nearby. She mentioned how she hasn't met any people and asks if there are any good coffee shops nearby. Later, I even commented to my son about her being pushy, walking into my place, and I thought that she was trying to imply that we should go get coffee together,

or maybe trying to make friends with me. Don't get me wrong, the Indian woman seemed really nice, and I felt a good, non-threatening vibe from her. She just stood way too close when talking to me, and was pushy in a strange way, the way that she was trying to walk into my home. The blonde woman seemed bossy and unpleasant. After the blonde woman goes back into her home,

Lucy tells me more details. Lucy says the blonde woman is very overbearing, a close talker, always texting her to go get coffee together and inviting herself into Lucy's home. She says that she has a young daughter who visits once a month, keeps her dog in a kennel in the back bedroom, which I've seen since the back bedroom window faces the front,

and she leaves the blinds up. The dog is in the middle of the room in the kennel, with nothing else in the room. Lucy says that she walks the dog twice a day for an hour each, bathes the dog every day, and keeps jazz music on for the dog all day. All things I have noticed myself. I've had conversations and say,

seen the Indian woman come out of that same front door several times, but I've only seen the blonde woman only once before. I was getting out of my car and Lucy, the blonde woman and the Indian woman, were all standing outside in a circle talking. I was not in the mood to get caught up in a conversation, and I put my phone to my ear to pretend that I was busy on the phone. Don't judge, Lucy can get very chatty. Back to the current day, as Lucy is telling me about the woman, I stop Lucy and ask, wait, I thought the older Indian woman with the limp lived there.

Lucy is utterly confused. Who? She asks. I describe the Indian woman and tell Lucy the Indian woman told me the same life story as the blonde woman. Lucy is perplexed. She's never seen the Indian woman and has absolutely no idea who I'm talking about. I probe a bit more and think I'm starting to look crazy

so I don't ask any further question. I changed the subject and shortly after, we end our conversation. I spend the next couple of hours going over it in my head. I know both the blonde woman and the Indian woman live in that same unit. Both said they live alone. Both have a dog they keep in a kennel all day with jazz music on and walk twice a day. Both have a daughter, they don't see much right now, and both are from Connecticut. Then my son comes home.

I ask him, hey, who lives in that apartment? And I then describe the Indian woman and the blonde woman. He says the Indian woman lives in that apartment and the blonde in the other apartment. I say, no way. There's the old lady that lives alone in the other apartment, and that is the forefront doors. Lucy, me, old woman, and blonde and or Indian woman. He has a moment of realization and becomes just as confused as I am. We cannot figure it out.

We have seen that one room with the window open that's just for the dog. We've seen both the Indian woman and the blonde woman come from the same door. My son has seen both of them driving a car with Connecticut license plates. We leave it as some weird, confusing thing, and we're going to try and see each woman and find out for sure. A month goes by and I noticed that they've moved. A young pregnant woman, her husband, and their two dogs have moved in. I hear the dogs barking all day every day while the adults are at work. I secretly think and half joke to my son that it must be because of the shapeshifting weird energy in that apartment.

During this time, a maintenance guy comes to my place and is on my deck. I noticed the dog barking and make a comment about it, and then I decided, Screw it, if I look crazy and I asked. Hey, maintenance guy. Who lived in that apartment before the barking dogs, people? What did the person look like? He says a single blonde woman from Connecticut, here working for six months for a big company nearby and living alone.

Maintenance guy comments how she kept the dog in a kennel in the middle of the bedroom at all times. I try to skirt over the reason that I'm asking, but it doesn't work. And I tell him about the weird shape-shifting woman my son and I have seen. I ask him where the Indian woman lives, and he has no clue who I'm talking about. Soon after, a second maintenance guy shows up to help with the repairs in my unit. I already looked crazy enough, so let's go with it, right? I ask the second maintenance guy who lived in that apartment.

I don't describe anyone, just ask, hey, second maintenance guy. who lived there before the barking dog people moved in. And this second maintenance guy describes the Indian woman with a limp. Describes how she kept the dog in the kennel, working here for a big company nearby from Connecticut and lives alone. Both maintenance men have been in the apartment, talked to the woman, and are sure of the story. They start arguing.

