As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 76 - 26 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: July 31, 2024

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If you have a story you would like to hear featured on this podcast, please go to ashtherravendreams.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. Hello, Raven. I want to start off by saying that I've found solace in listening to you narrate these inexplicable experiences of ours. Thank you for creating a safe space for us to share them. Your channel has become what I'll call my favorite bedtime story when I'm struggling to wind down at night.

Well, thank you. I recently had a strange experience that led me here, my first glitch. I'm used to having experiences that are more on the paranormal side, the darker side of the paranormal, so this experience was completely new for me, and almost like a breath of fresh air considering my usual very dark paranormal experiences.

I'm a truck driver, and I was driving down the interstate through a place called Thackerville, Oklahoma. Little to no scenery, so I was just enjoying my music playing through my headset. I looked to the left lane and noticed these two very nice cars passing me. I'm pretty sure they were BMWs, BMW I8s, to be exact. one of my all-time favorite cars. There was a white one and a yellow one. They were identical, just two different colors. It was obvious that they were traveling together,

and I would assume maybe to like some car event or something. I was in the right lane, since 18-wheeler should always travel in the right lane. I'm watching this white BMW and yellow BMW pass me in the left lane. There was a Walmart semi-truck in front of them, driving very slowly. The Walmart semi eventually gets over in front of me in the right lane to let the BMWs pass. I was completely captivated by these two cars because of how nice they were, and watched them pass until they were almost completely out of my view. I see both cars continue up the interstate, and eventually I can no longer see them.

At this point, I go back to listening to music, and I'm skipping through various songs because they don't match my mood. I skipped through songs for maybe 25 seconds max until I found the one I wanted to listen to. I know at some point I did a quick glance over at my phone on the dash to actually look at the name of a song, but I quickly shifted my eyes back to the road. Here is where my reality completely shifted somehow. I look over to the left lane again and see the same two BMWs passing me. The white one and the yellow one. I see the same Walmart semi-truck in front of them. The Walmart semi gets over in front of me in the right lane and lets the two BMWs pass again.

I instantly get chills because I knew something strange had happened. I almost felt like I was stuck in some sort of loop and thought that I would see the event happen even a third time. My thoughts were racing and nothing made sense in the moment. I turn off my music to think clearly and replay the entire event in my mind to make sure there was nothing I missed. But I vividly remember there being no exits or anything on this stretch where the event occurred.

No exits, no turnaround spots, nothing. Just a desolate long stretch on the interstate. with very little traffic. What bothered me the most is me not realizing how the Walmart semi somehow glitched back in to the left lane again without me noticing. As if I wished I would have caught

the glitch in action somehow. I also want to make it clear that I was not sleep deprived, nor was I hallucinating. It didn't take long for me to realize that I had experienced something completely unexplainable, something that I would struggle to pull,

into words because I was trying to process what even happened. I drove in silence for maybe the next hour or so, because I was still trying to process what happened, and how it happened, and also hoping that my brain was okay. I didn't know how to explain this occurrence to anyone without sounding like I was completely losing my mind. I knew it would be hard to explain seeing an entire event play out maybe 25 seconds,

seconds before it actually did. Before this experience, I had never heard of time slips or timeline jumping, so it led me down a rabbit hole and on a quest for answers. I've had another similar glitch since. Both happened within a period of two weeks. The two glitches I have experienced have completely changed my view on reality, and our existence as a whole. I feel that I finally got my own personal.

personal confirmation that we are existing in another dimension simultaneously, which I've always believed. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and I hope it helps anyone out there trying to understand and navigate this side of reality. Sending love and light. This happened years ago now, but I figured I would post it. It's a bit long-winded for something seemingly mundane, but it creeped me out. I was coming home from work one day, about six years ago. Nothing remotely out of the ordinary. The place I was living in at the time had a very narrow hallway that leads on the also

narrow back door. The door most of us used daily. There's a staging area for wiping your feet and taking off your shoes, as I'm pretty sure is normal with entrances and exits. On this particular day, I drove home. and as usual used the back door to get into the house. When I did this, I hit something as I opened it, and was met with an audible, oh, and a familiar voice.

My live-in landlord. This did not seem at all unusual. I just figured my landlord had gotten home a minute or even a few seconds before me, and was just taking off his shoes or coat or whatever in the small staging area in the narrow hallway. I closed the door. waited 30 seconds or so for him to presumably finish what he was doing and then open the door again. The thing is, upon doing so, there was no sight of my landlord. He wasn't in the communal kitchen or living room, nor the main floor bathroom.

He would have to walk across the entirety of the house and up the stairs to get to anywhere private. And I certainly didn't hear any scurrying or fast movement. Kind of weirded out, I went upstairs to where my landlord and other roommate's rooms are, to see if I was going crazy. The only roommate that was home was the one that was known to not leave their room very often, which I could hear talking loudly to people over a voice chat, something he often did. I have a hard time believing that he would have had time to even make it from the back door to his room and jump into a voice chat. And besides, it was definitely not his voice that I heard

when I had opened the door previously. My landlord always kept his door closed and locked, so while I couldn't directly investigate if he was in his room, there were no noises coming from it. He really wasn't there. After this cursory investigation, I went back to my room to decompress a bit after work, attributing this to me going a bit crazy or something.

But to confirm my previous investigation, my landlord walked in the back door approximately half an hour later with his briefcase, coat, nice shoes, he was just getting home from work. I was immensely weirded out and didn't even run it by him at this point what I had experienced. I am sure I had opened the door and bumped into someone. I'm sure that that's...

someone was my landlord. I'd heard their voice a thousand times, but that just wasn't possible. There was no one that could have been in the doorway, and it certainly couldn't have been my landlord. So the story goes like this. I was traveling to New Zealand and Australia in between my junior and senior year of college. By this point, I was already an accomplished solo traveler. I'd been to England alone twice while in high school to visit friends, and had spent a summer in Switzerland while in high school, plus many other trips. I'm prefaceing with this just to show that I was an experienced traveler. I had to fly from Vermont to Chicago, then to Los Angeles, and wait for my connection to Auckland. While I was an experienced traveler, I hate the act of flying,

and specifically chose to fly on Cantus as they had never had a fatal plane crash and figured that's who I wanted to fly on while crossing the Pacific. Well, I was excited and nervous at the same time and tired. As my first flight took off at 6 a.m. Eastern, and my flight to New Zealand took off around 10 p.m. Pacific. After I boarded the plane at Boeing 747, I was seated next to this nice, Kiwi couple in their mid-30s who had spent two weeks in California. We got to talking and soon discovered that the woman was a nurse practitioner and her husband was a nurse.

I was currently about to enter my final year of nursing school, so we had a lot in common and had a great flight. Around halfway through, so hour six of flying, I decided to get some sleep. The next thing I remember is waking up to intense shaking. and people screaming. I look over at the couple, and they were crying. It was the worst turbulence I have ever experienced. Things were flying about the cabin.

Oxygen masks were deploying. The woman grabbed my hand and held it, knowing this was going to be our last moments. All of a sudden, I closed my eyes thinking that this was it, and everything was then back to normal. Mother was a little bit of turbulence, it was nothing abnormal or scary. However, the woman was holding my hand, and she too was sleeping. So I quietly slipped my hand away.

