As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 79 - 24 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: September 12, 2024

Everything is a day behind this week because we spent a couple days in Branson, MO. Sorry about the delays. Welcome to 79th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have some stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about disappearing objects, strange happenings, time skips and quantum immortality. Have a Story To Submit? ➤ https://www.astheravendreams.com Or Post to the Subreddit ➤ https://reddit.com/r/TheRavensDream Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Join ➤ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCkW0ihdMHfBUjQrMKjRto6g/join Or Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Thank you to the Authors that have stories in todays Video... Sae Evans, Songül Yavuz, Mrsmcscruggs, Corinne, @D14B0L1C4L117, emocowgirl6, Missy M. , Stephen nap, Monica, Stacy, Tessah Long, Puzzled_Gift_2065, Noel, Gabriel, Alan, Jack Lombardo, CallACar, Desert Ray, David, Rene Rodriguez , Ken, Kylie Kerychuk, Alexa And Any Authors that requested anonymity. ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

If you're aboard of Viarai. Embarked and profited. Embarked and relaxes. Cirotay. Bookine. Oh, that also. And profite. Viaray, the voice that we love that we love. If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as the ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. I played baseball in college.

One day during my freshman season, I had something happened that was relatively trivial, but had a big impact on my view of reality. As I said, I was a freshman on the team but had played in all games up to that point in the season. In college and pro baseball, players usually have one position on defense that they play consistently.

In the batting order, Players usually bat in the same spot each game. This was the situation for me. I played center field on defense and batted fifth in the batting order. For most of the team, other than pitchers, it was understood who was playing each position and your spot in the batting order. One Tuesday during our spring season, we had a night game against a rival team. I finished class in the early afternoon that day and had a couple of

of hours before my team started warm-ups for the game. I decided to take a nap in my dorm room with my free time. During my nap, I had a very specific and clear dream about walking to the baseball field before the game. In my dream, I walked into the dugout prior to the game and looked at the lineup posted on the wall. The lineup in my dream showed I was playing right field and batting ninth in the batting order. I had never played right field. and batted ninth in a game before, so this was very odd to me in the dream. I am 100% certain a coach had not told me this prior to the game. I woke up from the dream and immediately remembered it because it was odd and unusually vivid.

However, I didn't think too much of the dream because I was now in a hurry to get to the locker room and get dressed up for warm-ups. Once I was in the locker room, I got dressed and started walking toward the dugout, to look at the lineup for the game. As I approached the dugout, I had an intense feeling come over me that I had done this exact thing before. I began to realize that everything that was happening at that moment

was overlapped with my dream. I stopped walking and did a quick reality check to make sure that I was awake. I continued to stand still for a moment because I sort of enjoyed the feeling of having a glimpse of the future. I even thought about, telling one of my teammates what was happening, but I figured they would think I was joking or

crazy. I started walking again and entered the dugout to see the lineup for my game. Just as the dream predicted, I was playing right field and batting ninth. This made me feel super strange and a little detached from reality. I wonder why something seemingly trivial and inconsequential had been shown to me in a dream. I have tried to find simple explanations for why. I have tried to find simple explanations for why this happened, but I haven't come up with any. I kept the lineup card for that game as a reminder of this event. I am a woman born and raised in Germany with Turkish parents. I grew up speaking two languages, but I could speak German better because I only had

German friends outside. My best friend at the time, Tina, said one day when we were still children, as we walked over a small wobbly bridge, a wobbly path doesn't break. It sounded like a proverb, and I liked it. Of course, she said it in Germans, so I've never forgotten this saying. It all sounds completely normal at first,

but what happened to me last year absolutely baffled me. I'm now 46 years old, so at the time when I learned this saying, it was decades ago. Last year, some colleagues and I, were talking at work on a break. Nothing special, just jabbering away. Then referring to a specific topic,

I said this proverb, a shaky path does not break. Everyone looked at me with questioning looks on their faces. I said, what, why are you looking at me? Have you never heard this saying before? And I laughed. Nobody knew this saying.

I started sweating because I thought maybe I had misrepresented the proverb. My colleagues and I frantically searched for this proverb on the internet, but nothing. There was nothing like it to be found. Then I googled it in English, and again, nothing. Then I translated this proverb into all possible languages and googled again, but again, nothing. Then, I googled it in Turkish and found what I was looking for. I read it, and I couldn't believe it.

I had never heard the saying in Turkish before. These words were completely foreign to me, and I have no memory of hearing the saying in Turkish. My best friend at the time, Tina, is German. She didn't speak any Turkish at all. And I remembered the saying word for word in German. I wanted to ask my friend at the time if she remembered the saying, but unfortunately I don't have any contact details for her.

I thought I was going mad. Then I remembered the conversations with my sister about our childhood. I said something like, do you remember when you did this and that? I don't want to go into details, but what I can say is that she didn't remember any of the events that I mentioned. Then I thought, oh, she just can't remember because it was a long time ago.

But now I think there must have been a timeline overlap for me personally, from my childhood until a few years ago. Something like a shift of parallel universes, and that was just for me. Maybe my other me, which is from my current timeline, is living in my former timeline right now. Maybe she's also baffled that the people around her don't remember some of the details,

because it never happened there. Or maybe my previous timeline was destroyed by something like nuclear bombs or something else cosmic. and I was simply allowed to switch and connect with my other self. But I took my memories with me, which my current self never had. I would advise everyone to ask those around you about some details from back then. Maybe some of you will also find out that he has memories, that the others don't have. During the summer of, I think, 2019,

me and my friend had gone out one night to get some dinner and a drink. We stopped off at this diner bar. We sit down to eat and we both immediately take notice of the odd vibe or energy we feel in the place. We both agree that it fills off here. As we sit and begin ordering slash eating, we start to notice the weird conversations going on around us. I don't even think you can call them constantly,

conversations, because everything we overheard did not make any sense at all. It was like everyone was just saying random words put together, and the other person would reply in the same way. That really made us start to feel like there was something really off about this place. We then noticed, to the left of us, a group of guys standing at the very end of the bar. The design of the bar was that the left side they were standing on did not go all the way around and had no way out. So you would have to walk back past us to leave or to get to the other side of the bar.

So we take notice of these men on the other side of the bar, and they too are talking in weird ways, not making any sense and just generally acting odd. My friend and I try to ignore and wait for them to walk past so that we can hear better what they were talking about. in the next few minutes we look up again to see if they were walking back yet and they were completely gone not anywhere in the whole place

and no one had walked past us feeling very weirded out we leave after one drink and some appetizers and start to head back home we discussed the environment in there once we were in the car and both agree that it all was very weird

we get back to her house and I luckily find a front parking spot. I back into the spot and my friend makes fun of me asking why I always have to back in. I reply that at least we got a front spot. There are about four rows of parking in this lot and we both also took note of the brick wall behind my car as I had backed up pretty close to it. We were walking between the wall and the car to go inside. The next morning is when it all got really, really weird.

We get up and get ready for the day. Once we're ready, we leave the apartment and go to the parking lot. We both automatically start walking to the front spot that I had parked in last night. My car was not there. It wasn't anywhere in the front row. We start freaking out a little, thinking maybe it got towed. I hit my alarm button and my alarm starts going off on my car across the parking lot. my car was parked in the fourth and last row of cars backed in perfectly.