No, it was a young blonde woman that wears tight clothing. No, it was a 50-year-old Indian woman with a limp. They both described the same backstory for each. I don't look as crazy now. Plus, I managed to really freak out the maintenance staff. So, this is my story of my shape-shifting, close-talking neighbors. The Indian woman wanted to be my friend, and the blonde woman wanted to be Lucy's.

Both were absolutely really living, breathing humans, but only one existed depending on who they met or who I asked. Some of you were very interested in my other experience, and as I replied to you all, I will now post about my other encounter with the absurd. It was past midnight, and I was on my way back home just like any other day. Unfortunately, on this occasion, I was walking alone.

My route back home usually goes, through an alleyway located between an old convent school and a block of flats. I've never seen anything strange, nor have I heard of anyone seeing anything anomalous. But this time it was different. I was approaching the entrance of the alley when I suddenly noticed a shape. A tall man in dark clothing, possibly with a hood, walking towards me. I guessed that the person was black, but I'm not sure since it was 20 to 30. 30 meters away and I wear glasses, so I'm not the best at picking up precise details in the distance.

Despite that, even though subjective, I somehow felt the shape was staring directly at me, and that feeling was not pleasant at all. No one else could be seen, and I was the only one walking through the alley. I felt a bit startled. Although where I live is a tranquil place, getting mugged is always a real, thing. This person was already inside the alley and kept moving towards me for a few seconds. I would say that he reached between one-third and one-half of the total length of the alleyway, approximately 45 meters long. Then, I quickly looked down, and when I looked in front of me again,

there was no trace of the eerie person. Absolutely nothing, just the empty passage, and a teenage couple walking hand in hand in the background on the adjacent street. I didn't look away for more than 0.75 to one second. I didn't feel scared. I was just utterly confused. I hastened my pace to peek around corners, and when I reached the end of the alley, I saw no sign of that person. The next perpendicular street was 40 meters away from the exit of the passage.

I've made the measurement using Google Maps. So this person should have walked back the 15 to 23 meters covered inside the passage in one second. With a conservative estimate, 15 meters and one second, he would have had to have run at around 54 kilometers an hour. I checked for any doorway or entrance between the shape and me, and there's only one. It's a rundown decrepit wooden door from an abandoned, ancient house. I tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge. The lock was so old and unused that it was corroded by rust. It looked like it hadn't been opened in decades, and probably would take a

long time to open, accompanied by a loud creaking sound. It's hard to believe the shape took keys and opened the door quietly. I apologize for the length, but as an engineer I can't help but be technical and provide as much information and facts as possible. One night, I went to a longtime friend's house to discuss the layout for a website that he was going to build for me. Me and this guy have been intimate on and off for almost 20 years. This specific night, as we were discussing my sight and some of my goals and dreams, we began to talk about how good of a team we were and ended up revisiting some old passionate feelings.

We had a drink and started playing some music. As we start to get intimate, I started to imagine how great and successful life could be if we were together. As we entered the bedroom and I lay down, a sense of completion or kismet came over me. It was like I was supposed to be there in that moment at that very time. In my head, I started to think of a song. I looked into his eyes and the song came on. I tried to tell myself that it was a coincidence, but I freaked out. I jumped off of the bed, and then he jumped up.

He asked me if I was good, but I remember him smiling, as if I was joking. Then I looked in his eyes again, and they looked green, like green from the vintage analog-type graphics and older model computers. I remember snatching away from him and running to my phone to see. if I was even awake. I put my code in three times, and my phone would not unlock. I started to panic, and sat on his couch and tried to unlock my phone one last time, and it did unlock.

My friend then started to see that I was maybe scared. I started to tell him what I was experiencing. He replied, Maybe you have a superpower. I giggled it off. I left shortly after. I've been thinking about that night very often. Like, why did the song in my head start playing?