I don't know if this was just a very vivid dream or what happened, but the plane landed in Auckland, and the couple and I had a nice breakfast together while they waited for their connection, and I waited for my friend to arrive and pick me up. Again, I do not know what happened. Was it just a very vivid dream? Did I die in a plane crash, in another reality? While waiting for my friend, I called my family to let them know that I had landed, and when I called my grandmother, she was relieved.

She and I were extremely close, and she said to me, I had a horrible dream that something bad, and she stopped talking and then just said, I'm just so glad that you made it. Have fun and take lots of pictures. Years later, I asked her about my trip to New Zealand and Australia, and if she remembered that dream that she had. She said that she did. She said that she had dreamt that she woken up and turned on the news

to see that a cantus plane from Los Angeles to Auckland had crashed in the Pacific Ocean. But then, just like any dream or nightmare, she woke up still in bed. One thing I can say is that after that incident, I have felt this odd feeling like I'm not supposed to be here, and it's the most disconcerting feeling to have. I've had a lot of bad things happen to me over the last almost 15 years, too many to count.

And all the time, I keep wondering if it's because I am not supposed to be here. This may not be the most shocking story ever, but things keep going missing for a while and inexplicably showing up where we know we looked for them before. I had a stick of deodorant that I always kept on my desk in my bedroom. I had extras in the bathroom because I always order them online four at a time, but when it went missing out of nowhere, I looked all around the desk on the floor and in the drawers of my desk several times, thinking maybe I put it there by a mistake. I even asked my girlfriend, who was amazing at knowing where things are and finding things,

if she knew where it was. And she looked all over for it, too, including the desk drawers and could not find it. And she gave up. About a week later, I go in my top desk drawer looking for something else entirely, and there it is, sitting at the right forefront of the damn drawer. Like you couldn't have possibly missed it before, if you're not. and had been in there when I was looking for it. For this next part,

I'm now handing the phone over to my girlfriend to tell a story of a similar occurrence that happened to her. I got into an accident back in December, not my fault, and I couldn't get the work done until the end of January. So January comes, I take my car key off the keychain and drop off my vehicle. I get it back like two weeks later

and forgot to put the key back on the keychain. Fast forward another week or so, I come home from picking up the kids and put the key on the kitchen table. I get up the next morning, and it's gone. I asked my boyfriend and the kids if they moved it, and no one had. I thought maybe the youngest took them, because he loves playing with keys, but I still couldn't find it. So I resorted to using my spare. For a month and a half, there was no sign of the key. Then, one day I'm standing outside, and my car goes, beep, beep.

Like I'd hit the fob, but that key has been missing. Then, the mailman walks up and asks, Whose van is that? I tell him it's mine, and he hands me my key and tells me it was on the next street over. The only time I'm on that street is when I'm driving, so I don't know how it could have ended up there. Okay. It's O.P. again. I'm back.

These are only a couple of examples of many, as these are the most recent and most mysterious. And most of the occurrences happened to her. Not me. But I'm convinced at this point that the simulation is breaking down. I just don't know, guys. This is a story that happened a few months ago. And it's the only experience I've had that's really baffled me. Also, apologies if my writing is. great, I'm not the best at explaining things.

On with the story. So, I had just woken up to a pre-sunrise twilight. Much earlier than I usually do, but I figured it wasn't worth it trying to go back to sleep. I instead just sort of lied there, watching the sky gradually get brighter. A few minutes go by, and I hear the front door opening and closing, and my dad's car promptly speeding off, as he heads to work. At this point, I assume I'm the only one in the house. That is, until I hear my sister's bedroom door open, and I can see a light come on from under the crack of my door.

I was surprised to see this as she was barely ever in the house anymore, due to her largely moving in with her boyfriend. But whatever, I thought. It wasn't so out of the ordinary. Eventually, the light fades, and I hear the door close again. I didn't hear anything else after that. It was just silence. And the light sounds of my fan on the lowest setting.

About ten minutes go by, and I was starting to get thirsty, so I exit my room and start walking towards the kitchen. But while walking through the hallway, I noticed something. The door to my sister's room was open, and there was no one inside. No one was in any of the rooms, and my house is tiny. There's not many places someone could be. I tried to rationalize it as, oh, maybe she just left really quietly, but it didn't make sense, because my front door is anything but quiet. You have to give it a good hug to open it, and it makes a very distinct, loud noise,

and the glass screen door behind it is even louder. Plus, the change in air pressure whenever it opens always shakes my door a bit. but I never heard that happen. I've never heard anybody exit the house that quietly in the whole time I've lived there. Anyway, I'm not sure what to make of this experience, but it's definitely very strange to me. Hi, my name is Patrick.

I want to start this by saying the moment I found out about our world slash reality possibly being a simulated matrix and also heard about quantum immortality theorized by astrophysicists in quantum mechanics, it immediately made sense to me, to where I thought that I had all the strange occurrences in my life figured out. I'm going to throw out there early on that I do suffer from PTSD, PPD, depression, and anxiety. I have night terrors and sleep paralysis about three to four nights a week.

I've spent six years, nine months in prison with some pretty high-stress environments, which definitely did not help my mental health. But all of this started way before that experience. Let's go back to 2011, which is when I had my first glitch. I was 21, me and a good friend of mine were partying, left one spot to head to another house party. We were doing about 40 miles per hour, When we lost control, hit a big oak tree head on, and I saw a bright flash and then woke up to paramedics pulling me out of the passenger side, as they were using the jaws of life to cut his driver door open.

I seemed to be fine other than some bumps and bruises. He ended up in a mild coma, slept about 12 hours straight, and then was released the next day. I didn't think much of it, but that we were very lucky. The next day, I couldn't help but think about life and death all day, and how precious it really is. Also, that it can all change in a moment. Fast forward to 2016, I was dealing with a lot. Addiction, on top of my mental health stuff, and I had done something I know that I shouldn't have.

I woke up in the psychiatric unit of the same. the hospital with my family standing around me, telling me how lucky I was to be alive. From that moment on, things seemed different. My personality, my handwriting, even my memories were starting to feel like the Mandela effect, as people were telling me things were not as I knew them to be. Even people I knew my whole life seemed to be slightly different. Fast forward to 2022, well, I wasn't. prison, I made a very stupid choice while going through some things and ended up once again

waking up in the psychiatric unit of the infirmary. Fast forward to recently, I was home but was once again having a hard time. The last thing I remember was saying some things I shouldn't to my girlfriend of 18 years. She even sent our three kids to her mothers because of the way I was acting, which I'm not proud of. I love all four of. I love all four of. them very much. Long story short, I woke up on the couch at 4 a.m. very confused. I had just had the weirdest dream that looked like a movie in my mind's eye and practically relived the moment that I had that car crash as I was dreaming, which was originally my first brush with death. So I headed upstairs to our bedroom, woke my girlfriend up to apologize about the night

before. She told me she didn't understand what I was talking about, that none of that had happened, and that maybe I had dreamed it all and that I was asleep when she came home from work. So she just let me be since I was obviously tired, which I know is not the case, because I even remember everything I did that day before right after I got off work. Have I died multiple times in my life from accidents? and letting my life's problems and issues get to me, enough to where I made horrible choices and got myself stuck in some kind of limbo or glitch in this thing we call life? Quantum immortality, also known as quantum suicide,

proposes that when we die, our conscience transfers to another reality. Only we do not perceive that death. We would just wake up from a dream to go about our day as if nothing happened. only there would be slight differences there. Sadly, our families would know us as dead, and even go to work, funerals, etc. No one really knows what happens when we die. Even Musk thinks that we're living in a simulated matrix to where our mind just projects everything as we perceive it. I'm not sure what's going on for real, but if that is the case,

I'm glad that I'm at least able to experience this physical reality, with my family continually. It just breaks my heart to think that I left them with the pain in the past lives. Also, before I'm missed, I want to let it be known that I also experience a lot of out-of-body experiences, what people call astral projection, to where I float from my body, and sometimes it's fun, sometimes I feel like I'm being yanked or dragged in my body. I don't know why. I'm going to end this here, but thank you for listening to my glitch in The Matrix Story.