My friend and I just look at each other confused and have no idea what is going on. We get into the car and start looking around as maybe someone broke in, but nothing was missing or moved. The only thing that was moved was the things that typically sit on my dashboard were on the floor of my passenger seat. We both just sit there for a moment still not being able to put any of this together. That whole evening, it really felt like we were in another place or time. RBC Training Ground has discovered potential in over 20,000 Canadian athletes and counting.

Your story could be next. If you've got the drive, they'll help you find your path to the Olympics. Let's see what you've got. Sign up for free at rbc trainingground.ca. Raven and fellow listeners. I'm new here to the podcast and to the subreddit. I discovered this podcast about

two months ago, thanks to the Spotify algorithm, when it began playing after one of my regular listens ended. Shoutouts to the Spotify algorithm for that one. It was the Glitch in the Matrix episode 74 that drove me to share my story. The

story in that episode was the one of the person whose friends mother died, and it turned out that she was in fact alive and well. I listened to it more than twice because it closely resembled my glitch and, well, it's been about ten years since and it haunts me. I realize that the story might need a trigger warning about dead pets. This is your trigger warning for that. It is not graphic, but the pet does unfortunately pass and, well, that may not be for everybody, so just heads up. Here it goes.

So I need to set it up a bit before we get to the glitch. Around 2012, I was dating a leech of a human, and he needed somewhere to live because his parents kicked him out of their house. My parents let him stay with us for a few months, but this guy was a POS, and my parents asked him to leave after about three months. I had a friend from high school, who I now worked with at the local hardware store,

let's call her B. B was something like emancipated as a teenager, and her mom left her their house, and it was in her name by the time she was about 22. She would rent out the unoccupied rooms to our friends that needed a stepping stone place, since it was only three years after graduating. She offered to rent out a bedroom to my boyfriend, and it was perfect, since we spent a lot of time with this group of friends already, and it saved his skin from finding a place to live in such short notice.

So, he gets settled in in his living at B's house with her and her boyfriend. We'll call him M. B and M have several pets, with cute and quirky names. They had little tortoises named Bean Dip and Chip, a cat named boots because her color pattern made it look like she was wearing booties, and then there was Panini. The way I remember it, those were all the pets they had at the time. Panini stole my heart.

I didn't have a dog growing up and never formed an attachment to a dog until I met her. She was my first puppy love, and I grew to really love her. I remember when they brought her home and everything. She was a medium puppy, probably weighing about 24 to 26 pounds, and was a total mix, but physically resembled. stumbled a cross between a German shepherd and a retriever. One day, we, the boyfriend and I, arrived at the house and we had learned that Panini had died.

They left her in the backyard while they were out, and she had gotten tangled in something and had suffocated. B&M had just gotten home minutes before we did, and they were the ones who found her. Present there was, of course, B and M, myself and the Leach, soon after M's brother and his girlfriend and another couple J and O. The guys grabbed shovels and began digging a hole with us girls inside keeping B company and consoling one another.

I remember when one of the guys peeked inside and said that it was ready. So we gather ourselves and circled up outside in their yard and we each poured a handful of dirt on her little body that was wrapped up in a sheet. I was sobbing. My heart was broken in a way I never imagined it could be. We each took a turn and said some words for Panini, and then we buried her. And that was that. The rest of the day was quiet and sad, and we just grieved together.

Soon after, I remember B&M adopted another dog, a male they named Tolkien, like the author. And he was so hyperactive and crazy, and I just couldn't connect the same way with him like I had Panini. and I didn't hang out with him as much. Soon after, I finally had the courage to end the relationship with the Leach, and he owed be a lot of back rent, and was being flighty and confrontational about it. We broke up on bad terms, and he almost immediately left the house, also on bad terms. This caused a rift between my friends and I, and they never talked to me again.

B&M got married a few years later, and I wasn't invited. And I thought that that was the end of that friendship for good. Now, fast forward to 2021, when the glitch occurred. By this time, I had reconnected with B&M and remained friendly with them, but no longer hanging out nearly as much as we once did. I moved in with my new current boyfriend, and they had moved away to the next county and were living life.

I visited their new house in 2016 once and even slept over after a night of drinking and didn't feel all right to drive home. That night I saw Boots and Tolkien and said hello to them. I digress. I was scrolling on Facebook and a memory came up. It was a picture from one of the various parties

we had on 2012 at B's house. I decided to snoop and click on their tag and I began perusing her profile. I found a picture taken that year of Panini in her photo album. The caption was that Panini was needing surgery and they had created a go-fund me for her. After the initial shock, Logic led me to believe that they found a dog

that looked just like her, and they of course adopted her, and named her Panini. I commented, Oh my God, I have to hear the story of how you found her. She looks just like Panini. I don't remember ever seeing a reply to that, and I forgot about it. In 2023, I met up with B at a local pub for drinks and to catch up after so many years.

Somewhere in the middle of our chat, I asked her about the Panini they found. She looks at me puzzled and kind of stifling a laugh and says, that is Panini. I replied with, but we buried her. She denies this and tells me, no, trousers died. We buried him. The name trousers sounds familiar,

but I have no memories of him or what he even looked like. After some back and forth on this, I retreated and I said, oh, I must just be remembering wrong. I was baffled. I was not misremembering. I grieved that dog, and I could never forget or confuse that.

But to this day, she will claim that that's how it went. Unfortunately, we had another falling out, and I have no contact with B and M anymore. And short of unblocking and contacting the leech and asking him what he remembers 12 years later, I have to live with this confusion. Furthermore, that comment I made on Facebook is gone now. All other comments are there, but the one where I said, Oh my God, I have to know the story, is gone.

Even when I filtered the nine comments to show all, not just the relevant, ones, my comments does not appear. Did I jump timelines to one where Panini lived and trousers died? Why can I not remember anything about trousers? The name only rings a bell, but I have no memories tied to it. I think about this maybe way too much. It's definitely the weirdest thing that has happened to me and I cannot explain it. You don't forget your first puppy love and grieving it.

I cried for days and I remember when, they got a commemorative rock with her picture, name, and date of death to put on her grave. This is something that truly perturbs me. I'm open to questions and thoughts, and I'd be glad to hear about it if something like this has happened to you. Thank you. I've been listening to your podcast for a few months now, and I wanted to share something that has happened to me now a few times.

I don't know if this is a glitch, or if my brain was causing me to be. hallucinate, but to the best of my knowledge, I am healthy and there wouldn't be anything to cause me to hallucinate long term like this. I live in a suburb that has a lot of foot and public transit traffic. It's a fairly nice area with a lot of rentals, which is why I live here. This started about six months ago. I was walking home for my late night shift at a warehouse that I work for. It was around two in the morning.

I was walking with my earphones in, staring at the sidewalk, and looked up towards an intersection nearby when I saw a bus. It was your standard city bus, just idling on the side of the road. But it was two in the morning. The buses stopped running around midnight. I watched the bus just sit there for a moment thinking that something was wrong with it. When I looked down at my phone to pause my music and then looked back up, the bus was gone. It was there one moment and literally gone the next. I stood there thinking that I was just way too tired to be dealing with it,

thinking it was like a waking dream kind of thing and just kept going, deciding to not let it get to me. But then when I was most the way home, I saw another bus idling at the corner past where I lived. It was just sitting there, not moving, no turn signal or anything. It had on its headlights, but that was it. I was a bit unnerved by it, so I went inside and just pretended like it wasn't there. Over the last six months, I have seen buses sitting idly at random spots

way after the buses are no longer running around two in the morning. I keep randomly seeing them on the road near my home or in various places on the walk, and I swear they disappear when I notice them. They don't like, poof disappear. They typically disappear when I look away or blink. They are always the same bus. Standard city bus, no discerning marks, no lit numbers or anything. They're just your standard everyday bus.

