As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 86 - 27 True Glitch Stories

Episode Date: December 18, 2024

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please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. All right, so I'm a junior in high school. This happened between 1 to 2.30 p.m. on a school day. I had gotten an early out from school due to a doctor's appointment. Everything went fine and normal, so I proceeded to have a normal day running errands with my mom. Up until I noticed that I was missing one of the two phones that I carry on me. It's not a flex.

They're both really crappy. phones. I really more so have two really bad phones to sort of resemble me having a good normal phone if that makes sense. Two crappy phones equals one decent phone. But anyways, that's not important to the story. Sorry for getting sidetracked. Well, anyways, I knew the only real place in which I could have lost the phone would be while I was at the doctors getting my checkup. I told my mom that we needed to go back to the place to check and see if they had my phone. I hopped out of my mom's truck and tried an exit-only door to get inside, which, unsurprisingly, was locked.

The real entrance was on the other side of the building, so that's why I tried it. No issues so far. Well, I walked towards the real entrance, and the automatic doors of the place never opened. And I noticed the building looked, oddly enough, completely empty. almost as if the place was completely closed. But this couldn't be the case, as the parking lot was full of cars from patients, and, well, it was the middle of the day.

I stood in front of those automated doors for over ten seconds, confused as to why the doors weren't opening for me. I even tried to physically open the doors due to my confusion about the damn doors. Eventually the doors did finally open, though I didn't try anything new to potentially make them work again. As soon as they opened, I could see more clearly through the second set of automated doors in the entrance. And this time I did finally see the place being full of patients in the waiting room, and nurses at the front desk,

and thought that it must have been the heavily tinted windows and doors that made me believe the place was empty at first. I thought nothing of it. The only objective I had at the moment was to get the... the phone back, which the nurse at the front did, thankfully have. I thought about how empty the place looked at first, but again, I just assumed it was the heavily tinted windows making it hard to see anyone. As for the automated doors that refused to let me in, I just assumed it to be a weird

glitch with the sensors, and was ready to completely dismiss the incident. And I would have if that was the end of it. after coming back with my temporarily lost phone, me and my mom drove to a McDonald's to pick up for my little sister, who hadn't gone to school that day as she was feeling really sick in the morning. We figured that we could give her a little treat. So there we were at the McDonald's, circling around, trying to make our way to the parking spots that you can park

and order off of the mobile app from. As we were driving past one of the entrances, I noticed a family of about five, looking really confused at the fact that the entrance for which they were trying to enter was seemingly locked. I even saw the mother of the family pulling the door with no luck. The doors were just locked. Now, for this, I can't confirm whether or not the place truly looked empty, as was the case for the hospital earlier.

I only caught the smallest of glimpses through one of the, the windows from the playplace, and half of the restaurant did seem pretty empty, but then again, what kids would be at McDonald's at this hour? Schools end at around 3.30 to 4 p.m. where I live. Either way, eventually, just before I lost sight of the family driving around the corner, a man did eventually make his way towards the confused-looking family and allowed them entry. I again dismissed this, and I didn't yet correlate the events with the face. family, and my own at the hospital. We made our way to our parking spots to order, and in front of us was a view of a Burger

King with the main entrance of the place, being pretty much directly in front of me, maybe 40 feet away. I'm not sure. I'm pretty bad with distance, but it was fairly close and very much within clear view. Well, there we were waiting for our order when a man parked to the left of us in the Burger King parking lot, and then made it. his way to the entrance of the place, for which, again, the man could not open the door. It seemed to be locked, and the man gave the same type of confused look that the family at the

McDonald's did. He gave up, though, and eventually made his way back to his vehicle and drove off. I thought that it was weird, and my mom noticed it happened as well, commenting how the store just lost a customer. This was really odd, as the usually empty Burger King had a few more cars than usual parked around, yet the doors seemed to be locked for the man.

The place, from what we could see, was empty, though there was a lot that we couldn't see due to the multiple ads covering the windows, and again, very heavily tinted restaurant windows made it hard to be sure. I tried to tell my mom about the connection I had just made with these places seemingly being closed and empty.

Though she kind of just brushed it all off, and honestly wasn't really paying much attention to what I was saying. So I just quickly dropped it. That's just how it is with my mom. If she doesn't want to hear what I'm saying, then she just kills my flow by completely ignoring me or making me sound stupid or silly. Anyways, this all just seemed really odd to me.

These three mostly unrelated places all seemed to be empty and were locked temporarily when people tried to get in, including me. As for my first initial experience at the hospital checkup place, I did get this weird sort of shock. Just a weird sort of slap or something to my brain and or soul before the automated doors finally opened up and allowed me to finally see that the place was indeed, not empty, even if it seemed to be through the heavily tinted windows. Overall, I think I can dismiss it. It was just a small bunch of similar coincidences that happened within a pretty small time frame, right? Just a bunch of locked doors, really. I mean, it's not like I could have confirmed that any of the places were actually temporarily empty,

as I wasn't bothered enough to check at the time. It was only after everything sort of went back to normal that I pieced it all together. It could have likely been the weirdest set of coincidences, these places just being temporarily locked somehow, or was it a weird glitch that caused these places to briefly appear as if they were all closed? Okay, this is not a particularly long nor scary tale, but nevertheless it is true. It happened to me when I was about 10 years old.

So, around 1986 to 1987, in North Wales, UK, near the town of Ruthen. I, along with my whole Cub Scout group, were on a camping meet with many other cup groups from around the UK's northwest. Everyone had their tents set up on this huge field, 100 plus tents to give you some idea of the size of this event. We had to take part in various games and stuff, but also had our free time. This field that we were camping in was next to a huge forested area, so, in our free time on the second day, myself and three other mates decided to walk into the forest. All of the trees were them evergreen pine trees, and the crown was very clear in the woods, dry with just billions of pine needles everywhere.

excellence to walk on. We were messing around, climbing trees, joking with each other. We walk more and more into the forest. I wasn't bothered about going too far as we had just seemed to travel in one direction. Then, out of nowhere, we stumbled on an area where the trees started to clear. We could see an old grey house, which had what looked like an old Victorian outside bathing pool. The house looked as if it would have been expensive in its day, but all was overgrown around it. The pool looked old and worn, too.

Stone steps down to its water, dirty as hell with pond weeds growing in it. There were two stone lion-slash-dragon gargoyles on each side of the steps. We started to mess around, throwing stuff in, egging each other on to jump in, and, and there was no way that I was going into that filthy water. All this time I thought, what the hell was this doing here? Why? Okay, maybe a hundred years or more before then the forest grew around it.

The whole time we were there just seemed a little awe. Anyway, we saw no ghosts or monsters, nothing of that sort. Just this weird place. Then we thought that we have to make our... way back. So off we walked. It took ages to get back. We had walked far more than I'd first thought, but anyway, we saw light through the trees and we walked out onto the field. Not our field, but empty ones. We had just come out in a different place. We found a small road and made our way back to where the campsite was. It hence started to come into view and we found our cub group. The leader was,

well pissed off, as we had been gone for ages, and they'd give us all the search party rubbish, and we were told that we were not to leave the campsite again. We went off, laughing, and just got on with our day. That evening, a leader asked me where we were, so I told him about the woods, the house, and the pool. He looked at me and was saying, really, you don't need to make things up. and I'm like, no, it's true, ask the others. He said that he had, and they just said that we were in the woods climbing trees and walked out at a different place.