Hey, Raven, I'm a huge fan of the podcast and have been binging. I love your storytelling and your voice is so calming, and thanks for reading. Thank you for listening. Back in my early 20s, I served at a popular brew pub in my area, a burger and craft beer kind of situation. I started my shift like any other day, joking around, with the staff, going over daily specials and getting a few tables. I greeted one of my tables with a couple of waters,

giving them the spiel about the menu and specials, recommending appetizers, you know, that sort of thing. After some time, I took down their order and placed it in the POS. I dropped off their drink orders, and as I was walking away, I realized that I forgot to put in their appetizer. Oh, crap, I said to myself. I guess I panicked a little just because some customers make a really big deal about the spacing between appetizers and entrees. Also, I had just come back from vacation, and I really needed to make good money that day.

In panic mode, I raced over to the point of sale to place their appetizer order. I put in a note to expedite the order just to make sure that it came out before their entrees. I even took the extra step to sweet-talk the cooks. Those guys can be jerks sometimes. I don't blame them, since some servers have the tendency to be extremely rude and demanding toward them. So I always made sure to butter them up a little to make sure things worked out in my favor. Hey, Jose, I'm so sorry, I screwed up, and totally forgot to put in Table 33's appetizer order. Can you pretty please make this on the fly?

and props to Jose because the appetizer was out in three to five minutes tops. I ran the hot plate over to the customers. Here's your coconut shrimp. Let me know how you like it, okay? They both looked at me with a confused expression on their face. The guy said, thanks, as if it ended into question mark. I thought that maybe I got the order wrong or mixed up another table's order. Oh, did you not want the coconut shrimp? I'm so sorry.

The man responded, Oh, no, we do want the coconut shrimp. Again, it was as if it were a question and with a confused expression on his face. I remember thinking to myself, okay, this table is a little weird, but whatever, I have things to do. As I continued to give them service, they just seemed really creeped out by me. This continued as I dropped off their entrees and more drinks. I would walk by them to serve other tables, and they would be looking at me and mummering something with each other. I decided to shake it off. It's not the weirdest thing that's happened to me while serving.

When I dropped off their check to be signed, they stopped me. Hey, can we ask you a question? I thought to myself, oh, crap, and they're probably going to ask me some ridiculously invasive questions. as some customers feel entitled to do. Oh, sure. The question they asked validated all of the weirdness. How did you know that we wanted the coconut shrimp? After we ordered, I was kicking myself in the ass when I realized I forgot to order the appetizer.

I was planning on ordering it when you came back around, but that's when you dropped it off. We never ordered the coconut shrimp, but somehow you knew. how did you do that? I was baffled. I have a videographic memory, so as I stood there in front of them, I tried to remember the moment that they ordered. I literally could not recall them saying

that they would like the coconut shrimp, but I just somehow knew? Like, it just popped into my head. I even went back on the notes that I took for their order, and there was not an order for coconut shrimp written down. Now I was just as weirded out as they were. Now that I think about it, I actually don't even remember you ordering the coconut shrimp. And it isn't written down in my notebook.

But I guess I just had a feeling? I honestly didn't think twice about it. They thanked me and left me a really, really good tip. I guess they thought I was trying to put on some type of psychic server magic show. This was the first of many instances of me. reading the minds of my customers. I have no idea where this superpower came from. Were these customers playing a prank on me to make me think that I was psychic?

But that wouldn't account for the times of it happening after. Did this couple order the coconut shrimp in a different reality, and another me transferred this order into my brain? Setting off a sequence of an ability to communicate with my other self-telepathically? What do you guys think? Hey, Birdman, it's your favorite fearsome hero. I've finally gotten around to writing out this story and actually sending it to you, just like I said, I would a year ago. As always, love your narrations, tell the Wi-Fi, and thanks for reading.

Thank you, fearsome. I have noticed there are many driving-related glitches. These stories always remind me of the story that I've been meaning to send your way, but, because I'm usually on the road when listening to your narrations, I can't. stopped to write. And, of course, by the time I'm able to, I've forgotten. This was before I was familiar with the phenomenon of Glitches in the Matrix. In 2013 to 2014, I worked at a small private group home from 3 p.m. to 10 p.m. It was a great job, and the environment was laid back. I even brought my dogs to work, usually switching between my ex's boxer mix, and my very pudgy rat terrier.

One dark winter night, I experienced a strange glitch on my way home that I still think about. The roads weren't great, but that's common in Minnesota, and most people in my area, including myself, are cautious drivers. A short part of my way home involves driving on a slightly curved road, that cuts across a narrow part of a lake. There are no guardrails and hardly any shoulders. This section is particularly treacherous in the winter, because the flat lake allows the wind to blow snow onto the road. Despite this, it was the best and shortest way for me to get home.

As I was driving along this road, I saw headlights coming in the opposite direction. At first I thought nothing of it, until I realized the car was not following the curve of the road. Instead, it was drifting directly toward me. I quickly understood that I couldn't dodge them without risking losing control of my vehicle. Bracing for impact, I closed my eyes right as the headlights were mere inches away. But instead of feeling a crash, there was nothing.

No sensation. Not even a sound, just nothing. It was like life paused for a split second. When I opened my eyes, I found myself stopped in the middle of the road. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the car continuing down the road as if nothing had happened. It was dark, so I never saw the driver. Before anyone thinks differently, I know this car was going to hit me head on. There was no doubt about it.

But after taking a moment to process what had just happened, and I looked over at the passenger seat to see my rat terrier fast asleep. There was nothing left for me to do apart from continuing to drive home, thankful but utterly confused. I drove on this road many times after this event, and every time I couldn't help but wonder what happened that night. How did this car move through mine? How was there no impact?

What would I have seen if I had kept my eyes open, and would that have changed anything? I want to start by saying, I consider myself a very observant person. I'm horrible with names, but I will remember a face. This is what makes me confident enough to share this story. My wife and I went to Louisiana for her best friend's wedding. It was a long trip from where we lived in the Upper Midwest, but it was worth it.

her friend's family made us feel so welcomed like we were honestly a part of their family we did the normal wedding stuff rehearsals and other things but we also just hung out in general after the rehearsal the wedding party and both the bride and grooms family went out to eat at this Mexican restaurant and this was a massive party though so my social battery was dying really quickly

I told my wife that I needed to go to the bathroom, which I genuinely did, but it was also an excuse to get a quick recharge. I feel that. Now this is where it gets unsettling. I did my business and started washing my hands. That's when this man walked in. I'll never forget how he looked. He was a heavy-set Caucasian dude.