Now, I did something that most people don't do. I decided to confront my glitch, after working up the courage for six months. I was walking home about two weeks ago. and I saw a bus in the same place that I saw it the first time, which was a pretty common spot for me to see the buses over the last six months. I decided I was going to physically confront the bus. I would walk towards it, not take my eyes off of it, and I would physically touch the bus.

I wanted to make absolutely sure that this bus was real and that I wasn't going absolutely mental in seeing things. So, I held my eyes open, walked to the bus, and looked in. And much to my surprise, there was a man sitting in the driver's seat on his cell phone. Much to my surprise, I blinked, and the bus didn't disappear. It was still there. I stepped up to the front door, and the driver looked over at me and saw me and gave me a friendly smile. He then opened the door and looked at me and said,

and hey, sorry, we're done for the night. I was having some engine trouble, so I'm waiting for a tow truck to get me back to the depot. I just kind of nodded and said thank you, and we both turned away to get back to whatever we were doing. As I turned away, I reached my hand out and physically touched the bus to make sure that it was real and not in my mind. And it was very real.

So, the one time I went to confront this oddity that kept happening over and over randomly over the last six months, it was real. This one time it was a real bus. It didn't disappear and it was physically there, complete with a reason to be there and a driver. It makes me wonder if any of the other times I saw a bus, if I had chosen to approach it, would it have stayed and been really? real. Would those buses have been actual buses, or were they glitches slash fake or out of place in this existence? As I said, it's been two weeks since this happened, and I haven't seen the buses since. There haven't been any odd buses in places where they shouldn't be. The ones that I have seen have been at normal times, and they don't disappear when I look away. I don't know what this was. I don't

know if this was a series of the most impossible coincidences over half a year, but that's where it all ended. That's how it all came to its conclusion. I saw a real bus. I approached this real bus, and I guess that that set things into the right way. I honestly have no idea. I don't remember exactly when this happened, but I know I was in my late teens. At the time, my family didn't have much money, so we would often go to thrift stores when we needed clothes or something like that. During one trip to the thrift store, I found an enormous bag of mixed postage stamps. Many of the stamps were still on envelope corners, some had been removed from the envelopes entirely. There were probably hundreds of stamps that had been stuffed into this plastic bag,

which was then stapled shut and being sold for one to two dollars. This was before thrift stores checked eBay pricing for information, so things were usually really cheap. On a previous trip to the thrift store, I had picked up a stamp album, which had some stamps already posted in it. And I thought I would be able to fill up some of the pages with the stamps in the bags, so I bought the bag after cajoling my mother for the money. When we got home, I put the bag away, and forgot a little. about them for a bit. I think I was busy with school or something. I eventually remembered the stamps and decided I was going to sort them out and see what I had.

So I pulled out my album and the big bag of stamps. I also had some glassine envelopes. Glassine looks like wax paper, but isn't. It's often used in stamp collecting because the paper is acid-free and won't damage the stamps. It's to help sort the stamps. I labeled the envelopes in pencil with different categories like USA, West Germany, USSR, Rhodesia, etc. Because some of these stamps were a few decades old, well, some were brand new. One of the envelopes was labeled with something like special,

and this is where I put stamps that were of extra interest to me. For instance, a space stamp, an especially old stamp, or a stamp with gold foil on it might, go into this envelope for me to look at later. Anyway, I didn't have a suitable table for my sorting activities, so I sat cross-legged on the floor and carefully spread out my acquisitions. These special envelopes sat on one knee while the other envelopes around me in small piles, as I slowly sorted through the bag. About halfway through the bag, I found a stamp that I thought was interesting.

I don't remember if it was from a country that, I hadn't heard of before, or if it was really pretty or what. I reached for the special envelope to put the stamp in there, and it was just gone. Thinking it had simply fallen off my leg, I looked under my knee. Then I looked under my other knee. I stood up and looked all around where I had been sitting. There was no special envelope. I sat back down and figured maybe I had just put it in the stack of other glassine envelopes.

I put the stamp down, picked up the small stack of envelopes, and started sorting through it. No special envelope. I asked my mother to come look and help me find the envelope. We looked again and it was just not there. I was disappointed and frustrated because there were some really nice stamps in there. I don't think they were worth anything, but I thought that they were interesting. Eventually, I gathered everything up and put the half-sorted stamp. stamps away, intending to deal with them later.

But I don't ever remember going back to the stamps after that. It was like once that envelope vanished, there was no point. The whole thing kind of creaked me out a bit, too, but this was long before I had ever heard of glitch in the Matrix stuff happening. We wound up moving out of that house a couple of years later, and the missing glassine envelopes never turned up as we emptied the house. Also, my entire stamp collection vanished during the move. I never saw the thrift store bag or the album in the new house.

They weren't thrown in the trash because nobody would have done that without asking me. Nobody sold the collection either because they were all pretty worthless stamps, essentially just colorful pieces of paper. I still do wonder what happened to my collection, but especially what happened to that one envelope that vanished. by itself. Big fan of your YouTube channel. Thanks for doing this.

I know it helps a lot of people out that go through these odd situations. Anyhow, let me get to my story. I'm 35 now, but this happened when I was in my early 20s. I was going through a bit of a rough patch at the time, as I've had many in my life, and I will share more in the future with your approval, of course. I approve. But back to my story.

I was having a long week. I don't recall the exact details, but I'll try to put in as much detail as possible. So, being in my early twenties, I was going through a rough time with my now ex-girlfriend. I was between jobs, and of course, there were troubles at home. One day, towards the end of the week, I saw a flyer for a car show in Las Vegas, and said to myself, Why not? being a Thursday, I'll work on my 63 Chevy truck tonight and leave early Friday. Being that I live in San Fernando in Las Vegas is about a four-hour drive,

and me being an older truck, it's going to take me much longer. But it didn't really matter. I felt like I needed some time for myself, so I got to work, got done early, packed up some clothes for the weekend, maybe a bit longer. I wasn't sure. I always had my tools in my vehicle, and yes, my profession is that I'm a mechanic. Anyhow, I'm tired, and I plan to leave early, and as far as I can remember, I've been to Vegas many times. As I was the youngest, and my family, mainly grandparents, always found a way to take me.

But that's a long story in itself, and I won't get into it today. So, Friday morning I printed out the map from MapQuest, and yes, I feel a little old just now saying that. You have to remember when all this happened, it was over 13 years ago, and phones have come a long way since then. So I gas up, hit the road, about an hour and a half, I finally hit the desert area, and I'm excited, cruising along in deep thoughts at times while I have my music in the background. It's a mixed CD that had everything from bad religion to flux of pink Indians, MDC, the causalities, etc. I would keep going, but it was a lot of different bands. I'm coming up to Barstow.

I feel up again, grab some snacks, and a couple of regular drinks, not beer or anything like that. I get back to the road, getting towards bakers. Something started to feel funny when I was driving, so just out of cure. curiosity, I took the next exit, cruised down the off-ramp, made a right, and chugged a little down the road. I pulled into a vintage-looking gas station, and before I knew it, I have two service guys and old-style work jumpsuits coming out and asking what they can do for me.