They had said nothing about a house or a pool, so, ah, maybe they just didn't want to tell them. Anyway, the week ended and everyone went home, but I always remembered it. Some years later, I was into mountain biking and walking, and thought I would go back there to try to find it. I spent days, weeks, and years looking around that whole area, walking, biking, trying to retrace steps to no avail.

I never found the house or pool again. I have since took to Google Maps, aerial photos, everything that I could use to help me locate it, but never to be found. That was not the strange thing about it, though. Over the years, I have stayed in touch with the other boys that were there that day, and I've talked to them about it. They all remember the camping trip, our walk into the woods, but none of them ever remember the house or pool that we spent a good hour playing around in. They think I've lost the plot with it, and since it's become a running joke. I told you that it wasn't too scary or great, but I remember that day very well.

We did find that place, but no one else remembers it. Strange world. Hi, Raven. My name is Brad, and I love your channel. I think you're a very talented storyteller. Thank you. That's why I chose to post my true glitch in the Matrix account story with you. The story still baffles me to this day.

This all happened in 2016, when I was still 16 years old and in high school. I live near Coney Island Beach in Brooklyn, New York, and I like to go to the beach there with my family, friends, and even by myself. I'm a young guy and interested in photography, and I like to take pictures of many things, like birds, animals, and people. On this day, I was walking alone down the beach with my camera, and was just about to take a nice photo of seagulls flying together when I saw a girl my age jogging towards my direction. The girl was very attractive with long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and wearing a pink bikini. She waved at me, smiling, as I waved back to her trying to be friendly. How are you doing, Scooby? She beamed smiling at me, flashing her Christy Brinkley-like megawatts smile to me.

Like I said before, this young lady was very attractive, but I didn't know her at all. I smiled at her and said, Hi, I'm fine, how are you, but sorry, my name is not Scooby. It's Brad. Brad G. Brad G. The beautiful young girl then looked at me strangely for a second, and then threw her head back as she giggled wildly. Wow, Scooby. You were always the funny one. I then looked at her a little harder this time, but still trying to be polite to this stranger, as I repeated. I assure you, honey, my name is not Scooby. It's Brat. I think you have me mistaken for somebody else.

It was then that the lovely blonde turns to stare back at me and said, Sure, your name is Scooby. I mean, your real name is Thomas, but everybody calls you Scooby as a nickname. Because you always carried around Scooby-Doo fruit-flavored snack gummies. I always thought you were cute, she said beaming up at me. When she said this, I chuckled to myself because none of it was remotely true about me. We then stared at each other silently and seriously for a moment, as a smile began to show on her

lovely face again, and she started to giggle excitedly at me. Hey, I see you have your camera with you, Scooby, so why don't you take a few photographs of me? She said as she started to do a few girly poses on the beach, and I took picture after picture of her. Again, I didn't know this young girl at all. I never saw her in my life. but I was still trying to be polite with her. After quite a few shots, she told me that she had to leave,

but I was invited to a beach party at 8 o'clock later that night if I wanted to come. But before I could ask her any more questions, she jogged away fast. I thought this girl was lovely, but for the life of me, I have never seen her before. I never saw her at school or around town at all. She was not a crazy person or some kind of hologram image either. She was a real living, breathing person, and I touched her. She really thought that I was a person she knew called Scooby.

Unfortunately, I couldn't make it to the beach party that night because I had a night job at the time and had to work the weekends. But a week later, I got the pictures developed. strangely enough, I got my seagull pictures, but none came out of this mystery, beautiful, young, blonde beach girl. I was pretty dejected by this. This was an attractive young girl that I did not know, but wanted to know. I didn't even ask her name, which was very absent-minded of me. A week later, I went to the beach and told my male friends about her, and they all thought it was in my mind. but it wasn't.

I was hoping the mystery girl would show up so I could show my buddies, but she didn't. My buddies even laughed harder when I told them that I took photographs of her, but none came out. I was on the beach alone on Saturday again, and this was two whole weeks after I saw the blonde mystery girl. And just when I took my last photo of the day of a big crane flying by, I turned around and bumped right smack in to the little. the same beach girl that I ran into before, the one that I didn't know. Whoopsie, she said as she playfully bumped into me laughing. Fancy meeting you here, Scooby. I stared at her. Indeed, this was the same pretty girl that I'd bumped into before thinking I was a person she knew named Scooby. Sorry, honey, again, my name is not Scooby. You have me

mistaken for somebody else. My name is Brad. I said smiling at her very, very, very much. I said smiling at her very confused by this whole situation, with this lovely, strange young lady that I never saw before in my life. I then asked her what her name was. She looked at me strangely, and then threw her head back like before as she giggled wildly. Wow, Scooby, you always were the funny one, she replied. I then shook my head slightly. This conversation was mimicking our original conversation. But before I could ask the young beauty any more questions, she stared at me giggling and said, Hey, I see you have your camera with you, Scooby, so why don't you take a few photographs of me? Before I could say anything, the same exact thing was happening all over again.

The young, beautiful blonde was posing for me as I started to take picture after picture of her with my camera, as she posed for me. The situation was very much like the Twilight Zone episode called Instant Replay, where everything was mimicking all over again. The lovely blonde stranger then stopped posing and told me that she had to leave, but said that there was a beach party later that night at 8 o'clock and I was invited if I wanted to come.

But before I could ask her any more questions about herself, she jogged away fast. This time I attended the beach party. It was nice, but I did not see the mystery blonde. and I left earlier than I would have if I saw her again. Again, I was dejected. Who was this young lady? And why did I keep seeing her jogging up to me at the beach?

Who mistakenly thought my name was Scooby? And to add to my frustration once again, the pictures I took of her did not come out at all, even though my other photographs did. I saw that mystery blonde one last time when the summer was almost over. It was on a Saturday, again, which it always seemed to be for some reason. And like always, same conversation between us, same everything. Her jogging up to me, waving with a big smile on her face, wearing a pink bikini.

I wish I did know her because she seemed like a real sweetheart of a girl, but for the life of me, I did not know her. And the photographs of her posing prettily for me never came. I even looked for her photo in my high school yearbook. Still nothing. Unfortunately, I have never seen her since. Sadly, I never got her name either. Thanks for listening to my story, Raven, and people on this site. I truly cannot make heads or tales of this situation that I experienced. I'm not sure where to put this story, but I need to document it. for my own sanity.

I'm aware that dreams are scientifically a mystery, and that several ancient beliefs point towards a possible connection between dreams and alternate realities. I don't quite remember everything about my dream because the more I think about it, it fades from my memory. I do remember that I was consciously hopping through realities. I don't know how or why, but me and my older brother were doing this,

even though we got separated. Every time scenery's changed, it was all slightly different. Family members were all the same, although different ones showed up in different realities. My mother was always a consistent, though. The worlds around were also slightly different, with other rules and governments and laws. Every time I was myself in these realities, but I knew that I wasn't supposed to be there. I interacted with people, pretending to be me in that reality. I'm not sure how many mees I was because I don't quite remember them all,

but the final one I do remember. I was in a dystopian world, I think, but I wasn't able to view much around me because I was in a house surrounded by people I knew, but never expected to be together. My brother was nowhere to be found, and my mom was way younger. For context, my brother was born when my mom was 19, and is nine years older than me in our current reality. I assumed, since he wasn't there, and my mom was still young, that he had never been born. I also figured out, through the idle conversation, that I was a clone of myself since I had died. Something along the lines of these clones are good.