He had a close-cropped beard and wore an extremely loud and almost ridiculous cowboy outfit. He came in smiling at me and washing his hands. We exchanged greetings like usual, and then he complimented my shirt. It was a Spider-Man No Way Home shirt. I thanked him, and he said he loved superheroes too, and that he had a full collection of Christopher Reeves' Superman films at his house. I thought it was a normal thing to boast, but then it hit me that, out of all the superhero movies he could choose, he picked my favorite Superman. I brushed it off as coincidence and said goodbye. We both walked out, him behind me.

As I was walking back to my seat, I suddenly heard the same dude, clear as day, say my name out loud. I spun around since he was right behind me and he was gone. I looked around and he was nowhere to be seen. It genuinely freaked me out because I never even mentioned my name to him, and it was almost impossible for him to leave the restaurant that quickly. I told my wife, and she chalked it up to a coincidence. The rest of the wedding planning went well, but then the reception came around. I was having an absolute blast, not drinking a thing, mind you, I was underage at the time,

when I spotted this dude, bald, everywhere, but... beside his eyebrows, just staring at me. I stared back at him and considering my last experience. I started making my way towards him. I made it to where he was, and he was gone. I looked everywhere around the party, accounted for every face, and nobody matched. I had chills for a while before trying to shake it off and enjoy the party. Fast forward three months later, and my wife and I moved down south to the

Carolinas. We were looking for a place since we were staying with my parents, so we checked out a town that some friends were living at. This town is about three hours from my parents. While out to eat with them, I went to the bathroom again. As soon as I was done in the stall, I turned the corner of the stall to the sink and almost ran into someone. I looked up, and it was the same man from Louisiana. Anna. He wasn't wearing the cowboy outfit, nor did he speak. He just smiled at me, and it wasn't a genuine smile. He smiled only in his mouth. The rest of his face wasn't smiling. I stood shocked, and I looked at this other dude in there, and that's when I realized the other stall was open. He didn't need to wait for my stall. The guy just walked into the stall still smiling at me.

I went back to my seat and told my wife, in which she got chills. Our seat was in front of the restrooms, so I watched intently to see if he would come out so I could show her, but he never did. I rushed back into the bathroom to see if he was still in there and the stall was empty. I'm still freaked out by this. It seems almost impossible for someone to follow us that much, literally across states. I'll update this further if anything develops. I don't know who is following me or if they have good intentions or not. Update, I just had an experience in a bathroom.

I went into a stall in a restaurant, and while I'm going, I hear someone come in. I leave the stall and see them standing in the handicapped stall behind the partition wall. The door to the stall was open, and they were facing the partition wall not going. They stayed that way until I left the bathroom, just standing there not moving. I never saw their face, just their shoes, brown leather work boots. Nobody else was in the bathroom. This story isn't as crazy as many of the stories here, but it freaked me out at the time and is my only real glitch in the Matrix experience.

For context, this happened in 2010 or 2011 when I was, 18 and my sister was 13 or 14. Our city's baseball team had won the World Series that year and my family, my mom, dad's sister, and myself, went downtown for the celebratory parade. We arrived downtown about 15 minutes before the parade began and found a decent spot to stand, right up front. Me, being an avid people watcher, began scanning the sea of people standing on the other side of the street. That's when I I noticed a girl my sister's age standing almost directly across from my sister, and I became fixated on her. She was turned talking to her family. But when she turned back to face the street, I couldn't believe my eyes. She looked identical to my little sister, who was standing right

beside me. And I don't mean just your typical doppelganger. My sister is a skinny white blonde girl, so we've seen other girls who look like her over the years, but this was different. They were like mirror images of each other. She even had on the same glasses and t-shirt and same colored jeans on. The only difference was this girl's hair was pushed back, and my sister always had her hair hanging in her face at that age.

I was a bit speechless for a minute, and then got the attention of my parents and said, hey, that girl over there looks like Brenna. They looked and I could see that they were also a bit taken aback by just how much they looked alike, and they agreed with me and pointed her out to my sister. As soon as my sister noticed her, the other girl noticed her at the same time, and they just stared at each other for a minute. At this point, we were all silent and just looking at this girl that looked like my sister.

The other girl's parents noticed us staring and then noticed my sister and even though they didn't acknowledge us, I could tell they were thinking the same things we were. I could tell they noticed the resemblance and were weirded out. I had my digital camera with me and I discreetly zoomed in on her and even took a picture because I knew people would not believe us when we told them. The zoomed-in picture was even freakier.

It looked like I had just taken a photo of my actual sister. The parade started not long after, so we turned our attention to that for a moment, and when I looked back across the street a few moments later, the girl and her family were gone. We never saw them again. The other weird part of the story, which is the reason why I'm sharing it, is that I made a Facebook photo album that evening with all the pictures I took from the parade. including the picture of my sister's doppelganger, with a caption that said something like,

you may think this is Brenna, but it's not. Isn't that freaky? I recall receiving many comments from people who were stunned at the resemblance. A few years later, I was telling a friend about it and went to the Facebook album to show them, and the photo was gone. All the other photos from that day were still there except for that one. I guess Facebook could have removed it for some reason, but it didn't make sense why just that photo would have been removed.

Anyway, I know it's not that crazy of a story compared to many others shared here, but I still vividly remember how weirded out, and uneasy my sister and I were after that experience. And thanks for reading. A year or so ago, I visited an antique store in my neighborhood that I've flown. frequented relatively often. I use the word antique loosely as this particular store was ran by a family that owned the building they were in and had a habit of purchasing people's estates sight unseen. So you can imagine how packed this place was.

The store is near impossible to navigate as they have piles and piles of disorganized merchandise that is similarly set up to the Antique Shop episode of Nathan for You. The store was also known to service a large portion of my city's local theaters for things like costumes and props. I can't stress enough that this place was filled to the brim with product that had been sitting for well over 20 years. I'm with my husband looking through a bin of old maps on one side of their basement. I do a quick look around the general area that I'm standing near, as this basement has incredibly low ceilings, that my husband is too tall, to maneuver comfortably, and a maze of shelves of miscellaneous metalware, then accented by a back wall

lined with Easter bunny costumes that were truly terrifying to me, ultimately discouraging me from looking any further into this basement. We leave the basement, and I'm looking around at random things on the upper level, and I go to pull my phone out to take a picture of something, but my phone isn't in my pocket. I began to retrace my steps, as I realize this is probably the worst place to lose my phone. I returned to the basement with the creepy costumes and retrace my steps there. The area that I was in was maybe 20 square feet, but this basement expands throughout what is essentially a quarter of a city block under this building. I ask my husband to call me, but my phone's on vibrate, and whatever little sound is being silenced by the

insane amount of costumes and fabric down here. I expand my search in the basement with my husband continuing to call me, stepping over old milk jugs, rotary telephones, think of any obsolete technology and it was in this basement, and High was stepping over it. I eventually find my phone sitting on a high shelf toward the back of the room, an area that I hadn't initially visited, and was difficult to get to on a shelf,

where the items on top weren't exactly visible to me. I don't know how it got there, but it certainly wasn't myself or my husband that put it there, as we were together the entire time. I left with the Willys, and I haven't been back since. Hey, Raven, here's a glitch that will leave everyone speechless. All of this starts with my dog Scruffy. He was a very cute pug cross-shidzu that loved his human family, especially the human boys.