And I happened to ask, were they filming a movie nearby? The two men looked at me and said, don't worry, we'll take care of you, just go inside and we'll do the rest. I was thinking that something seemed very off. People are never that nice, and I've never seen this place before, and I've been on this highway more times than I could count. I was trying not to freak anyone out. I just said, yeah, fill her up, and walked inside to grab a Coke. They were all in glass bottles, so I was like, cool.

I grabbed a couple, got some beef turkey, and smokes. I was a smoker then, but I would actually. actually quit that same weekend. I get up to the front counter and ask for the smokes, and the gentleman said, those are going to kill you one day, and then asked if that was my truck outside.

I said, yeah, that I'd had it for a while now and that I'd been slowly fixing it up here and there when I can. And at that moment, he had the most confused look on his face, and stood there completely still for a minute and then asked what year it was.

I said it was a 63-eastern, Chevy C-10. He replied, how much to pay for it? I responded and said that I paid $250 for my friend's dad. After that, he gave another long pause and then said, I think you paid too much for it.

And then he asked me if I was headed to Vegas for work. I asked how he knew that I was headed towards Vegas, and he said in a toned voice, well, you're young, and you have alligator hands. I've never heard that before, but I found out later that it means I have tough-looking work hands.

But back to his answer. He was like, you have your work hands, you drive a truck, and you have a bag full of clothes, so I would guess that you want to start somewhere new or you're looking for work. I kindly just told him that I had a lot on my mind and was just going to get away for the weekend, and handed him $40, thinking that would cover my gas and drinks and smokes. but he handed me back $120 and about $10-ish dollars, but in $2 bills and pocket change. I didn't actually catch what the bills were at that moment, but I still have at least one of those bills to this day.

I head out the front door to my truck, and the attendants hand me my keys and again say, wow, nice truck. And then they tell me they checked the air pressure and topped off my oil and something was loose but not to worry because they took care of it. So I get in the truck, start it up, and the radio at that moment was acting funny, so I kind of just shrugged it off. Still thinking of the strange talk I had with the man at the counter. I put the truck in gear and take off, headed back toward the freeway on ramp, and I get on to see that there were no cars.

I was like, wow, what are the odds? That was way too easy to get back on the freeway. But after that, I didn't think much of it, so I can't. continued driving, but then realized the sun was going down. Then, suddenly, my radio started playing again. But not the mixed CD that I had in the CD player. It was now a mix of Frank Sinatra, Count Five, and some other bands of the late 50s and early 60s.

Then the radio hosts said it was 15 minutes to 7 p.m. And I was like, how the half did that happen? I left at 5 in the morning. How was it going to be 7 at night? That's impossible. I kept driving, hit the strip as the sun was going down, and I decided to try the first casino. At the time, that was the Flamingo. So I get there, park, lock up.

I'm walking to the front entrance, and I get to the front desk and gave my ID, and I was about to ask to see if they had any rooms available. But before I get to that, I hear, we've been expecting you. which was impossible. Everything was a spur of the moment's trip, no plans, no reservations, no nothing. So I told them to double check, and sure enough, they had all of my information.

The lady at the desk handed me a room key and told me how to get there. So I went back to my truck and grabbed my stuff and then headed back up to my room, which I hadn't seen yet, but it happened to be one of the nicest, rooms I had seen in a long time, basically a full-on mini apartment. So I headed back down and asked if I was in the right room, as there was no way that I could

afford it. She kindly said, no, that's yours. It's already paid for, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about. Suddenly, someone tapped on my shoulder and said, here's your coke and whiskey, which is my drink of choice, but I hadn't ordered one yet. so I grabbed it out of common curiosity. I thanked the clerk again and decided to just go walk around, and yes, I did drink a little that night, but nothing crazy. I never blacked out.

I did run into a couple of my buddies that I had no idea we're going to be there. The night goes on. I call it at about two in the morning. I get back and I suddenly knocked out as soon as I hit the bed. Then I wake up to room service knocking about, 8 in the morning bringing me my breakfast that I didn't order, but I took it, and ate it anyways. I went on spending about a couple of days there, then headed home, expecting to see that gas station that I had run into on my way, but to no avail. It's a rundown ghost gas station

that hasn't been open since the late 60s. I couldn't get my head around it, so I drove the rest of the way home, stopping when needed, but to this very very very, day, I cannot for the life of me figure out what happened, or why it happened. I would like to hear some of your thoughts on what I can make of this. Sorry for it being so long, but that's as much as I can remember, and if any questions are asked, I will answer them the best that I can. Thank you, Raven, for doing what you do. It is nice to hear these stories.

Reading stuff like that doesn't make me feel so crazy over my random life experiences. A few years back, there was a solar eclipse visible in New England. I had moved away long ago, about ten years at least, living out of state, and was back in the general area and decided I would check it out from a park nearby where I was staying. I also bought some of those eclipse glasses that convenience stores sell for $5. I didn't know anyone at all personally where I was staying, or even, even. even in the state outside my family and my friends were long moved away.

The park was about the size of a professional basketball court, not big, and only grass covering an open field. There were probably six or seven other people, too, either sitting down or standing or hanging out because of the eclipse. The eclipse event was not as dramatic as I assumed it would be, and it got dark barely. although cool nonetheless and told of myself and the other people were there for about an hour

when the eclipse was basically over I started walking away out of the park and as I was walking I was headed towards two people a man and a woman that were sitting down and I thought to myself I'll give my eclipse glasses to them I'm not going to need them anymore as they didn't have any

I approached them and said hi I'm leaving and you can have these if you want. The man then turned towards me and said, No thanks, David. I got an immediate feeling of fear and confusion. Paused for a second, but said nothing. They said nothing and kept walking.

These two people were nobody that I recognized, as well as being probably in their 50s, myself 30. So they were way too old to be anybody that I would know or anybody that would know me. But also they never waved while I was in the park or even acknowledged me if they did know me. As I was walking towards them, 20 feet away, 10, 5 feet. They also didn't have eclipsed glasses,

which were definitely necessary, yet they were staring straight at the sun. There was no reason to think anybody from some kind of law enforcement was following me, and I wasn't in any trouble in. any way. The area itself was not my hometown either. The spookiness was how confidently they knew who I was. Yet, had I never said anything about giving them the glasses, they never would have acknowledged me. I've run into people before who I don't initially recognize and their attitude

is the same, more sociable, at least follow-up statements or questions like, haven't seen you in a while or something other than deliberate creepiness. Today I meet new clients for work all the time, and in my social life meet new people very often. And even if I can't remember their name, I'll at least recognize them. I still occasionally rack my brain, and have just instead decided to consider it a paranormal encounter, maybe something supernatural, myself from the future maybe, or, Just a glitch in the matrix of some kind. Hey, Raven, sorry if the last submission was weird and I hope you're doing well.

I know I submitted a bunch of small glitches a few days ago, but I've got two more. One that happened in either late 2023 or early 2024, so November to March time frame, and one that happened last night, a premonition dream. The first one was that I woke up at 521. It states so on my TV when it's paused, and it just so happened to be, and I looked at my window, noticing that the sun was already up. But that didn't make sense. I live in the central time zone, so the sun being up before mid-7 a.m. was not normal. I would know.

I worked till the sun rose often back then, doing overnights, and so to wake up on a day off at 5 a.m. While the sun was up, it didn't make sense. I looked at my phone trying to see if I was mistaken, and it was actually 5 p.m., and I was just confused, but no. I rubbed my eyes, I sat up and tried to figure out what was happening, but I hadn't been listening to glitches, so I wasn't cognizant enough to try and investigate further, because it was 5 a.m. Again, I checked on my phone for confirmation, and I went to sleep really puzzled at what was happening, and woke up later that day, with everything normal. And it was not a dream. I can tell the waking world from the sleeping one.