I can imagine her saying that for real, being said by an aunt that I don't really like, and neither does my mom in this reality. But they were working together in this house to stay alive, it seemed. I eventually had a really heartfelt talk with my mom there, where we both ended up crying. She was talking about how she felt responsible for my death, and how sorry she was for not being there. I told her that I appreciate her so much,

and that I never get to tell her. Even though she didn't understand at the time, I told her about my real-world achievements and how I'm doing well in college, and how she's such a good person. I then whispered in her ear as we hugged and cried, You won't believe me, but I'm not from here. I'm from another place.

Then I woke up. I woke up crying and immediately went to text my mother that I loved her, but thought that it might be weird out of the blue. I understand that this could have been a waking dream, and my memories could have been sorting each other out, but with our current astrological timeline, something feels intentional about this dream, the eclipse and everything that comes with it.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to take from this experience, but I do know that I've never had a dream like this. Am I going crazy or is what happened actually real? It felt so real and raw. The emotions I was feeling there transferred to reality and I sat there crying for a while, confused. Hi, Raven. I wanted to let you know that I conducted an experiment involving when items go missing from very obvious places, where people know where the item definitely was. I have a theory.

It relates to stress slash calmness, with items disappearing when someone is stressed and returning when they are calm. I find I can make items that have disappeared almost immediately reappear by changing from one state, such as stress, to another, such as calm. So I decided to see if I could catch a glimpse of an item reappearing. I've been trying to do it for a while, and I know almost no one will believe me, and this will sound ridiculous, but I saw it happen once with my own eyes. I have a key fob alarm that regularly disappears and reappears,

even though I have set specific locations for it to be in. One time it went missing, and I knew exactly where it was before it disappeared, inside of a drawer in a specific corner. So I just kept staring at the location that at last was, and focused on calming myself. To describe what happened next, imagine what you see when you stare at a bright light bulb for too long. You get this blobby, off-color mish-mash-after effect from where the light has overstimulated your eyes. If you think of that, you have a rough idea of what I was seeing. I blinked, during which I saw this blobby,

almost single mismash color, approximate out of focus, almost blurred shape of an object, that was a lot of adjectives. All other objects around it were in focus and unblurred, like someone had applied a special effect blob to just one spot. As soon as I blinked again, the blob had turned into the object, but it was still blurry. As if someone had applied a Photoshop Blur tool on just the object and nothing else. Again, all objects around it were still in focus. When I blinked again, it came into focus almost as if I was clearing something away from my eyes, but there was nothing in them.

Barely three blinks earlier, there was nothing there. There was almost no time to react. In three blinks, a spot that I could see, though, went from empty to mish-mash blob, It's a blurry object to defined object. I tried to repeat it, but the closest I've gotten since then was looking in the drawer, seeing my key fob not there, turning away and then looking back immediately to find it sitting exactly in the place I had just looked at. I genuinely don't know what's going on, but I thought your listeners might be interested.

Hi, Raven. I have a strange experience that happened to me about a year ago. I'm finally taking time to write it out and send it in. I was getting ready to go to a meeting with my husband. I had finally picked out my outfit, a teal skirt with a camel-colored sweater, and a pretty scarf that had teal in various shades of brown and navy blue. I'm not huge into fashion, but I do try to look nice.

Anyway, I get myself dressed, do my hair and makeup, picked out my jewelry. I was running around the house, getting ready and preparing dinner, so everything would be ready when my husband gets home. He comes in and says that he likes my green skirt. I laughed and corrected him teasingly that it's teal, not green. We joke about it a bit,

then we put on our coat to go. Mine is a long leopard print coat. We leave and arrive at the meeting, take our seats as it's starting. I take my coat off, and as I sit down, we both notice that my skirt is now navy blue. I'm actually freaking out inside. How did it change from teal to navy blue?

Some might think that it's just a matter of lighting. Even at the house, I was in several rooms with varying degrees of lighting. In all the rooms, it was teal, or green. as my husband said. So how is it now a dark blue? I was distracted the whole meeting. When we got home, I checked my order history on the app

that I had purchased it from, and it was teal. It's the only one I have in that style. Plus, all my orders don't show that I ever ordered a navy blue one. I have no idea how or why this happened. But it's still blue. and we frequently joke if my skirts will randomly change colors.

I hope you enjoyed this weird glitch, and we still laugh about it. And thank you for reading my story. I love your channel. Well, thank you. Hi there. I have a few experiences that I can't explain, but this one is probably the strangest. Right around my 21st birthday, which was about four years ago, I was dating this guy. He was a few years older and in the process of converting a white sprinter van into a van life vehicle.

At this point, he had completely stripped the back of the van of everything, and the only things left were the two front seats. He hadn't started building anything yet, so the back of the van was completely empty, and very echoey with nothing in it. So we were driving one night to grab some food. For context, we were driving in Salt Lake City, Utah, on a weekend, so the city was very busy. As we were driving to get the food, I was in the passenger seat and he was driving. He must have been distracted because, as we came up on a red light, he ran it.

This wasn't a light that had just turned red either. It was already red as we approached it. I saw it before he ran it, but assumed he was. would stop, but he didn't. As we went through the light heading west, there were already cars in the intersection going north and south. When he realized

his mistake, it was too late, and we were already in the intersection. As we drove through, we both distinctly heard something hit the left side of the van. Remember that there wasn't anything in the back of the van that could have shifted, and the hollowness of the van

made the sound echo even more. He immediately pulled over to the side of the road, as did another car on the perpendicular street behind us, that we had just driven through. He got out and went over to the other car, assuming they were the ones that hit us, causing the noise that we both heard. But when he approached them, they asked him if we were okay as they saw what happened. He was confused and asked, didn't we hit each other?

But the other drivers said no. Still confused, he came back. back to the van and we checked for any damage, but there was none. The van was completely untouched. We both heard something loud at the side of the van, though. There was no evidence of this, and no other cars pulled over like they would have if there was an accident. So was it possible that maybe we did hit another car or got hit by another car?

And heard it, but somehow jumped timeline so that we weren't harmed or cause any harm in this reality? I'm still puzzled to this day as to what exactly happened, but I'm very grateful that in this reality, we're just fine. Hi, Raven. I want to first say that I'm a massive fan of your podcast. It's helped me so much over the last few months. Well, thank you very much. So firstly, I want to apologize for this being a long story, but I'm still trying to make heads or tails out of it.

Last week, I decided to go for a ride on my motorbike. as it was a surprisingly warm November day here in the UK. I decided to just ride and see where the road takes me as I normally do, but today was different. I didn't understand at the time, but I had an uneasy feeling. You know the kind you get when you know you shouldn't do something, but you do it anyway. Thinking this was just because I'd recently worked on the bike and that this was going to be its first long ride, I continued. out on the road things felt calmer. That uneasy feeling had largely subsided and I continued.

The sound of the engine and my music tangled in a symphony only a mother or a madman could love. In about an hour of riding down some of my favorite roads, I realized I needed fuel. So, an instinct I headed to the local fuel stop, which is a large array of small cafes and a single bar. I've been to this spot many times as it's a popular spot for the biking community in my local area. Coincidentally, called Raven. As I pulled in and to the far side of the fuel station, that uneasy feeling came back. Again, I didn't think much of it, as there were a lot of big semi-trucks rolling around, and I didn't want anyone to hit my motorbike.

Carrying on, I filled up and went inside to pay, but something caught me off. guard, a shooting pain behind my eyes, a migraine, if you will. I've not had a migraine in many years, so this came as a shock. After paying, I asked to use the bathroom to splash some water on my face. In doing so, the pain instantly went away, but something felt strange. The air was thicker yet more breathable. As I walked outside, I noticed my bike was on the left side of the pump when I know I had parked it on the right.