Why were his eyes green, and why did I feel like I was so in-tuned with the universe, and where it wanted me to be? It creeps me out all the time. I told my brother, and we came to a conclusion that it had to be a glitch in the matrix. Just Lucky? Or Quantum Immortality? I have faced death five times and survived. The first time was when I was a kid. I was at the lake floating on one of those inflated inner tubes and fell into the water.

I didn't know how to swim, so I just walked at the bottom of the lake to the beach and lived. I don't know how I didn't drown. How was I able to hold my breath for so long when suddenly falling into the water? What the hell? The second time when I could have died was when I was about to cross the road, but I stopped, for some weird reason, and a bus whizzed past me, centimeters from my face. That thing could have crushed me. The third time was when I had psychosis and thought demons were taking over me, so I decided to off myself when I still had control. I jumped in my car and drove it to a long straight part of the road.

Once there, I accelerated over 120 kilometers per hour, or 75 miles per hour, and drove right into a light pole without the seatbelt on. I flew around inside the car, but felt no pain. Then I climbed out of the passenger side window without a single scratch on me, although the car was wrecked. The fourth time was minutes after the third time. I was still in psychosis because I was unharmed by that extreme. incident, I thought that I was an immortal zombie and still wanted to die. So I jumped in front of a moving van at 80 kilometers per hour or 50 mile per hour zone. I ended up breaking my arm but had no serious injuries.

I gave up after this. The fifth time was when I used an antipsychotic medication called clausapine, when I was at the mental hospital. I had a rare but serious side effect from the drug called neutropenia. It's when part of your immune system shuts down, so any small infection can become deadly. This was during COVID as well, but they caught it on a blood test just before they were going to send me home. They gave me some sort of an injection in my belly and it reversed the conditions, so I'm fine right now. I don't know how I keep surviving all this, but I don't know how I keep surviving all this,

But here I am. Alive and mostly well right now. What do you guys think? The remote control for the TV in our bedroom went missing. Not that's surprising, as we have a toddler who loves remotes and likes to hide things in random places. I figured it would turn up soon in his toy box, or the dog's bed, or in the dishwasher, as has happened once.

Anyway, when it had been missing for a little bit of his toy box, missing for about a week, I was pretty fed up. So after our son had gone to bed, my boyfriend and I decided to have a proper search for it. We turned to that room and subsequently the rest of the house, upside down. We had definitely both taken the duvet cover completely off the bed and shaken it at least once each, plus removed all of the pillows to look down the side of the mattress, etc. After a while, we both kind of simultaneously got exasperated and just stopped for a moment, standing by the side of the bed, trying to think of where the hell the stupid thing might be.

I was convinced that it must be in the baby's room, the only place we hadn't searched. Then I looked down, and it was in the bed, as in plainly in view, half under the duvet as though tucked in for the night. The hairs in the back of my neck stood up and a chill went down my spine. I knew there was no way that it had been there the whole time. We both separately completely stripped the bed and had shaken out the duvet. Our son was asleep, so there's no way that he put it there. My mind immediately jumped to the fact that my boyfriend may be pranking me,

but when I looked at him and asked him, he looked just as shocked and white-faced as me. He swore that he did not put it there, and I believe him. He seemed just as freaked out as I was. Hi, Raven. I'm a long-time listener, and I enjoy the glitch, parallel universe, and time-slip stories very much. It's been a while since anything strange has happened.

But September of 2023, one unusual experience did a couple of. on my way home from work. I haven't posted this anywhere else, although I did tell my husband about it, but he doesn't really believe in those things. It had been a long day, and I was so glad to be on the way home.

The rain had stopped recently, and I was sitting at a red light. I intended to go straight when the light changed, but a white car in front of me decided to make a left turn instead and awkwardly maneuvered their vehicle into the turn. turn lane. They were a little short of space, so their car was left hanging out into my lane a good bit. I just stopped and waited until they could straighten up when the left turn signal let them go. Suddenly, I heard screeching tires behind me. I turned to see what was happening, but time slowed down.