I think almost all of us can, but yeah. I guess that would be the only logical explanation, but it still doesn't sit right with me. It was too real, and it was something that was just so bizarre to me. Speaking of sleep, last night, being Tuesday, July 23rd, 2024, I had a dream that I was late to work.

I hate being late to work. I'm the type of person who clocks in a few minutes early and just gets to whatever needs knocked out. And in the dream, I clocked in after a tumultuous ordeal as dreams go with crazy traffic, and things just going wrong. I clocked in at 301 p.m. in the dream. And I was very frustrated. I woke up today, got ready for work, got into an argument with me, my roommate over something small, which then caused me to be late to work today.

And after I was working for a few hours today, I had the realization that I had clocked in specifically when I had in that dream, just different reasons as to being late. I sat in shock and mentioned it to a co-worker who stated he used to have prophetic dreams all the time, and was, quote, really plugged in, but claims he stopped after a while. I don't know if he was messing with me, but I'm still perplexed as to why I dreamt that, and then clocked in at 301 when I normally clock in at 252 to 256. So glitches are real, or at least premonitions are. I don't know, but I found it odd that I had one so soon after sending in all my others.

Either way, thanks for reading and even more if you share. Good tidings, Raven. I have two moderately interesting glitch stories for you. I live near a sort of smallish-sized city close to Dayton, Ohio. On July 15th of this year, 2024, I saw something unerving. I have experienced some odd things in the past and maybe wrote them off as me just imagining things. And my previous experiences were long before I was aware of the theory of living in a simulation. or Matrix.

However, the other day, I was completely 100% sober, and I can remember faces like a steel trap, but I'm not as good with remembering the names. I probably would have been an excellent CIA agent if I worked on correlation of names with faces. I live in a town of 60,000-plus people, and I see some of the same ones all the time,

and I recognize them even though I don't know them. I was traveling from South Limestone to North Limestone for a morning doctor visit. Nothing serious or unusual. It's a 35-mile-per-hour road that goes all the way from the south end to the north end of town. It's a several-mile-long street. It's one of the longest main roads that cuts through the middle of the city. In South Limestone, I see a blackmail about six foot, wearing stonewashed blue jeans, a grass green polo shirt with a beige V in the front that has some sort of pattern. He was wearing a bright red ball cap, and the only reason I mentioned that was because it might have been a political hat that we won't be getting into on this

channel because we do not participate in politics here, but the point with this was that he didn't quite fit the common demographic of the people that would be in that political affiliation. I slowed down slightly and looked to see. It was not a political hat, but had some very small white logo or design on the front, but I couldn't see exactly what it was at that distance. I got a good look at his face, though, when he looked at me. Several minutes and miles later, I'm up near the Casano's Pizza Place on North Limestone, and I see the exact same dude walking in the same direction,

like he had teleported or had a clone. He had on the exact same hat, clothes, and even his shirt and his blue jeans were the same color shade as the guy before. I didn't stop the car on my way there, and there was no car speeding past me which he could have hitched a ride in that quickly. I really don't know what's going on anymore, but I'm not crazy. again I was 100% sober and not having delusional issues so what the hell

glitch this was definitely the same guy same exact outfit there was no possible way he could have caught a ride or gone flying by me and blowing every single traffic light in the process the only possible explanation is that he has a twin who lives on the other end of town and they coordinated their clothes like some twins do.

But they were both walking on the same side of the road and in the same northbound direction. Just really weird. The second story is not as interesting, but I know that I wasn't losing my mind. I was at a party, and I wasn't drinking heavily. I had two low ABV beers over the span of five or six hours with food.

When I go to leave, after I've burnt it all off, I can't find my car keys, which I always keep in my front pocket. There's no way that someone could have pickpocketed them without me knowing. I was not inebriated. I searched every single pocket of mine, even the back pockets, which I never use because I don't like sitting on uncomfortable things in my way other than a chair. Suddenly, the party becomes a search party, and we spend about 15 minutes'clock. combing the place, and nothing.

I double-check all of my pockets again, and they were in my back pocket. No way. I don't ever put anything in my back pockets. Anyways, I think a few people thought I was actually drunk or crazy. But I know that I wasn't, and even my wife checked all of my pockets for me when looking to make sure I didn't miss them. But I really just don't know. Hello again, Ray.

and this is my second submission to your channel. In June of this year, I started having glitches slash time slip moments out of the blue, and I've been stuck on your channel ever since. I've been trying to pinpoint exactly why my experiences started in the month of June, but I'm still not sure if there's any significance. Well, I did get broken up with, and it was a very difficult breakup to go through, which caused me a ton of mental stress. But I'm not sure if that's why my experiences started occurring.

Okay, so I've been putting off submitting this story for a few weeks now. Because it sounds so insane, even to me. I've only shared it with one other person who I knew would not judge me or think that I was losing my mind. I'm a 30-year-old female, and I am a truck driver. I drove to St. Louis, Missouri to pick up my next load, and when I arrived, my load wasn't ready yet, and wouldn't be ready until the next afternoon. So, I ended up having to park for the day and just wait it out. The area that I was in was very sketchy, but I was forced to park in this particular area because St. Louis is scarce when it comes to truck stops.

So I found a small gas station with a small dirt lot for truck parking. I parked, stayed put in the driver's seat of my semi, and scrolled on my phone for a bit just to pass time. I immediately noticed there was a silver suburban parked to my right. Being a female truck driver, I am very observant of my surroundings at all times. I've been in weird situations. I intently studied the silver suburban and the driver. driver inside.

The driver was a white male, looked to be no more than 25 years old. He was wearing dark shades, was clean-shaven, then frame and had on a blue-collared shirt. I watched the guy for a minute, just wondering what he was doing, randomly parked in the dirt lot for trucks,

and made a mental note of his description. I do this everywhere I park for my own safety. I watched as he scrolled on a large tablet as he sat in the driver's seat. I specifically remember thinking to myself, Huh, I wonder why I was using such a large tablet instead of a cell phone. Not my business, but I was still curious. After observing the guy in the vehicle, I glance at my phone to read a message.

I then look back over at the guy in the Silver Suburban, and this time he looks older. He now looks to be around 50 years old. No younger. I also noticed that he was bulkier now. I specifically remember the guy that I had previously observed being a much thinner guy, and he didn't look muscular at all. He still had on dark shades and the same blue-colored shirt that I vividly remember from my first observation.

But I immediately noticed that he had a full beard now, and he's also scrolling on a cell phone instead of a tablet. The guy that I was intently watching before was clean-shaven and looked very young. He didn't look a day over 25. At this point, I'm sure that my eyes had to be the size of two golf balls, and my mouth was wide open, because I was in shock. The guy looked over at me, probably wondering why I'm just staring at him and looking like a crazy person, but he gives me a big smile and waves at me.

I nervously give a wave and quickly turn my head. head in confusion. I sat there trying to figure out what even happened, and how. How was I now seeing an older version of the same exact guy in the blink of an eye? And I'm still not understanding the tablets-to-cell-phone situation. I specifically remember him scrolling on a very large tablet. I don't know, maybe he switched over to his cell phone when I looked down to read the message on my phone, but I still have absolutely no explanation.

for a full beard out of nowhere, and him being bulky instead of skinny. I told this experience to a close friend of mine, the only person I trust to share my experiences with other than this channel. She asked me a question that gave me chills. She asks, so, which timeline do you think is your current timeline? The one where you saw the younger guy, or the one with the older version of the guy? I'm not sure why that question freaked me out so much, but it instantly sent me into a state of confusion and paranoia that I cannot explain. Which timeline is my current timeline?