But Scruffy was also a dog's dog. He loved his human family but had no interest in human strangers but loved their dogs. He was a friend to all fellow pups. But he was the only dog in the family and we could see that he was lonely. Here enters Mo, the rescued Boxer Cross Mastiff. Scruffy was thrilled He got all excited when we brought him home Instant besties

The dog version of SpongeBob and Patrick They instantly became partners in crime They shared everything Their treats, their dinners And their bones The two of them would bury their bones In very specific places together They would take it in turn to dig the hole

And then they would drop their bones in the hole and then the other would cover them up. These bones would remain buried for a total of 24 hours, their chosen fermentation time. The bones were dug up by one of them. They would take one each and then lay on the grass and feast. I loved watching them from the kitchen window. It was my live-action SpongeBob episode.

So, the day of the glitch. I was in the kitchen making myself a very large coffee. I look up, and they're digging up their bone from one of their holes. I watched them, chuckling to myself, Moa's digging, and digging, and digging. He stops, and the two of them look down into the hole, and then at each other, and then down the hole. I realized the hole is empty, but I had watched them bury their bones in that spot 24 hours before, and it had gone untouched. I went outside and joined them at the hole. They looked at me in complete confusion.

I knelt down and took a closer look. Empty. I put a hand on each doggy's head and said, I don't know what to tell you, fellas. The bones are gone. How about a pig's ear each? The dog smiled at me and followed me inside for their treats. Now, those bones never appeared,

but I like to think that in another timeline, Scruffy and Mo scored some surprise bones. Just a heads up, the story does mention self-harm, more so self-attempted self-removal, if that makes sense. So if that is not something that you would like to listen to or hear, I recommend skipping the story. I have spent the last few years looking into quantum immortality, both stories and theories. I've done this because of my own experience. In 2018, for reasons I won't go into, I made the decision to end my own life. I'd been prescribed Syrackel, 300 milligrams, once per day.

I took my first dosage when I got the prescription, and as anyone who has ever taken it can tell you, it knocked me out. I decided I didn't particularly like how strong it was, and planned on talking to my doctor to reduce the dosage. but had forgotten to do so yet. So, when I made my decision, a bottle of 29 pills were handy, and assuredly would do the trick. Anyone doing the math, that's 8,700 milligrams. I downed the bottle,

took a moment to ponder on the fact that I had no hesitation or regrets, telling me that I was confident in my decision. So, I then laid down and closed my eyes to sleep, never to wake again, or so I thought. This was around 1 p.m. At 8 p.m. I woke. My eyes scanned the room. I was confused, clearly remembering the reason that I was lying in bed.

I slowly got up, noting that I was not dizzy, groggy, or feeling anything other than refreshed. I looked at the table next to my bed, no bottle. I went out of my room and the family members I lived with, as well as my sister and her husband, were there, and acknowledged me as usual. I was entirely lost as to what could have happened. I went back to my room to look for the medication, thinking perhaps I had dreamt taking the pills, but I could not find any trace of them. I went on to my pharmacy's app to look at my prescriptions. No trace of me ever having that prescription.

Even if I could have dreamt of taking the pills, I know with absolute positivity that it was prescribed, filled, and even taken once a couple weeks ago. This bothered me for some time, but I let it reside in the back of my mind. About two months later, my family and I were visiting, and the conversation came to some of the vehicles that have been handed down through the family. A little back story. When I was a teenager, my dad found and purchased a truck that he had wanted for almost 20 years. It was a 1970 Chevy truck. All original, manual transmission, gold with white trim, and he had also managed to find some vintage half-moon hub caps that fit the truck. He had this truck all through my high school years, but then my brother had totaled it.

Back to the current conversation, I asked, Whatever happened to the orange 71 Chevy you had for a few months? Everyone looked at me for a second before my dad said, Did you mean the gold 70 Chevy? I replied, no. I know the 70 was gold and Robin wrecked it. But right after that, you couldn't find another. The closest you could find was an orange 71.

They all looked at me like I had just said that he drove. a nuclear submarine to work. I've never had an orange 71 Chevy. I argued, yes you did. I clearly remember that you were not happy with it because it was a 71. It had an automatic transmission, and the half-moon hub caps didn't even fit on it. Again, blank and confused stairs. I distinctly remember it.

It was rusty orange with silver trim and white. rims. It had an updated stereo, and one of those old woven seat covers that are multi-colored and scratchy. For several moments, everyone just looked at each other and then back at me before someone finally just said, I don't know whose truck you're thinking of, but after the 70 was wrecked, Dad had a white cargo van, and then the truck that he drives now. I had discussed the Mandela effect with some of them before, so I decided to let it go with a little joke about that. I don't need my family thinking that I'm more insane than they already do. Looking into it privately, I came across the quantum immortality theory and was brought back to my attempt at self-ending.

I know that I could not have survived that, especially with no side effects, and this, as outrageous as it might sound to someone who hasn't experienced it, was the answer that made the most sense. It would also explain the large number of small differences I've noticed over the last few years. For any concerned, no, I have not and do not foresee myself making another attempt. And I highly recommend anyone considering it to reach out for help. I can't promise that things will get better right. away, but I can say that taking that step takes away almost any possibility of things ever

getting better. This happened to me three days ago. I'm still in a shock slash disbelief slash slightly scared mindset. So I've lived in my current home just a year this week. When I moved in, I had a small vase with fake thistle and heather in it. I had owned the vase for many years previous to this, and it had survived three house moves so far. It lived in various places in the new house since we moved it, either on my fireplace, on my side table, or in my hallway. It moved out of the hallway permanently as the window sill it was on had a leak over winter, and there was nowhere else for it to go in the hall. My three-year-old smashed said vase around six months ago when she knocked it off the fireplace, and myself and my two eldest daughters laughed at the old

hubba-bubba chewing gum wrappers that they had stashed in there many years previously. I actually remember saying out loud, I've had this vase since first address, I'm gutted. Circle rounds to this week. My three-year-old was playing a peek-a-boo game in the porch with me and the older girls, and to hide from her behind the door, we had to to squish up to the wall, and my oldest daughter parked her bottom on the small window ledge in the hallway. It's a 60 centimeter wide and around 15 centimeters deep, if that. There's nothing there.