I didn't get fully turned, but I did see a gray car with dark-tinted windows sliding up towards my passenger side. I saw black plastic and broken metallic glass flying through the air. I figured the gray car must have already hit someone else's car behind me. The car was sliding quickly toward the back fender and door on my passenger side. I braced for impact and waited. Nothing happened. I thought maybe the driver had somehow missed me. I looked forward expecting to see the gray car where it should have slid to a stop. It wasn't there. I saw a tan car in the far right lane come to a quick stop,

but they didn't hit anyone. There weren't any broken plastic or glass bits in the road either. That was odd. The white car was quickly trying to get all the way out of my lane to avoid being hit, so I knew that they heard it too. I turned around fully to look behind me. The gray car wasn't there either, and none of the cars behind me were damaged. None of the drivers had gotten out of their vehicles, as most do after an accident.

There was no debris. It was like nothing had happened. The drive home took so long. It really seemed abnormal. I stopped at a favorite restaurant to check my car. The restaurant was closed, but it felt nice to be in a familiar place. I got out and walked up. all around my car, expecting a broken taillight at least, but there was no damage at all.

I couldn't understand it. I kept on driving. The sky looked weird, clouds were strange colors. I discovered a road that I had never known existed. Then, finally, I made it home. I hope it wasn't quantum immortality. It was a weird thing, though. Nothing like that has ever happened.

to me before. So I've been listening to your stories for a while. I keep thinking, how can this keep happening to so many people? And I couldn't think of anything that's happened to me. Like anything that I hear in the stories. That is until just yesterday. Yesterday I experienced my own glitch in the Matrix.

At least that's what I'm calling it. I was home alone and in the kitchen preparing dinner for my husband that was due to walk in the door from work. within the hour. I was moving about to the kitchen, opening drawers and closing cabinet doors, getting the meal prepped to be cooked. And then I heard the familiar slam of the security door, and the closing of the inside door along with the movement of the garage door to the kitchen. We don't enter our house through the front door. We have a finished garage and that door is right at the end of the driveway, so we just enter the house via the finished garage room,

and walk through the door to the kitchen to get into the actual house. We use the garage room for crafts and laundry. So when we first walk in, we set down our keys and take off our sunglasses and then walk into the house. I'm pointing this out because, on this particular day, I had picked up my husband's new RX glasses, and I sat them on the table that we put our sunglasses and keys on so he'd see them when he first walked in. I then went into the kitchen and started getting dinner ready. That's when I heard the front door. I heard the security door slam.

I heard the inside door close, which made the garage door move. Then I heard the snap shut of the RX glasses case. It's a heart shell. I then heard muffled talking. I thought to myself my husband was trying on the glasses and commenting out loud to himself. Then I heard the garage door move again in the slam of the security. door. I stood there and wondered why he didn't come into the house. Where did he go? I then remembered that the lenses and his RX glasses got dark in the sun, so I looked outside thinking he was trying

them out. Only, he wasn't there. He was, however, across the street talking to someone that he knew. So I just thought he came inside, but then a friend had pulled up so he went back outside and across the street. Well, when I hear the security door and inside door and garage door move again, I look in the garage and he's standing there about to pick up the RX glasses case. It was then that I asked why he didn't come in the house the first time he came home. He looked at me puzzled and asked what I meant. So I explained hearing the doors and the glasses case and the muffled talking. He said the last time he was home was hours ago for his lunch until just now. The person he was talking to outside pulled up as

as he was walking home, so he stopped to chat before coming all the way home. Our front doors were locked. We don't leave them unlocked. The slamming of the security door would only be to deadbolt it. There is no handles, so it will just swing open with the wind, unless the deadbolt is engaged. So, I'm guessing that, for a few minutes or so, I was in another timeline. I don't really know what happened. I can say that I have no explanation for hearing someone walk through my front door,

no explanation for hearing the security door slam, and no explanation for hearing the glasses case and muffled talking. It just happened yesterday, but I'm totally consumed. It's all I can think about. The alternative is maybe I'm going crazy. I go to sleep listening to your videos every night. I cannot sleep without. your stories, so I'd first like to say how much I appreciate what you do. Thank you. Thank you as well.