Am I supposed to be on this timeline? Did I jump to another reality and get stuck there? The guy stayed parked next to me for another 30 minutes or so. I never looked back over at him again, fearing that he would somehow change again if I did. He eventually pulls off, but I was confused for the rest of the day and I still am. I've had three other unexplainable experiences since then, two involving people literally disappearing right before my eyes and teleporting to another spot. I'll try to get around to submitting those as well.

If you've made it this far, thank you for reading and sharing my experience. This is the only place that doesn't make me feel like. I'm going completely insane. I was living in Jacksonville, Florida from the time around 2014 or so, frequently working at many malls as a contractor for many stores. There was a trend in fast fashion stores, such as Forever 21, around the time of selling clothes with upside-down crosses. It was like when you entered these stores in this time period,

you couldn't not see the upside-down cross print on everything. I thought it was pretty lame as I had grown up in the punk scene, and this was kind of ironic, that they would sell these upside-down crosses on printed dresses, shirts, bags, etc. For the average person to seem punk or metal. I don't know. That was just my take on it. So between jobs, I stopped to get gas. I had gotten out of my truck and placed my cell phone on top of the edge of the truck near the gas tank.

I zoned out for a moment, just waiting for my tank to be full. I was looking towards the double doors of the front of the gas station, and a girl walked out of the station wearing a large shirt with a big upside-down cross on it. In my head I said, oh my God, this tread has to stop. It looks stupid. The minute my thought stopped, my phone fell off my truck on top of the pavement. I tepidly tried to catch it in fear that it broke. When I picked it up, the calculator app was open and 66.6 was typed out on my phone.

I was so taken off guard, my hair stood up on my arms. I looked around as if to see if I was hallucinating. I've always had a lock screen. I did not use the calculator app that day or that week. how the hell did my phone fall somehow unlock, go to that app and type in that number in literally one second? It was one of the first times I thought something is really insane about reality and possibility. I'm not religious at all, but for that moment, I felt like something was trying to send me a message. One evening after my husband and I put our kids to bed,

We decided to relax on the couch and watch some TV together. The TV is on a stand on a flat wall. To the left is more of a rounded wall. It has a fireplace and a mantle, our lamp, and then more wall with our AC unit in it. I hope that makes sense. Sitting on the couch, I'm able to see the light out of the corner of my eye. From the light, I see a large flying bug.

It looks like a large wasp, but it's all black. I say, Babe, what is that? My husband looks and sees it too. It flies the short distance to our mantle, which has a grogoo, baby Yoda,

plush on it. He tells me to keep an eye on it while he grabs something to catch it with. We both saw it go behind the plush. It never moved. He walked over there and we braced ourselves for him to move the plush and this crazy, creepy bug to fly out.

But it didn't. I told him that it must have crawled into the bottom part of the plush, as it doesn't have feet. It just has a large robe and round bottom so it can stand up. He grabs a bag, puts the plush in it, and takes it outside. I turn to watch as he takes the plush out and shakes it. Nothing. He turns the robe inside out, no bug. He looks in all the possible places, but nothing.

It's just gone. There are no cracks in our mantle that it could have hidden in. I'm a thousand percent sure that it didn't fly anywhere else, as I did not take my eyes off that spot for even a second. I'm terrified of wasps, and we have young kids and don't want them to get stung. I would have been able to see if it crawled to a different area too, not just flown away.

We looked behind the TV stand and all over the living room as all the other doors were closed. No bugs anywhere. We both have no explanation of where it could have gone. It's been months now when I've cleaned the house multiple times, but never found it. This was one of those times that I was thankful for a glitch, because that thing was creepy. This happened years ago when I was completely broke. On the day before Christmas, I received an invoice by a government authority in the mail.

The fee was 13 euros. Only a small amount of money, but I was up. of the opinion that I was falsely charged, and that the invoice must have been sent in error. I tried to call them to clarify, but it was already after work hours, and I wasn't able to reach anyone. As this was right before Christmas, I knew I would not be able to sort this out until January, as offices in my country are usually closed or minimally staffed during the holiday season. I shrugged it off and decided to call them in the new year. It was only 13 euros, after all.

If it turned out that I actually owed them this amount, it would not be a big deal. I may have been broke, but I still had 13 euros to spare. I put the invoice in a drawer and forgot about it and then enjoyed the holidays. The first week of January, I remembered the invoice. I took the letter out of the drawer and looked at its header for a phone number to call. My gaze fell on the amount due, and I was shocked by what I saw. The fee had been 13 euros. I was sure of it.

Looking at that same printed invoice, the amount due now said 513 euros. Somehow the fee had increased by 500 euros. I started to panic. I was not able to pay this kind of money at the time. I called the number, and much to my relief, it turned out I was right. There had been some misunderstanding, and the lady on the phone confirmed that I did not owe them anything and could ignore the invoice. Still, I felt spooked. How could I overlook a full digit?

When I opened the letter before Christmas, I studied it carefully. The euro amount was printed in bold. How did I see 13 instead of 513? Or did it magically change over the holidays while sitting in my drawer? Whatever this was, I decided that it was a blessing. The thought of possibly owing over 500 euros, money that I did not have, would have been nagging at me all throughout Christmas and New Year's. So, ignorance truly was bliss.

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Think cat lady, but instead of being obsessed with cats, I'm obsessed with rabbits. As a side note, rabbits are better and more involved pets than the general public think. Most pet stores sell rabbit cages or hutches as if they're rodents or something that belongs in a cage with wood shavings. It turns out rabbits are actually wonderful house companions and are more like dogs slash cat hybrids versus guinea pigs or hamsters that just live their lives in cages, only occasionally being taken out to pet or hop around

before locking them back up. In actuality, they are easily litterbox trained, they can learn tricks and are much better suited to live in a pen or throughout your home, not in tiny metal cages or hutsches with those god-awful metal ball water bottle things. That being said, I've been obsessed with rabbits my whole life. I got my very first rabbit in high school from my best friend. This rabbit was my very first pet that was only mine, not a shared pet such as a family dog.

I loved this rabbit more than anything. He was my buddy and was my source of happiness through high school, moving to another state in college, and through a terribly abusive relationship. As my bunny got older, I lived in a one-bedroom apartment with wood floors. He refused to walk on the woods, so I had area rugs as he would hop from rug to rug, sort of like the floor is lava. I did want to keep some boundaries, so I chose not to put any rugs in my bedroom. From where I slept at night, I had a clear view of my dining room table. This rabbit was my little buddy, while also being a creature of habit. He had a favorite spot right under this one chair to my dining room table,

which was in perfect view of where I slept. Every night I went to bed, I kept my bedroom door open, and he slept under the same chair facing me, and for the most part would be there facing me in the mornings when I woke up, just waiting for me. He was light gray and white, so sitting in the same spot every morning and every night, made a clear furring in contrast to the dark brown rug. Eventually, shortly after turning eight years old, he ended up having some medical complications.