I come out of the lounge less than half an hour later to go upstairs, and sat there on the window sill is the vase. Intact, on the edge of the sill. instantly I recoiled and shouted Oh my God, what is that doing there? I was dumbfounded but scared at the actual unknownness of it reappearing. All four kids came to the stairway slash hallway thinking I'd seen a spider or something. And upon seeing the vase, my eldest goes,

How? How? Mom, we literally sat there half an hour ago and that was a smashed vase. She even repeated the gum wrapper anecdote. I have no idea how it's ended up back here. I do have small psychic tendencies, thoughts that manifest days later, knowing when people are going to pass, etc.,

but this has thrown my head. To stop the kids worrying, I said, Right, let's Google the meaning of the flowers as it has to be a sign. Sure enough, if you Google them, they bring protection. Funnily enough, though, this isn't the only glitch I've experienced in this house. I was cooking a cottage pie and opened the lid on the Worcestershire sauce. It span, hit me, in the stovetop, and then never hit the ground.

My kitchen is two by two meters floor space. No gaps in the kickboards or under the washer or oven are even big enough. I've never found the lid to the bottle. I scoured the floor on my hands and knees to... no avail. And I have no logical explanations for both incidents. Hi guys, something weird happened to me this weekend

and I want to know if anyone has similar stories. I couldn't find anything searching the sub. My boyfriend's family has this house in the countryside or me and my boyfriend like to go to spend the weekends like once every two or three months. Ever since the first time I went to this house, my boyfriend's room had its walls painted light green. Although the shade of green is pretty light,

it's dark enough so you can distinguish it from other colors, especially white. Last month I went to his house again, and the walls on his room were now fully white. I instantly noticed it was looking different and said to my boyfriend that the room looked way better that way, with white walls. My boyfriend looked at me like,

I was crazy and said, What are you talking about? They've always been this color. I'm already used to him not paying attention to anything. He has severe ADHD, so it's not weird that he never noticed before. So I said that his room was green before. He denied again,

and then I showed him on my phone a picture of him inside the room with green walls. We laughed about his lack of attention to the world around him, and that was it. we spent the whole weekend there and during that time we slept in his room now with white walls. Now, last weekend, his parents held an event there, and I got there earlier to help with the preparations. As soon as I entered his room, the walls were painted light green again. I asked him if his father asked someone to paint the walls again and one more time, he said his walls have always been that color.

I said the last time I was there the walls were painted white, but maybe his dad painted them white and then painted them green again. He assured me that those walls were not painted again in a long time because you could still see stains that have always been there. It's true. I could see the old stains and marks too. I then mentioned that we already had this exact same conversation last time I was there, but with the white walls.

and he remembered it right away. I said that maybe his dad had changed the light bulb, but he was 100% sure that no one had done such a thing. Although my boyfriend's memory is not that reliable, I do believe that no one painted the walls again or changed the light bulbs. Even if someone did last month, I could still see the room white with only the sunlight that came from the window. And there were indeed very old stains in the walls. things like marks where the beds used to touch the walls, and little spots from insects killed by us. My boyfriend didn't care that much about this occurrence,

he said that it was weird and moved on. I saw many stories here about objects going missing, but never came across something like this. Has anyone here ever experienced a similar event? Hi, Raven. I've always been someone interested in the paranormal and the things unexplained, but I'd never particularly had a personal experience until October of 2013. Before I dive into my glitch experience, I'll give a bit of backstory.

Since I was a little girl, my mom liked to indulge me when I asked about ghosts, cryptids, and even alien encounters. She's always been sensitive to other dimensions, and maybe even outer worlds. Let's just say she's experienced some things, and I sat on the edge of my seat whenever she told me one of these wild tales. But to be honest, they scared the bejesus out of me. I always went to bed scared, always afraid of the dark and always resorted to saying the rosary to soothe myself to sleep. So with my curiosity engaged, I grew up with a fantastic imagination and a curiosity for all things uninterested. explained. I believed in all of it. Faries, elves, mermaids, ghosts, and the undead. Folklore and paranormal just gripped my attention, and I wanted answers. But I never experienced

anything on my own, so I slowly let my imagination go. However, when my mother and I seemed to get together and share stories of folklore, the energy around us becomes static. I can't explain how, but when both of us get passionate about a subject, we tend to experience strange happenings somewhere near after. Anyway, back to Hawaii. We woke up one morning and had planned a beach day. As we walked down the long sidewalk to the sand, we carried our gear and talked about Pelae, the goddess of volcano and fire.

We reminded each other to always have respect for the islands and what they provide. We chatted further on about what we'd see in the water as we snorkeled, and I mentioned that I'd love to see a turtle and some fish, and of course swim around as if I was a mermaid. Maybe even run into a real mermaid while I'm down there. Who knows? I have a great sense of imagination. So here is where it gets interesting.

Once we had reached the beach, my mom grabbed the snorkel and I the paddleboard and we set out into the water. Once we were out in the bay, we'd somewhat separated as I paddled out up shore and she stayed closer to the rocks. As I'd paddled, I'd hit a strong current that would knock me off my balance and then I'd pop back up to my board. No biggie, I was a little rusty. I may have done that a few times and maybe on the second or third time, I noticed, as I got back on, that the ring I had on my right ring finger was suddenly gone. I was immediately bummed.

How did I let it slip off? And when? I'd been paddling all over for the last 45 minutes. I sat there with my legs hanging off one side of the board for a while, looking around. Around me on the board, in the water, and even below me, but nothing. Where could it have fallen off? Probably where I fell off and had gotten back on, so I had an idea. I paddled over to my mom and asked her to trade me the snorkel,

as I was going to dive down in the places where I'd fallen in, and I was going to search the ocean floor. Ambitious, I know, but I really liked that ring. I dove and swam and dove and swam, and I didn't see the ring. I searched for maybe 20 minutes, and intermittently I observed my mother struggling on the paddleboard. I was amused. I remember coming up for air and spotting her wobbling and splashing into the water, and another time seeing her struggle getting back on to the board.

It makes me chuckle even now when I think about it. She was having a rougher time than I was keeping balance. Well, I'd gotten bored looking and long. I lost hope. How was I really going to find a size 7 ring in a giant bay in Maui? Fat chance. So I swam back to my mom and hopped on the paddleboard, where we sat side by side. I expressed how sad I was that I had lost my ring and looked everywhere for it. She was sympathetic for my loss, and we sat there for a moment looking down. We talked about the loss of my treasure as an offering to the gods,

and I was then quite okay with the ring being gone. But just then, I looked to my left. I immediately gasped. It was my ring. It was right there. Sitting right between my mom and I on the paddleboard with water lapping back and forth over the top as the tide ebbed and flowed.

We were silent for a moment as I put my ring back on. How was it just sitting there? I had seen my mom splashing around as I dove on my quest for my one ring like a hobbit, and she'd fallen off so many times and gotten back on. If the ring was sitting there, it would have definitely fallen off, and I would have seen it initially when I noticed I'd lost it, right? I looked. How was it just sitting on the board?

So, my mom and I together thanked the goddess Pele for returning my ring. Or maybe a mermaid was watching and noticed me searching for my lost treasure, and she returned it to me when we weren't looking. I can't tell you how my ring reappeared, but it did. Perhaps it was just a glitch in the Matrix. Last night, my boyfriend and I were listening to a podcast in my bed via screencast. My phone screen was off while connected, and thus neither my phone nor the TV was emitting any light. We were just lying in the dark listening when I went to search for my phone under the covers, but couldn't find it. My boyfriend and I lifted up the covers to look for it when I thought my boyfriend had turned on his phone's flashlight to help me see in the dark.