In one of your videos, I heard a story that is very similar to one that I experienced a few years back. I don't know if this is a glitch or just something unexplainable, but here it is. It was Christmas Eve, and my sister, three years older than me, and I were anticipating Christmas morning. As we were getting ready for bed, we made a plan to stay awake for 30 minutes or so after my dad went to bed, because we wanted to sneak out into the living room. Not a stupid presence or anything like that, but if we weren't exactly tired when we went to bed, then we would plan these types of nights, to sneak into the living room and just talk about things until we were tired. Yeah, weird, I know, but we were bored. Anyway, I stayed up in my room for a

around 40 minutes, when I saw my sister clear as day standing in my bedroom doorway. I didn't know why, but something felt a little off, so I continued to lay in bed and look at her. She never said a word, but then waved for me to come with her, so I figured she was just trying to be quiet, and I got out of bed to follow her. She started walking down the hallway that leads into the living room when she stopped midway, walked into a corner of the room and then crouched down on the floor resting her face on her knees. I walked closer to her leaning down to ask her what she was doing

when she just disappeared right in front of my eyes. I was spooked to say the least and stood up quickly to look around, but when I didn't see her anywhere, I decided to go back into my bedroom. Her bedroom is right next to mine, so I peeked in there before going back into my bedroom. my room. When I looked in, she was in her bed, asleep. I tried calling out to her a couple of times,

thinking she might be faking, but she was definitely asleep. I was so scared at that point that I went to my room and just laid in bed, refusing to look at my door for the rest of the night. The next morning, when we got up, I told her what happened and asked her if she knew anything about it. She told me she had no idea what I was talking about, and kind of brushed it off. I never told my parents or anyone else about it, in fear that people would think I'm crazy. But it's something I think about quite often, and still cannot shake the eerie feeling I had, and the shock of when she disappeared right in front of me. Over the years, I've considered astral projection, glitch in the Matrix,

or maybe just some kind of paranormal experience. But either way, I know what I saw. And even now, when I think of that moment, I can still picture it vividly. I've brought it up to her a couple of times as we've gotten older, and she admits that it's creepy, but she still has no idea what I'm talking about. Publié, savour, admire, and profite. Vi-a-Ra-Rae, the voice that we love.

Hi, Raven. My story isn't long, and I never thought I would find myself writing one of these. I used to listen to your glitch in the Matrix stories every morning. Never would I have thought that I'd be experiencing my own glitch. So usually my alarm is set to go off at 6.30 a.m. every morning. Monday through Friday, so that I can get up for work. A few days ago, however, I must have slept through my alarm, which happens to me quite often, and I woke up and looked at my phone.

The time was as clear as day. It's 7.01 a.m. I hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom, kind of frustrated that I had overslept, and was going to be late. No more than five minutes had to have passed, because it took me some time to walk from my room to the bathroom, and then I started gathering things to get ready for my day. I clicked the blacked-out screen on my phone to check the time again, and it was 601 a.m. I froze a little, because how was this possible? I know what I had seen. It said 701.

Even if I was confused and somehow my phone did say 601, with the time that had passed from me walking into the bathroom and gathering my things, things, how on earth could it still be 601? It made no sense. My mind immediately went to glitch in the Matrix. I thought to myself, this has to be a glitch. This has been on my mind ever since that morning, and I'm in disbelief that I experienced this. It's almost hard to believe it myself, so I know if I tell other people they would think that I'm crazy. So I decided to share my story. here, because I know that you and your subscribers would understand. But I am still tripped out.

A couple of weeks ago, during the Eurovision Song Contest, I had a strange experience. Every year I watched the contest and place a few online bets to guess the winner, my country's placement, and so on, just to add some excitement. This year, however, I got a bit careless. Somehow I mixed up Switzerland and Austria in my head and ended up placing a bet on Austria to win, even though I meant to bet on Switzerland. After realizing my mistake, I checked and double-checked,

but there was no way to cancel the bet. It was only a few euros, but it was still frustrating. To make matters worse, I had no more money left in my gaming account to place the bet that I actually wanted, and I couldn't add more because I had set strict limitations for myself. Sensible, yes, but incredibly frustrating in this situation. I had to swallow my disappointment, especially since I was so sure that Switzerland would win.