I walked over thinking someone I know from the aforementioned bike meets was also out and was playing a prank on me. Then again, I didn't hear or see any other bikes or cars anywhere until I looked up to the main road. Cars were driving on the opposite side of the road, and in such a way that any normal person would think that this was standard. I stood in complete confusion and disbelief over what I was seeing. I practically ran inside the fuel station into the bathroom, and in doing so the migraine came back. Worse than before.

Worse than anything I had ever felt. I splashed my face with water again and then nothing. No pain, the air wasn't thick and the feeling of unease that had stayed with me since I had arrived at the fuel station was gone. Physically I felt better than ever. As I left the bathroom, I noticed that the word was not. was still pressing the button to complete my payment. In doing so, he turned to me with a surprised look and said something along the lines of, that was fast.

Anyone else would think you were the flash. I looked at him confused and still not being able to concretely get a grasp on what had just happened. I wished him a good day. Left, and I went back to my bike, which was now parked on the same side I had left it on before I went inside the fuel station. I looked back up towards the road, and people were driving normally, as they have done for years. I'm still not sure how to explain this, nor do I know what happened. If anyone else has had an experience similar, please share it as I'm at a total loss.

And thank you to Raven and all of you that listen. Before I get into the story, I would like to mention that it is both a glitch and a paranormal story, so yes, the second half won't necessarily fit into the glitch category, but the first half does. So, I wanted to use it for this episode because it does fit the category for the first part. Um, consider it a bonus, I guess. You guys get glitch and a little bit of paranormal in there as well. Enjoy. Hey, I stumbled upon your channel and noticed that the stories you present are more down to earth. If I can put it like that.

because most of the other videos out there might start innocent then escalate to a full-blown fiction in no time. Also, since you always mention you have an easy way to submit, I decided to share my experience. It is pretty easy. Just go to as the ravendreams.com and click the big button to send in your story. The first experience happened back in the 90s

when I was around five years old. It was a dark autumn evening. My grandma was taking care of me and my younger brother. She had a meeting planned with her friend, so we all went there together. That friend's flat was in the outskirts of town in one of the top floors at a nine- or 12-story building. Since the adult talk was no interest to me and my brother, and the TV had late evening news on, we were all around the place running from room to room, playing hide-and-seek, and so on while they were chatting and drinking tea. One of the rooms had a dress stand with a really nice wedding dress with a big skirt part,

which had many, many layers. We decided to get under it and inside the dress. To not get in trouble, we closed the door just to be out of sight. We got on all fours, slowly crawling on the carpet under all the layers one by one, not to mess anything up. Carefully navigating our way to the middle, we reach an opening. For a kid, it was like being in a tent with a hole on the top. So we play inside the dress for a minute or two,

and suddenly the feeling of something's not right, but you just can't name what is wrong, came upon both of us. We decided to get outside the dress, and when we left, it was eerily quiet. No TV, no grandma and her friend talking, and then we saw it. It was like a dim Christmas lamp, blinking with yellow, blue, and red colors, slowly one by one just a few meters outside the window.

We got curious what could that be, and got closer to the window to see it better. It looked like a huge round metal plate drowning in the darkness, with blinking lights on the outer rim illuminating just a small part of the whole structure. We looked at it for what felt like ages, but probably was more like five to ten, seconds, and a light feeling of dread came over us. We turned to one another with that scared and questioning look, and poof. In the corner of our eyes, we could see that it was gone. The bad feeling vanished, and the sounds returned.

We ran back to the grandma, her friend in another room, and it seemed like they didn't even notice anything weird was happening. We then spent the rest of their evening with them, thinking. that whatever was out there didn't want us snooping outside. The second time something unexplained happened was on my seventh birthday. It was a sunny spring day. I was at home with my friends playing in my room while all the parents were in the living room. I don't know how we came up with it, but the thing we were doing was putting a mattress against a wall

and some pillows on the ground. We then run across the room and when it was a meter or two before the end, jump up and smash into the mattress and then softly land on the pillows. We were doing it for quite some time, taking turns and adjusting the mattress and the pillows from time to time. It was my turn again and I take my stance, start running, jump up, and as soon as I start flying sideways to my target, I see the mattress sliding to the opposite side as I'm approaching the wall. It all becomes dark.

As I open my eyes, I'm standing on the side of the street at a bus stop. I see the stuff around me. I feel and hear everything, but it's as if I'm inside someone else's body. I can't turn my view or move my body. Also, the view is from a higher perspective than my own at that age. I don't know the place that I'm at. It's cloudy, wet, and cold. People around me seem like there's nothing out of the ordinary.

I can hear some chattering somewhere around. People in front are just idling or looking at the traffic and waiting for the bus. This lasts for around 30 seconds, and then it's as if I'm pulled backwards into a dark tunnel. The light gets smaller and smaller until it's completely dark. I opened my eyes once more and I'm back. I'm lying on the ground with everyone gathered around me asking if I'm okay. When I asked what happened, they said that I just hit the wall and fell to the ground.

They ran to me and I just woke up. Everything took like ten seconds. After that, no one wanted to continue this activity and we did something else. And that's that. Or so I thought. Many years later, when I was in high school, the classes were finished. I'm heading out and I go to the bus stop. I'm just standing there waiting for my bus when suddenly I get this weird deja vu feeling and then it clicks.

I was here before. Not the bus stop that I wait out each day, but this exact experience from when I was seven years old. Back then, I didn't even know this place. not to mention the whole experience looking from a different perspective. After that, it was back to normal and nothing special happened. But it was still weird. The last weird thing that happened to me was back in 2016 when I went abroad to the USA. I went there with the J1 visa and was staying at a hotel that I worked at.

I had two weeks to find a place to rent. I started looking in the surroundings. area and was lucky to find something in walking distance. So I call the person and it's an older lady renting a room to a tidy and quiet person. Lucky her, that sounds just like me. And so we agreed to meet up and see if I like the room and see if she likes me as a tenant. I arrived to the apartment and she's a hoarder. I mean the whole place is covered in stuff, random stuff all around the place.

Bad vibes right from the start. But then she leads me to my room, and it's a regular room with a bed, table, chair, and a closet. There's some small stuff that was on the table and in the closet, but she says that she'll take it if I don't need it. Then we start talking about me because she wants to find out more about me. It seems her parents emigrated to the U.S. when they were kids from the same country that I am. We have a lot in common when it comes to music,

and other topics. One of them is the paranormal. Since I qualify for a good tenant, the price is good and it's close to my work, and I don't really care about the rest of the place. We both accept and plan to meet next time for the paperwork. I communicate with her on the phone, and sometimes she just doesn't respond,

but eventually after half a day or so, she hits me up with a message or a call saying, sorry she was busy, or didn't hear the call. So one day she says the paperwork is ready, and we plan to meet up for it, deposit money and the key. We meet up, I sign the papers, give her the deposit, and receive the key. She says that she didn't make copies for both of the locks yet, but she doesn't use the other lock anyways, so it's fine for now. Now we're done with that stuff and just chat afterwards. She says that she can feel auras of other people, and that I have one that she has to be.

hasn't experienced before. I'm like, oh, thank you, you flatter me. And then her expression changes from this cheerful older lady to a serious and bit scared, saying, I shouldn't be telling you this, but I have an alien friend. And I'm going to ask him to meet you if that's fine by you. I'm intrigued and, of course, accept this proposal. First of all, not to be rude, and second of all, what if? So I laughingly say,

Yeah, of course, who is he? She then explains that it's not a he or a she because they are genderless and that it's a lizard type of an alien. She continues saying that she feels by my aura that I'm that kind of being and that meeting that alien friend would benefit all of us involved.