It was concentrated light that was directed straight under the covers. It wasn't like it was light coming from outside, and somehow making its way under my thick comforter. It lasted like two seconds until I moved the cover over a bit to dig deeper for my phone. I actually thanked him for turning on the flashlight and asked him to shine the light again, and he responded with confusion. I again repeated that the phone flashlight had been helpful, and he pointed out that his phone was on the nightstand. I looked, and sure enough, his keys were on his phone next to his wallet.

I didn't hear his keys jingles, so I know that he hadn't moved his phone within the two seconds the confusion began. He's a very skeptical person, and he thought that I was just messing with him. We eventually found my phone, and it was in a spot under the covers, slash, away from the bed that my flashlight or screen couldn't possibly be accidentally turned on when searching. The covers were completely covering that part of the bed where my phone was found. The screen was dark when I found it, so it just couldn't have been the screen activating the TV somehow. And again, it was just so concentrated that it seemed like it existed right under the covers. Not like it was anything from the room or the streets. We live in Boston, and it's really humid here since it's summer.

And as one with lots of experience with bed static, it was nothing like that. It was a steady constant glow that seemed like the source was coming from behind my shoulder and lighting up the area directly in front of me. Even though my boyfriend and I were completely under the covers at this point while we searched. I have absolutely zero idea what this could have been, and my boyfriend, the skeptic, has zero ideas either. Some Google's searches showed ball lightning as a possibility, but there was no distinct smell after it appeared. I'm really truly stumped and a bit spooked, so if anybody has any thoughts, I would really appreciate hearing them. It's never too early to plan your summer's story in Europe with WestJet, from rolling countryside to cobblestone streets. Begin your next chapter. Book your seat at westjet.com or call your travel agent.

WestJet, where your story takes off. Welcome to board of Viarai. Embarked and profite. Embarked and relaxed. Syrotay. Bookine. Oh, that also. And profite. Villaray, the voice that we love. Last week, I was waiting to be called for an appointment in my doctor's office when I noticed the first glitch. It was early in the morning when I had the first appointment of the day. I was registered and sat down to wait. I was the only person in the waiting room.

A few moments later, a tall gentleman wearing a dark overcoat and gray stocking cap came in and walked up to the window. I heard him say, Samson, and then the receptionist said, Okay, please take a seat, and they'll call you in a few minutes. I'm looking at my phone, so I barely noticed the guy. I saw him in my peripheral vision taking a seat on the other side of the waiting room. A few moments later, I turned to me. turned off my phone and put it away, I then noticed that the man was gone. I mean really gone. I never saw him again. I thought my eyes or mind were just playing tricks on me.

Later as I was walking to my car, I noticed a lady putting something in the back seat of her car parked next to mine. Just for reference, she was about 100 feet away. So to give her some extra time. I stood on the sidewalk for a moment, took out my phone and looked down just long enough to turn it on and enter my passcode. When I looked up, the lady was gone. Now, she was pretty old, and I wondered where she had gotten to so fast. I thought maybe she was already inside her car. When I get to my car, I glanced over at her car and she was nowhere to be seen. She had vanished. Though I was shaken by this, I started the drive home. It was the second weird thing that happened to me that morning.

As I turned on to the street, I heard the sound of an ambulance siren, and a moment later I saw the ambulance a couple of blocks away headed in my direction. This is not an uncommon sight, as my doctor's office is next door to a hospital. But the moment that the ambulance passed me, the siren went silent. I looked in my rearview mirror to see if the ambulance had turned into the hospital, but it was gone. I checked both side mirrors and the rearview mirror again, but no ambulance. It was no longer there. I'm beginning to question my sanity.

If this happens to me again, I'm not sure that I will be able to hold it together. So, a bit of backstory. I'm a boarding school counselor. I work with teens or. around 16, have been working at it for three years now. Around 10 years back, I was 20, lived in the same city not too far from the boarding school. One day as I was working in retail, this kind of emo-looking teen walks in and instantly recognizes me. He called out my name, something along the lines of, oh my God, Liz, I didn't know you worked here. Now, I'm a person

who has really good facial recognition, even though I'm terrible with names. But I had no idea who this kid was, so I just told him that he must have gotten it wrong. He initially laughed like I was playing a joke on him, and said something like, Yeah, right, it's me, Johnny. Do you have amnesia or something? In a way that felt like he was really familiar with me. But when he realized I was serious, he got so disappointed. and looked actually hurt. Like there was no way that I didn't know him,

but didn't insist and just got what he came for and left. It really stuck with me for years, because I felt so bad that I didn't recognize this kid that seemed really happy to see me and even knew my name. I was also sure that I'd see him again, since most people coming to shop there are locals, and I wanted to ask him where he thought he knew me from, when I next saw him.

But I never did. It just struck me as really odd. A few weeks back, one of the kids had to leave boarding school since his family decided to move abroad. And since this is a very high-demand boarding school, some days later, a new kid joined our group instead of him. Lo and behold, it's Johnny. Same kind of emo look, same name, same way of talking. I know it sounds like something years could distort, but I have no doubts it's the same kid. I remembered his name and looks since I wondered about it every once in a while since.

This, however, shouldn't be possible, since he would be around six, ten years ago. We also grew really close, really fast since we have very similar backgrounds. I'm honestly just waiting for the day that he could. comes back to school and says he saw me working in a store nearby. I'll let you all know if he does. This is my first story, and it's not a very spooky story, but I think that it's worth telling. My mother works for a non-profit organization, and her and I went to the post office to pick up two checks for her to file at her office. You should know that her office is more like a small house than a large office building. As we walked in, I went into a small loft up a ladder to use my phone without

disturbing my mom. As I was up there, I noticed many tiny black bugs jumping and crawling around my legs and arms. We later learned that they were in fact fleas. She and I ran outside. My mom with a $200 check for her job, which she sat down on the deck railing, and we began taking off my shoes and socks and removing all the fleas we could from my body. Once we were done, my mom looked for the check, but it was nowhere to be found. For a good 15 minutes, we searched the large overgrown lawn behind her office house, thinking it could have been blown away, but to no avail. We checked all the places that it could have been, like the car, the trash cans, even in my pockets.

But it didn't show. Mom started to panic, thinking she'd have to send her work $200 because of a dumb mistake, but that's when things got really strange. As I was walking out of the car to check the least likely of places, my mom ran out holding the check. She took me to the backyard. She had placed the check on the railing of the deck in plain sight and said that that was where she found it. We were both astonished at either how stupid we were or why the universe was playing a trick on us.

One more thing. The entire time we were sweating beads in the Central Texas heat while looking for the checks, so insults to injury, I guess. Thanks, Universe. Much love, Raven. Love your content, and have a great day, everyone. Hey, Raven. My mother died in April of 2023,

and since then I struggled to sleep, because all I saw was her dead as I had found her dead around me. Not being able to sleep, I found your YouTube channel, and boy, did you help me sleep. Thank you, very happy to help. So I want to say a massive thank you for helping me, even though you didn't know it until now. Anyway, my story. So I live in England, born and bred here. It was around 2012.