I told my boyfriend about my mistake and he chuckled, which made me a little embarrassed because we both hated the Austrian song. Apologies to any Austrians out there, it's just a matter of personal taste. I shrugged it off and decided to enjoy the contest anyways. As it turned out, Switzerland won. I felt a bit of a sting for the lost winnings, but was still happy that my favorite got the prize. None of my other bets panned out, so I didn't win anything.

The next day, I received an automated message saying that I had won money for my bets the previous night. Impossible, I thought. Was there some bet that I had forgotten about? I went to check and couldn't believe my eyes. It showed that I had bet on Switzerland after all, and won a small sum of money. I just stared at the screen in disbelief and told my boyfriend about the weird glitch. I was 100% certain that I had placed my bet on Austria, but now there was no trace of Austria anywhere in my bets. It was an awesome yet inexplicable little twist.

I silently thanked the universe for this strange little glitch. Hello, Raven. I recently heard a story on your channel about premonitions, and it got me thinking about a few times I have personally had experiences with such happenings. Let me start out by giving you a little background. My mom, God rest her soul, had this ability, I guess you could call it, and I assume that's where I got it from. I have a particular story about a time she had her own premonition,

but that's a story for another day, if you're interested. This day, however, in order to keep the length of the story decent, I will be sharing something that just recently happened to me. So here goes. Sadly, yesterday I found out that a good friend of mine passed away on the 17th of May. I saw the post on social media, and of course, I excused myself to go to my room and have a cry. She and I met when me and my family moved in next to her in 2019.

She was almost 20 years older than me, but we hit it off immediately. I loved that woman. Anyway, we both ended up moving to different places, and eventually we drifted apart. I did go visit her a couple of times after we both moved, but life happens. Folks get conned up in their own stuff. So we hadn't spoken or seen each other for about 20 years at the time that she'd passed. It hit me harder because, for weeks leading up to her passing, I kept getting a strong urge to reconnect,

and I just felt like she didn't have much time. I never got a chance to, between work, kids, and life in general. After I found out that she'd passed and had calmed down, I started thinking about how much she'd been on my mind and how I just kept feeling like something was wrong. I remembered even going as far as to search the obituaries for her name in the weeks leading up to me finding out that she had passed. I saw the post on social media about her passing on May 30th.

She passed on May 17th. I checked my search history, and the date I searched for the obits for her name was May 18th. It's like I knew, before I knew, if that makes sense. I don't want to say her name for privacy's sake, but I just want to say that I will miss her. She was a wonderful woman and a great friend. I have tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat as I write this, but I wanted to send this story out as a way of helping myself grieve. I do feel at peace about her passing, because she did have some.

some serious health issues, and she carried a lot of heartache. But that's what made her so beautiful. She was still able to make everyone laugh, and she had the biggest heart. Love you, sweet friend, and fly high with the angels. My cousin was very sentimental about his high school class ring. He wore it every day since he'd gotten it at a special school ceremony. 20-plus years later, he went on a trip far from home with friends to a lake and campground. They had a great camping trip, and he swam and sund himself,

and they made a great big campfire later that night. The next day, they again swam in the lake, and he suddenly missed his class ring. He knew it was in the lake for certain. Still, they all helped by looking for it everywhere, but it was definite that it was in the water. This was in Kentucky, and we have many parks, lakes, rivers, and campgrounds dotted around the state. It was a couple hours dry from his home. Now, 20 years passed, a maintenance worker called him, saying that he was in a totally different area

and had cleared out some old lockers. On the top shelf of one way in the back and the top of a locker was that ring. He found out another maintenance worker had that locker years back and had to research to find him. He thought back. It had been years, but he had found that in a storm drain downtown. He had saved it, but he couldn't find the owner. After telling the story, the present maintenance man saw that it was a ring from Trinity High School and looked that number up, and the school asked if it had engraved initials on it. It did, DEW. So they cross-referenced that ring with the year of his graduation, and got his full name in an old 1970s address.