After multiple vet visits and thousands of dollars later, he did end up passing away. Saying I was devastated would be an understatement. I grieved for quite a while. What most people don't think about if they have pets, which is rather morbid, is one day there will come a time where you have to vacuum up the last of their fur, forever erasing any trace of them in your home. I'm slightly OCD, and I've always kept my apartment very clean, so I have vacuumed and cleaned my whole apartment multiple times after getting my stuff together,

but I put off vacuuming up his little fur ring under that chair. I dreaded doing this. It felt like doing so would make it real or solidify that he's actually gone. I remember waking up most mornings, and my first thought was to gaze under that chair only to see his little fur spot. After a few weeks to a month or so, I can't remember when, but I do remember gathering up the strength to vacuum up his little fur ring for the very last time. I distinctly remember doing so because it was such a significant thing for me to do. I remember crying and being super upset about this. I did vacuum that ring one day.

Over time, the grieving process got easier. I kept myself busy with work and school, and eventually my days became easier to handle. But one day, I'm not too sure how long after cleaning his spot this could have been, maybe a few days or a week later. I woke up, and I swear to God, his little fur ring. was there. Like, there. Right in the same spot on my dark brown rug under the chair of my dining room table. His gray and white fur spot was there clear as day. I remember crying and psyching myself out,

like, did I actually pull the trigger and vacuum up the spot? I distinctly remember doing this because it was so significant to me, and I was really upset about it. Even thinking I made a mistake and should have just kept it there. Could I have possibly been so upset and messed up that I had dreamed or day dreamed doing this? There's no way leftover dust bunnies or fur balls could have rolled onto the carpet or something because it was literally a packed fur circle

in his usual spot. That freaked me out so bad that I never told anyone about it, thinking my family or friends would think I'm crazy. Even more crazy for being so grief-stricken about a pet rabbit. But anyways, I did eventually end up cleaning his little fur spot again. I've eventually moved on, rescued, and lost more rabbits over the years. I'm in a new apartment with new bunnies, married, and happy. But I will never share a bond with another bunny again like I had with my first. I don't know if this is paranormal or a glitch in the Matrix. Or maybe I was just so upset that I

dreamt I had done it because I was dreading having to do it so much. But in reality, I actually hadn't. I swear I cleaned that spot up for the last time, now twice. Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read my weird story and take care. And if you have any fur babies, be sure to show them some extra love. You never know how long you have with them. I posted here about another glitch that happened to me a couple of months ago. Keep in mind, I'm female, 56, and in my whole life I've never had anything like these things happened to me.

Sure, I've had odd things happen from time to time over the years, but this is a whole new level for me. This time I was playing with my dog, bouncing and tossing a ball in my kitchen for him to catch and chase. I was near the dining room table. I bounced the ball, my dog missed, and it bounced off his nose and rolled under the table. I know it went towards the table, as my dog followed it too, and was bending down looking under the table as well. It was not there. I thought perhaps it bounced again and landed on one of the table's chairs. Nope. I could not find it anywhere. It was gone. I was confused, my dog was confused. My husband even looked around thinking it might have rolled further under a cabinet or something.

I know it went in the direction of under the dining table as the dog was looking too, but I never found it. Two days later, I was at a doctor's appointment fishing in my bag for some paperwork, and lo and behold, there was my dog's ball. My bag was hanging in a different room at the time the ball disappeared on a coat rack hook, nowhere near the table, or even in the possible direction of a wayward bounce. Like, what the heck? I'm seeing more and more glitch videos, though I'm not seeking them out, and seeing more and more glitch stories as well. I think perhaps if we do live in a simulation, the computer program is getting more and more buggy. Maybe it's reached its computational lifespan, or has some malware the programmers are unaware of. Perhaps with the advent of the internet, where more information can be shared further and wider,

we are learning more about glitches due to shared information. And glitches have just always been with us. Us older folks didn't see it because information was rather limitedly shared. However, we've widely been using the internet for 25 to 30 years, and I started hearing on the regular about glitches just a few years ago. But why would this just start happening in my life, whereas up until now, nothing this strange has ever happened to me. Maybe my sim is due for reprogramming or extinction.

Thoughts that I ponder. This happened on February 18th, 2024, in grapevine, Texas. I woke up early Sunday morning to take my dogs to a dog park near my apartment. I had been there a few times before this incident, so I'm very familiar with the park. We arrived at 7.30 a.m. and we're the only ones there. Not just at the dog park, though. My truck was the only car in the lot, and this park is on an exit of the highway, so there's nothing around it either. I felt a little uneasy.

Like, I was being watched, but I'd been there before, and it was a safe area, so I pushed past that odd feeling. I brought a tennis ball and a chuck-it ball-thrower. For those that don't know, it's a long stick with a ball-shaped structure to keep a rubber ball in place, allowing you to throw a ball harder and further for your dog. The ball it comes with is made of rubber and slightly smaller than a tennis ball. Well, I had previously lost the official ball that comes with the chucket, and so I was using a tennis ball that I had in my truck. Since the part that holds the ball was too small,

it was difficult to fit the tennis ball in and have a decent throw. Anyway, I was throwing the ball for my dog, and while she chased it, a few times, it had bounced off of a fence. I then threw the ball again, and it went straight through the fence and completely disappeared. At first I was confused. My dog began running around and sniffing for the ball near the fence line. This fence isn't a chain-link fence where the ball could easily fit through if thrown hard enough. It's a metal fence with small openings, maybe an inch or so wide, and there were no breaks or large gaps in any part of it. It was in perfect condition.

I began to walk over, looking around in disbelief, but I was still alone, and when I reached the fence line, it finally clicked, and I made sense of it all. I watched the ball go straight through the fence and into a ditch that was sectioned off. for construction. I scanned the park again to see if anyone had come around by then, but I was alone, and that whole incident happened only 15 minutes after we had arrived, though it felt like hours had passed by then, and again, I still felt like I was being watched. I believe that there's no such thing as a coincidence, so I packed up and left. I never attempted to retrieve the ball, and I never went back to that park. Hi, Raven. This is less of a story and more of a supposition, a thought experiment, if you will,

for your readers. Based on prior experiences, which I may elaborate in another story, I know quantum immortality or quantum suicide, as some prefer to call it, is real. However, I've been left wondering a great many questions. 1. When one dies and ends up in another timeline, what happens to the alternate version of you's original consciousness? Does it get swapped? Overwritten? Am I hijacking or killing the alternative me's consciousness? How come I don't possess that alternate me's knowledge of how things are in the new or alternate timeline?

Does quantum immortality apply for everybody or just a few people? At first, I thought it just applied to myself for some weird quirk, but having watched your videos, there's many people reporting the same or similar things. So it must apply to others. If it applies to everybody, where do the other people I see die go? Another timeline, right? If it's only a few people, what distinguishes them from the average Joe? 3. Does this produce a weird quantum...

survivor-bias scenario. So, for example, a person who takes a medication and dies switches to a timeline where people taking that medication don't die, and a person who doesn't take the medication and dies, then switches to a timeline where people who don't take that medication are the ones dying. Essentially, are the two people traveling to world lines that better favor their own particular views? and from their own perspective,

it's the other one that appears to be dying. So sort of a confirmation bias involving surviving death. 4. Why do most of the quantum immortality stories relate to either accidents or suicide? I've not yet seen a story relating to murder or attempted murder. Maybe I've missed a story or there are stories out there, which I would love to hear about them, 5. What are the implications regarding old age?

Do you just never die and become infinitely old? That to me is terrifying. 6. What are the implications for belief in an afterlife? If you just infinitely survive all deaths, then by definition you can never die and go on to an afterlife. You will always remain on earth. Forever. Is there a true exit? 7. Is there some sort of quantum coalescence event where all alternative versions of you die? Say, the heat death of the universe. Then what? Where do they go?