Her expression changes once more into a paranoid one and she exclaims that maybe she was a bit too hasty with this, and some authorities might not like what she just said. I ask her what does she mean by that, and add that no one heard her besides me. Then with all seriousness, she says, they're always listening. I have a bad feeling about this. I have to go.

Goodbye. She then stood up and went inside the apartment complex. Well, that's paranoid, but from what we talked about, before I brushed it off as one of her conspiracy theories and continued with my day. Next day I message her saying that it's going to be my day off tomorrow, and I need to leave the hotel by 12, asking her what would be a better time for me to move in? No reply. The next day comes.

I message her again. Nothing. I call her, no answer. Okay, so maybe she forgot to reply before and now she's busy. not the first time that's happened. I continue to write and call for a few more hours, but nothing. It's almost 12. I need to leave the room. Well, I have the key, so I'm just going to go and meet her at the apartment.

I get all my luggage, manage my way to the metro, ride the few stops, and get to the place and enter the apartment complex. I go to my door and knock. No answer. I get my key, stick it in, turn it, and it's not locked. Hmm, weird. Why would you not answer the door if you're home? Why else would you leave the door unlocked? I think this while turning the handle.

No, the door is not unlocked. The lock that I have the key for is unlocked, but the other one isn't. I knock again, louder this time, and still no answer. Damn, what's happening? Where is she? I go to the corner of the corridor and leave my stuff there to keep it out of the way for people passing by. I wait around for an hour and a half, writing, calling, and knocking at the door. Nothing.

Then two guys walk from the stairway and head towards the apartment. They try to unlock the door and meet the same fate as me. I call them and ask if they came for the lady living in the apartment. One of the guys say, Hey, you must be AJ. I reply, Maybe, you know, where she is? I can't reach her, and I haven't been able to all day.

Haven't you heard? She died, he says. My heart went to my stomach. I thought this cannot be happening. So after a bit of chatting, I found out that he was her son and had come there to collect some stuff, but the coroner locked the one lock that only had one key, and that key is now on the other part of town and needs to be retreat.

Apparently she was a busy person, and when she didn't make a few appointments the day before, a welfare check was issued, and she was found in the shower. Cause of death was heart attack. Coincidence or not, what she said and how it ended? Well, you decide. Eventually, we entered the apartment, started looking around, talking, and after a couple of minutes, the first time her name is mentioned while inside, The picture of Jesus falls from the wall.

The son starts freaking out and says that he can't be inside there, and then invites me to go with him and his friend to a bar to calm his nerves. I oblige. Since I already left the deposit and had no other options at that time, I stayed at the apartment. In the following days, her family came and took most of the stuff from the apartment. I cleaned it up, and it became livable in the rest of that area. Later on, her son moved in.

I haven't met the lizard alien, and no more weird stuff happened afterwards. Short, but sweet. I, female 28, have lived with my partner, female 28, for four months now. I helped move her in whilst she had to work, so I saw this place as empty, empty. It's a pretty small three-bedroom, a relatively open plan. You walk through the entry through a small hallway where two of the bedrooms and a lounge area are located behind doors. At the end of the hallway, you have a kitchen to your right. The bench wraps around the wall to the right and comes out to create a divide to an open lounge and dining area,

with floor-to-ceiling bay windows, and sliding doors to allow the view and light in, and lead to our deck. I've admired the view many times from the kitchen. I've spent many hours on the deck admiring the same view and speaking to my partner as she cooks or plots around the kitchen. Now to the appearing wall. Two days ago, I was sitting in the lounge slash dining area and speaking to my partner in the kitchen.

I noticed a quarter wall above the kitchen bench. It runs along the long. whole length of the kitchen, and I've never not once noticed it. I asked my partner, and she has assured me that it has always been there. I cannot unsee this wall, no matter which way I approach the kitchen or dining lounge area. I swear it was not there three days ago. This also aligns with the weird experience that I had with my neighbor the day before noticing this new wall.

The neighbor from behind my house was walking in our shared laneway, as I was letting my dog in the house after I got home from work. I haven't met him yet. I have seen him over the fence, as my deck allows me to see over the fence and further past his house. But I've never spoken to him. He approached the fence and started talking to me. He was acting as if we had spoken previously.

not by anything he mentioned, just the way he spoke. I told him I was enjoying the new house. It was completely renovated before we began renting, so it is really nice. He then told me that he had seen the house arrive in the three pieces on a truck. We knew the house was brought in, but as far as I knew, and the video I had seen, they craned in the whole house as one piece. I saw it strapped to the truck and everything.

I asked my partner to show me the video, and she doesn't remember anything about it. If the house came in pieces, it would make sense that this wall exists. But that's not what I remember. Every time I look at that wall, I feel a little more crazy. Hey, Raven, I have a story.

It's kind of weird, so I thought that he would have to be. like it. That's what we're about here. It all started about three weeks ago on a Saturday afternoon. I was browsing in my favorite thrift shop, totally in my own world, when a girl walked right up to me looking ready to hug me. She was smiling like she had just run into an old friend. Oh, Christina, she said. It's been forever.

Remember all those early mornings talking at Mother's Group? I felt my stomach flip. This girl looked like she knew me. Really knew me. She was smiling, calling me by name, talking about things that sounded right, but I had no idea who she was. Still, I didn't say anything.

I smiled back, kind of pretending that I knew her too. We made small talk, and she seemed completely convinced that we had this history together, and eventually she walked off. After I shrugged it off, thinking maybe I'd forgotten her somehow, or maybe she'd just made a mistake. It then happened again.

A few days later, I was at the grocery store, and there she was, waving like she had just found her long-lost friend. Her whole face lit up, and she walked over, saying, Can you believe this? We keep running into each other. I could feel my heart beating faster, trying to make sense of it all. I had never met this girl before that first day, but... She kept bringing up specific memories, things that almost sounded familiar,

like she was talking about a version of me that didn't exist. It was always things that I would most likely do in places I would definitely go. Each time I saw her it was the same. She'd wave, give me that bright smile, like she knew me better than I knew myself. But every encounter left me with this unsettling feeling as if, somehow, she wasn't from my world. Like maybe there was another me out there, one that she knew all about. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

The next time I saw her, I went over feeling nervous but needing answers. I'm so sorry, I said. I should have told you straight away when we first talked, but I really thought maybe I had just forgotten. I don't have any recollection of meeting you before. I did go to a mother's group, but I don't remember you there. She looked at me, processing what I'd said, her smile fading. No, no, it's definitely you, she insisted.

I remember all those conversations, everything we used to share. It's so strange, I feel like I know you so well, so it has to be you. Did I do or say something wrong? She said with concern. I couldn't help but blurred out. Maybe you know someone who looks exactly like me, like a doppelganger. It's almost like there's another version of me and you met someone just like me. Maybe somehow you slipped into a different reality or something.

I admit I probably could have been more soft, but that's not how I am. I'm super blunt. She just stared like she was searching my face for answers. And then she laughed softly. Oh, maybe? She said, a little uncertain as if the idea was finally starting to unsettle her. Or she just thought I was blowing her off. After that, she kept her distance, only waving when she saw me,

as if that reality check had put up a barrier between us. But every time I caught her wave, I felt this strange shiver, wondering if somewhere there really was another version of me that she had met. a me quote that looked sounded and even thought like I did but wasn't me I still don't know how she knew all those things about me or why she was so convinced that we shared a past it's hard to explain but to this day I can't shake the feeling that she somehow crossed into my reality from somewhere else it was like I'd gotten a glimpse into another world one where I was where I had gotten a glimpse into another world one where I I had a life that I never lived. And I think I'll never really understand it. This following story was posted directly to Medium.com by an Elizabeth E. Who also sent it to me.