Strangely, my cousin now lived in that home that he had grown up in with his wife. His parents were both deceased, and so much water over the dam, as they say. He got that ring back, and it looked brand new. How can a lake one way two hours dry from your home, cough up a ring into an hours drive from his home in the opposite direction, downtown, in a storm drain that makes its way to a locker maybe 20 years later, and then back to his finger. Well, it seems to happen with jewelry all the time, oddly enough. This happened a couple of years ago when I first moved to Summit County, Colorado, for a job. I lived in Dillon and worked in Silverthorn, and for those who don't know, they're right

next to each other, pretty much separated by I-70. Part of my routine was going to the Silverthorn Rec Center, before work for an hour and a half of exercise to get my day going. And for a few months it was pretty great. Then, it got weird when I decided to go in on a day off. See, it was 10 a.m. by the time I got there, but the sun was directly to my right, meaning to the north. I was parked facing west towards Highway 9, which runs north and south, with Loveland pass to the south, and crumbling to the north. Check out Google Maps if you need to at this point.

It was around March, meaning winter in the mountains was still in full swing, and the sun most definitely should not have been in the north, but in the south, due to the seasonal tilt of the earth. I remember being incredibly confused by the state of affairs to the point that I ended up calling my dad to tell him about it. I double-checked the compass on my phone, and I verified with Google Maps that I didn't get turned around in the mountains, which is an incredibly easy thing to do if you've just moved up there. Sunrise and sunset can be a bit skewed due to the mountains blocking the sunlight. Eventually, I just shook my head and got on with it. my exercise. I had tried hallucinogens when I was in college, and the level of confusion that

day reminded me of my college trip, although I was stoned sober by this point. I don't like the idea of going crazy, and by the time I walked out of the rec center, a couple of hours later, the sun was in the south, in its right place. My only regret was not taking pictures, but Damn, it was weird. I, male, mid-20s, was diagnosed with some kind of seizure disorder that isn't epilepsy, as MRIs and EEGs show short, intense bursts of seizure activity. After my first seizure, I've started to have extremely vivid dreams of specific situations that have never happened before, and having them happen the next day.

Here are the two most recent examples from this last week. First, dreaming of winning $150 on a scratch-off, even though I've never played them. The next morning I went to the store, I remembered from my dream, which I have never been to. And, to my surprise, they had the same $150 winning ticket. It absolutely blew my mind. Last night was the strangest experience. I have ever had. I had dreamt that I was going to pick up a prescription.

Totally normal, right? Well, not so much. For some reason, in the dream, they gave me this weird white and blue bottle, instead of pills in a regular orange prescription bottle, as they have always come. When I woke up this morning, I had a notification from the pharmacy that my prescription was ready. When I picked it up and I was walking out,

I felt something totally different in the stapled shut prescription bag. It felt like a bottle inside of a bottle. No way that it could be the same one from the dream, right? When I got back to the car, I ripped open the bag to find the exact white and blue bottle from the dream, down to the manufacturer's name, inside of another orange bottle. This is all so new to me, and honestly, It's making me feel quite different. It started off as conversations that I just chalked up to deja vu,

but now it's getting really weird. What do you all think about this? My maternal grandmother worked in a hospital. She was on break, and after using a small restroom for employees, with only two stalls into double sink in those old clothed rotary towel dispensers, she took off her gold wedding band. She placed it safely nearby and washed her hands, then looked to see that the ring was gone. She knew that it had not gone down the drain, certainly not dropped onto the tile floor as she would have heard it or seen it bounce.

No one else had come into that small area. She literally got down on her hands and knees looking everywhere, and it was not there. She finally had to leave. She told her nice co-workers, but it was never found. She says that it was impossible that it had gone missing. She lived and died, never hearing the term glitch, but she did have a few. 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. 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.

Thank you.