Me and my now husband had moved in together and had a baby. We wanted to grocery shop, so we looked for his car keys. We couldn't find them anywhere at all. We kept them in a particular fruit bowl on top of the microwave in the kitchen. I call it a fruit bowl, but to be honest, it was just stuffed full of random stuff. Anyway, we emptied it a few times and we couldn't find them. We searched the house high and low to no avail. We ended up having to ring a car key locksmith.

He came out, cut us a new key for the car, and charged us a hundred pounds. We went on our way and did our shopping. We then got home and started putting everything away when the car keys. They were just sat there on top of the random crap in the fruit bowl. Even though we had checked it, God knows how many times. I don't know what anyone will think of this story, but since I've been listening to you, I told my husband about you, and I told him I fully believed that this was some kind of glitch in the matrix.

Thank you for reading and take care. So, my mom had this Pandora bracelet that she adored. My dad, my sister, her mom and some friends all got her charms for it, and she would also get some herself. She never took that bracelet off. Around a year ago, I was looking for a shop that sells those charms for the bracelet, around where I lived, so I could also get one for her birthday.

I was new to the neighborhood since I had just finished my BA degree and moved out of the dorms to my own apartment so I was really happy to find a jewelry shop that sold them a few streets from my new place. I distinctly remember the jeweler there. She was this kind lady, looked to be around my mom's age,

dressed in a bit of an old-fashioned way. Anyway, I got her a charm that says best mom and she really loved it. Fast forward to this year, my mom passed away this January. It was unexpected and painful, but that's a topic for another post. The only thing I asked my dad and sister to let me keep was her bracelet, and they happily agreed. Around a month ago, one of the charms broke. Now, if you know Pandora bracelets, you know that usually shops that sell their charms also have the means to fix them.

and so I figured I would go back to that shop to fix it. I went to the exact same address. I'm sure of it. I have a screenshot of the location in Google Maps I took just in case I needed to get back there. But there was no shop. In fact, there were only residential buildings. I clearly remember a year ago it was a commercial building that had maybe four or five shops. That in and of itself is weird, but I figured,

maybe somehow in a year they changed the place or took down the commercial building. But no. I asked my landlady about it. She's been living in this neighborhood for around 20 years, and she'd never heard about such a place. I also asked some friends that live close to me, and no one has any idea what I'm talking about. Google has no answers. But that best mom charm is still there. I really don't know what to make out of this.

A couple of months ago, I bought my partner a new cordless mower to replace the old one. The main reason for the purchase was because the cord was cracked in several places, and the cracks were covered by insulation tape in five or six spots, and in some spots the wires were visible. I distinctly remember re-taping a couple of spots over the years. I've been with my partner for 12 years. This was her lawnmower, and she had taped the spots herself. She's the gardener of the house,

and whenever she mowed the lawn, I would warn her not to step on the broken spots on the cord for fear of electrocution, as she did me on the very few times that I mowed. This carried on for years until I bought the new one. I didn't tell her that I bought one, but when it arrived, I told her it was because it was lighter, for her, but mainly because

of the cord issues. She thanked me and we started spring with a new mower. A couple of weeks later, I'm rooting through the garage and I noticed what I presumed to be a new bright yellow cord on the old mower. The old one was gray, was tattie, and was taped in spots.

When my partner came home from work, I asked her when she had got it replaced. She looked at me blankly and said that it had not been replaced, that the yellow cord had always been on the mower. I reminded her of the reason I told her for getting a new one. She said that she wasn't sure what I meant about the cord, but chose not to say anything, so I went through everything I have written with her.

I remember all the light-hearted warnings regarding the cord. I remember taping several spots all over a 12-year period, but she has no idea what I'm talking about. The lawnmower is the only one she's ever had, and nothing was ever wrong with the cord. And it has never been replaced. And we've never made any electrocution jokes regarding the cord. I simply cannot explain it. Hi, Raven. I found your podcast recently and was listening to a random episode that I picked out.

Something in my brain refuses to let me just start at the beginning like a normal human. so I was listening as I was doing some household chores and was enjoying it until I got to this one story. I won't mention which one I don't want to be rude. Anyway, I decided that I didn't like it enough that I would skip it, so I was fast-forwarding through it, but it was really long, so after a few fast-forwards, I gave up and chose another episode.

For some reason, I didn't just pick the next one. I flicked down the list like I was spinning, one of those wheels on Wheel of Fortune. Anyway, I landed on another episode and listened for 20 minutes or so when the exact same story came on. At first I thought maybe it was just a very similar story, so I kept listening for a few minutes, but no, it was the exact same story. Even though it was just a mundane, all-repeat-the-same story in two-episode's event,

the odds that I would find both those episodes accidentally and listen to the them back to back seems very small. I think it's kind of weird and ironic that I had a glitch moment while listening to a glitch podcast. Also, loving the podcast, well, except for that one story. It is very strange because especially glitch stories, I typically don't reuse them. So, no idea how that would have happened. Hey, Raven. This is an ongoing glitch in the Matrix. It's been happening to me for over the past eight years, is to take. statistically impossible, yet it's been happening. You see, I have a clock in my bedroom that projects the time and outside temperature onto the ceiling.

It rotates between the two every four seconds. I have chronic insomnia, so I wake up anywhere between three and ten or more times at night. I'm very sorry to hear that. Ever since I've had this clock for over eight years now, when I look up to see what time it is, it's not only on the temperature reading, but it has just switched. over to the temperature reading, and I have to wait the full four seconds to see what the time is. This doesn't just happen often, but it is literally every single time.

In fact, the only time it's ever displaying the time is once in a while when I'm not concerned with the time, but want to know what the temperature is, so I know if I can get up to open or close the windows. I've told a friend about this, and she said, well, try counting four seconds before you open your eyes, and see if it's displaying the time when you open them. Guess what? When I do this, and only when I do this, it's actually showing the time instead of the temperature. Hi, Raven. I'm a big fan of your glitch in the Matrix stories, and I thought to put mine up here as well. This incident occurred over periods of time and started when me and my closest friend had a big argument.

The argument was pretty silly, but we didn't talk to each other for a long time after this. Fast forward to a couple of months, I was at school, and I got a notification on my phone from Instagram. So I checked it to make sure that it wasn't anything important, but I had a new follower. So I clicked on the page and in shock I saw my old best friend on the profile pick, or someone that looked extremely like her. I ended up shrugging it off for the rest of the time at school up until I got home

when I saw I had a message from the person. So I clicked on it, and it was a deep apology from what had happened between me and my best friend. I thought it was strange that they would create a brand new account just to text me, but they weren't blocked on the other account. Or they could have texted my phone. They offered me to come over the next day to talk this over with them, So I said, sure, and came over the next day. I get to her house and knock on her door, and I hear someone say, who is it?

So I tell them my name, thinking they knew I was coming. They answered the door and said, why are you here? I said, you texted me yesterday, wanting me to come over and talk. At this moment, I'm just as confused, so I pull up my phone to show her the text that were sent. But they weren't there. Neither was the account. She was furious and thought that I was lying about the situation, but I didn't have anything to back me up, so I left in confusion.

To this day, I still have no clue what happened, or if she was messing with me, but how did she delete the account and messages without a trace of it ever existing? Or if it wasn't her, how did someone else know about the situation? So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix story, 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. Lazzang surgelley, puissance-molyne,

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