I am recording this with their permission. I didn't steal this from Medium. I want to make that clear. But as this wasn't just a submitted story, the formatting may feel a little different than normal. Please rest assured that's because this was written partially as an article on Medium by the author. Those who dabble in pop physics soundbites are versed with the phrase,

we are living in a simulation. The upshot is that claimants believe our universe to be a computer program designed and controlled by a superior alien intelligence, of unspecified origin and nature, and we lowly humans are avatars at its infinite unmercy. I find it's unfathomable that some respected physicists, notably Neil de Grosse Tyson, ascribe to this concept, which to me is patently absurd. Essentially, despite its being couched in secular terms, it begs the question as to infinite regress,

creator of the creator of the creator. Simulation proponents have fostered a glitch in the matrix mindset, which has spawned Quora and Reddit forums devoted to events seemingly unexplainable by consensual reality. Ergo, such anomalies must be caused by hiccups in the simulation program. Rife amongst the discussion threads are mysteriously disappearing objects, which may, or may not, reappear, in their original location or elsewhere. Some contributors have had the object returned to them after. uttering a polite request to the universe,

whilst others have had to resort to bold commands, which can cut both ways. The universe is a temperamental trickster. Despite my utter disbelief in the simulation concept, I am tantalized by accounts of glitches that apparently defy physical laws, tossed coins that vanish into thin air without striking the floor, lost keys that materialize, in duplicate, in a place they never possibly could have been left.

Two-for-one reimbursement policy. Having trolled online forums ad nauseum and binge-watched YouTube channels featuring accounts of glitches in the Matrix, I was primed for magical thinking when I came upon my ring whilst walking the track with my French Cheryl this morning. I had worn the distinctive metal band, variegated green, blue, and purple ground, with white geometric chain link motif yesterday.

I removed it last night and placed it on my bureau, where it surely remained. I had consciously weighed whether to put it on this morning and decided against it. Yet here it was. It would have been astonishing enough to have found it had I lost it on the track the week prior, but this was a true miracle. As to whether this ring had materialized or whether that the ring had materialized or whether the original had merely been teleported for my bureau, I would soon find out. I arrived home forthwith and bounded upstairs.

My ring was on the bureau. Not the colored band, the turquoise ring that I had worn yesterday. Both of which I had scooped into my cap and carried upstairs last night. Both of which I dumped out of my cap this morning. One of which stuck in the weave and didn't make it onto the bureau. and which fell out onto the track whilst I adjusted my cap. So, yeah. Once again, this was a post on Medium.com.

I will link to the article in the description. And this was a story that ended up not necessarily being a glitch. But it's one of those stories that still is interesting, and I absolutely love the way that Elizabeth wrote this, so I felt it was a good story to include in this collection. And hopefully you all enjoyed her. as well. Hey Raven, this story happened around seven years ago and still leaves me perplexed. My best friend and I decided to meet up one night and ride together to our favorite lookout spots

to catch up. Everything was normal when we got up there. Same people we usually saw, beautiful views and good music playing. It was a good time and we shared plenty of laughs. When we started heading back down, we decided to stop on the side of the road and take some pictures together. We had set up our phones and used the self-timer to do a small photo shoot. You know, girly things. We hopped back in her truck, sparked a cigarette, put on our music, and continued down the road. She had mentioned that she couldn't find her phone, so I started to look for it while she was driving. I called it a few times, and we couldn't even hear her ringer that was definitely on. We figured

maybe it was left at the spot that we stopped at on the side of the road to take pictures. So, we drive up there, call it a few more times, and look around, but no phone. We had taken pictures with her phone and my phone when we initially stopped, so we were both baffled that it wasn't in her truck

or on the side of the road. We spent some time while we were parked going through her entire truck, but still nothing. What the hell? Where could it have gone? Did someone take it? We weren't getting anywhere, just sitting around being puzzled, so we both got back in her truck, once again, to go back home. This is when the atmosphere shifted. Our entire surroundings blacked out. Yes, it was night time, but still well before 10 p.m. I mean blacked out like we had entered into an abyss.

There was this eerie fog that continuously crept up and swallowed her truck for what felt like 20 gut-wrenching minutes. Everything felt off. I couldn't help but feel sick to my stomach. Something isn't right, I kept thinking. None of this makes sense. We're almost on to the main road again when I get a call from my best friend, the one who I was with. I'm spooked, but sure that someone was. is calling me from her phone.

She goes, What the hell? Answer it. I reluctantly answered, letting out a shaky, Hello? It's a guy's voice, and he replies all chipper.

Hey, can you hear me? Um, yeah, my friend lost her phone. We were trying to find it. He responds with, yeah, I found her at a gas station, and was going to head to her house

after this anyways. I paused. thinking to myself, the gas station? We never went to the gas station between the time we took pictures on her phone and started heading back into the city because we were still on the road coming down from the lookout.

There are no stops, let alone gas stations coming back down. And also, go to her house? How do you know where she lives? I'm so confused at this point, I can't even speak. My friend grabs my phone and starts talking to him asking where to meet. After he starts talking with her, she goes, Justin?

He confirms it is in fact him. Which gas station are you at? He gives her instructions, and when we both get there, sure enough, it's him with her phone. Her and I were both stunned. What are the odds that her phone vanishes while driving through this abyss and spawns into her friend's possession, who happened to be at this gas station right down the road from us.

I don't know. As weird as it was, her and I were both grateful that it was found and that we were safe, despite the hellish conditions. Hey, Raven. Years ago, I chained a girl's wrist to mine, and together we entered the foam, laughing and sliding and dancing,

wiping foam from our faces to cute. kiss. I stayed at her hotel that night. Then in the morning I left for my hotel, dizzy with drink and no clue where I was going. Eventually I found our hotel. We were in Cavos, the lads and I, our first summer away. I was still in special gear with leather underwear, wrist cuffs, and a chain. The only things that I had on. We had all dressed up. It was our first night on the island. That's why I didn't get the girl's contact, and probably why she didn't get mine. She was there with the girls. I was fresh with the buzz of novelty,

vibing from the night before, the romance of it all, slapping cuffs on a stranger, spending the night with her, someone just as crazy as me. As the nights came and went, I realized I was looking for her, scanning every club, my desire to find her becoming aching and feverish. Don't twist it. I was still picking up and it was a lad's holiday. But what I had from the girl with the foam was real. I knew that she was feeling the same.

Wherever she was, in this chaos, it was almost like an energy, a charge in the ather, something that we had created breathing of its own and willing a reunion. I never told the boys. They would have chortled, rubished it like I would.

One afternoon, deep into the holiday, I couldn't bear it. I went walking, something to quiet the mind. Release the yearning. The strip was quiet, bars were being mopped, and the odd scooter was cutting through. Revelers were in bed or round pools, nursing and plotting. I cut down a street, and then another aimlessly following my feet. I mean, the strip was huge, a good mile, hotels everywhere. I didn't have a clue where her hotel was.

I stopped, though, in the middle of a random street and eyeing a hotel car park, and wondering if this was the one. Something resonated. Maybe it was the front entrance. Something my sub collected the other night. Maybe we'd wandered and here smashed. And maybe it was nothing, just an ill-hearn clasping for something physical. I went in. my feet just took me.