8. There's obviously differences between different quantum immortality timelines. Is there any way to consistently detect these differences? Is there some way our alternate versions can communicate to each other? an eight. Why is it a bit like dying in dreams? Where you, example, fall down a cliff and then a jump cuts to another scene, as if nothing happens just before you hit. I know this isn't a story per se, but I find the questions intriguing and trippy. And maybe your listeners might find them intriguing as well.

First off, Raven, your podcast helps my question. creative outlet. I love your podcast and so does my sister. Thank you very much. Anyway, this started about a year ago when I first moved into my current home. My glitches started small. My rings color changing, a window being closed when I had just opened it, and little things like that. When I had just got my new bedroom after my parents and grandma had finished building it, I had put my guitar in the corner next to my bed. I had gone upstairs for dinner. My grandma and my little sister had left for their grandma date an hour prior.

My parents and I were all upstairs. After dinner, I went downstairs to finish moving in, and my guitar was back in its box. My bedroom is next to the crawl space, but it's boarded up, so nothing could have put it in the box. I do have a cat, but she's small, and even if she wanted to, she could not have put it back in that box.

Hi, Raven. I'm listening to your podcast for a while, as I have had multiple glitches in my life, and it fascinates me to hear that other people have experienced it, too. I haven't written in as of yet, but what just happened while listening to your podcast is too good to not share. I was driving into work listening to an episode of The Glitch in the Matrix stories, and I came to a stop at a red light.

As I was sitting there, I looked over at some people at the gas station on the corner, kind of zoning out, when I heard you repeat several lines that you had just spoken, like word for word. I was really confused about why you would repeat yourself, since I have never heard you do that, even with cuts in recording. So I backed the audio up to write before the repeated version happened, and it didn't happen again. You never repeated a section of that. story. Once I got to work, I backed the audio up a second time and listened to the entire story again to confirm that, nope, you never repeated any part of it. I'm at a loss as to what

happened, but it is interesting that it happened while you were telling a glitch in the Matrix story. I have experienced a few glitches in the past couple of years, but this one really bugs me. It happened a little over a year ago. I live in an apartment complex, and there's a couple around my age that lives a couple buildings over. I know them well enough to talk for a minute or two if we run into each other, but not much more than that. We are friends on Facebook, and I saw the wife post that their son had died. He was in his late 20s, and I had never met or seen him, so I had no real connection. But I expressed my condolences.

A few days later she posted his obituary, which included a picture, funeral times, the norm. This was the only time I had ever seen their son. A few weeks later, I went out to a karaoke bar with a few friends, and I saw that the couple was there. I approached to say hello, but chose not to mention their son. They seemed to me in good spirits, and I thought, why bring something like that up? after a little while in through the door walked their son my friends immediately asked what was wrong

as they could see the look on my face I told them the story the couple called me over and introduced me stating oh this is our son with the same name as the man in the obituary I had thought that initially maybe they had another son though they'd only ever mentioned the one in person

or online The introduction with his name killed that idea. I had no idea on what to say. Could I have dreamt the obituary on Facebook? Sure, but then how did I know exactly what their son, who I had never seen, looked like? This still has me stumped to this day. Hey, Raven, I just recently found your podcast, and I love it. My story is short and sweet.

I will preface by saying that I do tend to lose things more often than any 31-year-old woman should. My husband, for Christmas, a few years ago, got me a pair of AirPods. I use them every night to fall asleep as I like listening to podcasts. One morning I woke up and did the normal thing of putting my AirPods back in their charger. Well, I was able to locate the right AirPods, but the left was missing. I tore the bed apart looking for it, but it was. was just gone. Defeated, I just assumed it was gone forever. I wasn't even able to find it with the location. Flash forward about two weeks from the time I lost it, I was lying in bed

and stuck my arm under my pillow and felt something. To my surprise, it was my missing air pod. I'm shocked. I thanked the universe for giving it back. I wanted to share another experience. It was quote, only a dream. But after realizing that I may have ended up in a parallel world, I think that this dream could have been a crossroad to change my reality once again, and even completely back in time to the past. My eldest son is now 18 years old.

He's the son from my first marriage. The divorce was very stressful and I was very preoccupied with my fears. The little boy practically grew up surrounded by emotional conflicts. I always felt sorry for him because he was going through all this emotional pain, and I didn't have the strength to enjoy the time with him when he was little and cute.

And he was really incredibly sweet and smart. Then, I had this weird dream last year. In this dream, I was in an unknown city in an unknown apartment. There were lots of people in the apartment. not just in the apartment there were lots of people outside, too. It was like a city festival. It was in the evening or at night.

I knew the people while I was dreaming, but not in real life. The strange thing is, in my dream, there was only my eldest son. My other two younger sons, who are from my second husband, were not in the dream. They did not exist. In this dream, my firstborn was sleeping on a bed in a small bedroom.

He was grown up, as he is now in reality. I was in another room with other people. Suddenly, some of them panicked and called me. My son had disappeared. I panicked and ran into the bedroom where he had been lying. Instead of him, there was a little baby about one year old. I recognized him immediately. It was him as a baby.

I was full of joy. and I lay down next to him. I hugged and cuddled him full of love. I thought, oh my God, he's so incredibly cute. Then, a voice spoke to me. It asked me if I wanted to start again with him. I had to decide whether I wanted him to grow up with me again,

or whether it should stay the same. I thought about it, and I thought, oh, my God, all this stress again? And then I answered and said, no, it should stay as it is. Suddenly, everything blurred, and when it became clear again, there, on the bed, was my son as an adult. Then I woke up in reality.

I now think that if I had made a different decision in the dream, I would be in a different reality right now, in the past, so that I would no longer make the mistakes I made and would pay much more attention to my son. I told my son about this dream and asked him to forgive me for all the stress he had to go through with me. I asked him, if this was real, would he have wanted me to make a different decision? He said, no, Mom, everything is fine. You don't need to apologize, it's all good.

By the way, he's become a great person. He's very responsible and a real gentleman, and I think that I've been very lucky. with him. Hi. I dog sit and dog walk as my side hustle. My clientele is very diverse. I have a few near my surrounding area that have money and they usually have some kind of keypad lock. And I have a few brave souls that keep their houses open all the time. I have an ongoing Saturday night walking gig with a pit bull. His mom usually leaves the door open for me to get him while she's at work. but sometimes the door is locked.

She has an extra key hidden for these kinds of occasions. Anyway, so on this specific night, I go in as usual, but when I gets to the house, the door is locked. I go retrieve the key from its usual spot and open the door. The dog was so excited to see me that he jumped towards me, resulting in the key being knocked out of my hand. Before I continue, let me paint a little bit of my door. let me paint a picture of what this area looks like.

Once you open the door, you are in the living room area, on my left, and then to my right are the stairs to go up. When the dog jumped, the key should have landed near me, but after I acknowledged the dog and calmed him enough to look for the key, I couldn't find it anywhere. I looked underneath the couch, rug, and random things that she had around the house, but could not find it. After five minutes or so of looking, I gave up and took the dog out for his usual 30-minute walk.

When I come back, I opened the door and the key is right in the middle of the floor. You couldn't miss it. So the question is, where was this key when I was looking for it? Was it a glitch in the Matrix? Or did I really not see it? Hey there, friends. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of, scary stories on this episode of the As the Raven Dreams podcast.

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