Through the swing door, that lobby smell, the holiday, lobby, sun and chemicals, faces swirling away, open shirts, tiles, pamphlets, down a corridor with rooms on either side, just hard white paint, plain doors. I took a stairwell at the end and climbed a few floors and hit another corridor. Obviously, I reckoned with myself, like, what the hell was I doing? At the end of this corridor was a room with the door ajar. The door, dead ahead, was the end room. I kept walking, reasoning I'd turn at the door and repeat my steps.

I got closer and heard voices, quiet. The cadence of speech, but not words. An odd laugh piercing. And then one of them shouted. A girl. Girls having a good laugh. Obviously, everyone's on holiday. Trying to narrate events from here on.

sequentially, I'd be lying. But know that this happened. I pushed open their door, probably after listening outside, convincing myself it was them, her and her mates, all of whom I'd met at the foam party. They were from up north like me, similar dialect. The door swung wide, carried by its own weight, the knob bumping the wall. Three of them. Two sat on either side perched on furniture, and one on the bed.

sat looking up at me. It was her. We were stupevied as each other. Obviously they thought I've remembered where she stayed and come knocking. The reality was outrageous. The odds of me stumbling upon that hotel and that room, her two mates palmed their mouths recognizing me as if it was the most romantic thing. Turns out, she'd been lamenting losing me after the magic of that night, and we burned together long after either of us left that island. This happened back in 2002 or 2003, and really it's kind of a silly thing, but nonetheless it has stuck with me. I was about 13 years old, so all of us kids were still living at home,

following mom and dad's rules. My younger brother would have been about 10 or 11. Anyway, the story. My room was just off the living room at the front. of the house. I was in there probably doing homework with the door opened. My dad was upset because he couldn't find his flashlight. Sounds silly. Well, it was a heavy-duty flashlight that had a very bright beam and was heavy to pick up. I have no idea where he got it and how much it was, but it was just a nice one. So I start hearing him raising his voice to my younger brother about him losing it.

Now, my brother had ADHD when he was younger and very well could have been the one that messed with it. My dad was getting more irritated with every place he looked for it, but it had just disappeared. And my poor brother was getting yelled at to help find it. I was getting tired of listening to all this, and also getting sleepy from doing my homework and dozed off on my bed. In my dream, I was in my room. I walked over to a basket of clothes, and started digging through the clothes, and I found the same flashlight he was making such a huge deal about.

I suddenly woke up and still could hear them talking about the stupid flashlight again, so maybe I wasn't asleep for very long. I thought, what if? What if it really was in there? So, I walked over to my basket. Everything was the same as in my dream. I started digging. and I found the flashlight.

I honestly can't figure out why it was there. I never messed with it, and I had no real reason to even look there besides that dream. Here we are some 20 years later, and I still don't know why. I brought it out to give it to him, and he thanked me and apologized to my brother, but asked why I had it in there.

Why was I quiet when they were looking for it? I told him that I dreamt it, that it was there, and that's where I found it. So, I guess, something wanted me to find it, and it showed up in an unlikely spot. As far as I know, it hasn't happened again. You know, like finding some long-lost money. Hey, what's up, Raven? I've been checking out your stories for some years now, and they're very interesting indeed. As my name might imply, I've been studying and researching past lives, parallel lives, out-of-body, and near-death experiences, along with depot meditations and what's our reality here in this sense is really about.

I have a couple of stories to tell. I guess I'll give you this one first. I'll set the scene. My wife and I owned a little red Dodge Neon car at the time. We were sitting at a red light. waiting to cross the intersection, and to my left was the left turn lane. There was a big four-wheel drive pickup truck blocking my view from oncoming traffic. My wife, sitting in the passenger seat, of course, had asked me to let her see my wallet.

Now, I know most husbands don't just hand over their wallets to their wives, but this was not only my wife, but my soulmate, whom, I'm sure we've had many, many lives together, and I trust her more than anyone can imagine. Just a little joke there. But anyway, I had gotten my wallet out of my pocket and was holding it there for her to grab. As she did not reach for it right away, I looked at her with the,

You asked me for my wallet, look. And I wondered why she hadn't reached for it yet. When she then did take my wallet from me, I looked back up at the light to see that it had turned green. So just as I was about to let my full, off the brake and continue out into the intersection, a transfer truck came screaming past in front of us as he ran the red light. Now, I cannot explain the feeling that came over me when I saw this truck fly past in front of us.

I then realized why my wife didn't reach from my wallet at the time I had expected her to. She subconsciously saved us from being teaboned by this truck that decided it was okay to run a red light. Because any other time, I would have popped off at the green light, and we would have died instantly for sure. But the feeling that took me days to get over was the feeling of us dying in a parallel life. I just knew it to be so. But needless to say, I'm very cautious at traffic lights. You never know what's going to happen. My second story, I'll try to make it short but sweet, to say. I had a bad reaction to some medications. Laying on my bed, I found myself with bad stomach pains. Next thing I know, I'm standing in a room with five family members that have already passed.

I tried speaking to them, but no one would answer or even acknowledge me. After asking several times, I was getting pissed off. In the middle of asking again, I realized, wait a minute, I'm dead. As soon as I thought this, I was pulled out of this room, flying past the trees, past the clouds, cruising past at what I thought were stars at the time at phenomenal speeds. I need you in a seal of darkness, no fear, I actually said to myself. Well, cool. Looking at my body just floating in this darkness that was all around me, there was no light at all. I'm thinking, what the hell is this?

As soon as I thought this, the only way I can describe it is as if a plasma liquid was flowing in from what would be a horizon. Like someone or something was pouring it in. And I thought, cool. Then, one second, I was there in the darkness. The next second I slammed off my bed

and landed on the floor, shaking and vibrating uncontrollably. Years later, I realized that the plasma-looking liquid was my creation, rolling in, waiting for me to create my next experience. Your podcast has become a nightly ritual for me, and I thank you for that. A month after my marriage in 1979, my husband and I decided to drive to a San Francisco Giants game at Candlestick Park in San Francisco. We didn't have tickets, and we hoped that two would be available by chance. As we walked up to the ticket agent, we were told that the game was sold out. Disappointed, we stood outside the gates and didn't really know what to do.

At that time, a young couple approached us and asked us if we wanted tickets. We said yes, and they sold us the two tickets for a nominal fee. The tickets were on the third base side, and were sitting there. situated two seats above us. We all walked in and sat in our designated seats. We turned to the couple behind us and thanked them again. They were box seats and we couldn't believe our luck. The tickets were for a double header,

and as the first game ended, we decided to go get snacks. My husband turned to the couple and asked if they wanted anything, but to our surprise, they were gone. Thinking they may have just been stretching their legs, My husband left to get snacks and see if we could get tickets to another game later in the summer. He asked the agent for tickets on the first baseline, but could only get third baseline tickets. He bought two, and as he was walking down the steps, he called out to me and said, Hey, Sue, I got the tickets. They're for the same section.

Then he paused and said, wait, they're in the same row. Wait, they're the same seats. Out of 57,000 seats in the park, we ended up with the exact same that the couple had given us. What are the odds? Oh, and the couple? They never returned. Maybe this was a gift from his mother who died the past year. Who knows?

Hi, Raven. I love your videos. They keep me company on walks, at work, and I always have one to fall asleep. Oh, thank you. I don't have anything amazing to share compared to some of the stories you read, but it's the only story that I have that I have physical evidence of. I have some others, but they're all deja vu, dream Mandela effect related. It left me pretty shaken up at the time, but since finding your channel, I feel a bit calmer about it.

So, a couple of years ago, I lost one of my ear tunnels in my sleep. one or the other of them had occasionally fallen out like this before, but I'd always find it either on the pillow, in the bed somewhere, or on the floor beside the bed. This time, however, there was no sign of it. After looking in the usual places, I stripped the bed, got underneath it with a torch, even lifted the mattress, but nothing. I was pretty annoyed.

They were my go-to for everyday wear, but what can you do? I just put in a different one, ordered a replacement pair that were pretty much the same, and got on with my life, only occasionally wondering where it could have gone. Fast forward a year or so, and I get up as normal, walk, bleary-eyed to my bathroom, and when I look in the mirror,

there's a familiar indent on my cheek. I put my hands up to my ears to see which one had fallen out, and to my surprise, both tunnels were there. I still had morning brain fog going on, so I washed and brushed as usual, feeling discombobulated, and then went back to my room to get my phone. On the pillow was my tunnel. My hands went up to my ears again, thinking I must have been mistaken in the bathroom, but upon feeling that I still had both, I began to freak out.

I immediately went to the drawer where I kept my jewelry, wondering how my spare one from the original pair had got there, since I live alone, and hadn't taken it out of the drawer since I got the second pair. But it was still in there, and exactly matched the one from the pillow. In the year and a bit that had passed, I had not only changed my betting countless times, but replaced one set completely, as well as turning my mattress at least twice, and even getting a new pillow. It's been months now, and I'm still a bit freaked out.

about it, but it's what led me here. And it's really nice to know that I'm not alone in experiencing this kind of thing, as it sent me into a bit of an existential crisis at the time. Hello, Raven. I know I've had quite a few glitches in my life, but I've had so many happen that I've just gotten used to them, and I tend to forget them. I tend to get caught up in life's cares, so when one happens, I'm just like whatever, or of course this had to happen now.

Anyway, the most recent one that I had was sometime last week. I tend to sleep with earplugs in because I live in a high traffic area and I can't stand the noise. The earplugs that I use are of the foam neon green variety. That night or morning, I remember waking up part way and realizing my left one had fallen out. It was too groggy to look for it, and fortunately it was pretty quiet outside, so I just rolled to my left side, put that ear on the pillow, and went back to sleep. Then, after the sun was up and my alarm went off, I had to get up and log in to work. I work from home. And I didn't see my missing earplug, but I didn't have time to look for it, so I just got dressed, made the bed, and went into the other room to log in.

I remember that I actually went to the other side of the bed and everything, to smooth out the quilt. For reference, my quilt is brown with little pink roses on it. Not much green anywhere and definitely not neon green. A little later, I walked into my bedroom to get something from my purse and happened to look at my bed. There, on the smoothed over brown and pink quilt was my neon green earplug. I know I would have noticed it if it were there earlier, because it's bright neon green. Anyway, this is just a cute little story that I thought I'd share. Thanks, Raven, for providing the forums where we can share our strange stories.

A few years ago, me and my best friend at the time, we'll call her Jennifer, were at her house, having a good time drinking a little bit. We were dancing and singing along to music on the radio. But all of the sudden, the radio station was speaking Spanish. We're not Spanish, we speak English, and at the time we couldn't even remember what song we were singing and dancing to. We both knew we were singing along to it, though. But we didn't change the station or anything.

And all of the sudden, it just started speaking Spanish. We both looked at each other and said, what the hell? We were just singing along to a song. We knew the song, but we couldn't even remember what it was. We both shrugged it off and then said, oh well, and just went back to having a good time. Hello, Raven. I've been a long-time listener and discovered your channel not too long ago. I often play your videos as background noise while working or doing chores.

Sometimes I even rewatch them because I listen to them to fall asleep and then play them again in the morning when I wake up. Thank you. Today I finally found the time to write down my story. I'm not sure if it's interesting enough to be featured, but it's something that has been bugging me ever since it happened to me. A bit of background about me, I was born and raised in Vietnam. When I was a little kid, I didn't have access to the internet until I turned 10.

Even after getting my first PC, I mostly played online flash games. This was at least 16 years ago. As a child, I always had a wild imagination and often found myself daydreaming. I remember being around seven or eight years old, before PC, and I first started thinking about reincarnation, probably because my grandmother was deeply religious and into Buddhism. I used to wonder if we might all be one entity reincarnating into different beings. animals or different human beings, it doesn't matter, past, present, or future. Every time we die, constantly collecting experiences.

So basically, if I died, I could reincarnate into someone from the past or future, and when that version of me died, I could reincarnate into someone else. And the circle keeps circling. When I turned 15, I became more tech-savvy, started learning English, and fell into the rabbit hole of it. creepypastas and various theories. That's when I discovered that I wasn't the only one who had similar thoughts about reincarnation. It was strange because I'm certain that before reading those theories,

I had never encountered those ideas anywhere else. Anyway, enough about my background and the odd quirks of my imagination. The story I want to share is about my cousin. My dad is the oldest in his family. He has one brother and two sisters, my uncle and two aunts. One of my aunts has a daughter who's a bit older than me, and I vividly remember that whenever I visited my grandma as a child, this aunt and her daughter would often visit too,

and we would hang out a lot. However, when I was 19, my uncle passed away from an overdose. At his funeral, I met my cousin, my aunt's younger son, I was taken aback because I had never seen him before. I pulled my mom aside and asked who he was, and she told me that he was my cousin, and had always been around during our visits. Confused, I asked my older sister,

and she confirmed the same thing. He had always been there. I started doubting myself. Had I somehow forgotten about him completely? Or had I shifted into an alternate universe, where I suddenly had a second cousin. I tried to rationalize it by thinking maybe my aunt had divorced her husband long ago, and her son had been living with his dad.

But even then, wouldn't I have known about his existence, or at least met him before? For me, the moment I met him felt like the very first time. And I did not recognize his face at all, as if he never existed before that moment for me. me. Ever since then, whenever we have family gatherings, I've kept my distance from him, not just because he's into gangs and shady stuff, but because I still feel uneasy around him. It's been eight years since that day, and I've moved to Europe for over four years now, but

I still can't figure out what happened. Did I somehow forget about him? Or is something else at play. There were other strange things I've experienced, but I don't remember them clearly at the moment. Maybe I'll write about them another time, and thank you for reading my story. Hey, Raven, I have another strange story for you. It's kind of short, but I hope you can use it.

So I'm getting ready to go out with my husband. I go shower and proceed to do all the normal getting ready things that women do. hair, makeup, blah, blah, blah. Then I go to put on my deodorant. Simple, right? I pick up the deodorant stick with my left hand, pull off the cap with my right hand, apply it to my armpit,

switch the stick to my right hand and cap to my left, and then apply it to my left armpit. I go to put the lid on the stick, and my left palm hits the top of the deodorant stick. I look at my hand now with deodorant smeared all over the palm. There's no lid in my hand. I'm pretty confused at this point.

I think, well, I must have just dropped it when I switched it over from my right hand to my left. No big deal. Except I should have heard it fall. The bathroom is tile. So, I begin my search, not in the sink. I moved the shower curtain, nothing.

The vanity is about five feet long with the sink in the middle. Both sides have four drawers. My set of drawers is on the left. Next to the left of the vanity is the toilet. To the right is wall. Behind me is the tub and shower. I was standing in front of the sink with my drawer about a quarter of the way opened,

so if it did fall out of my hand, it should have fallen into the sink, or on the floor in front of me. But no, nowhere. I opened my drawer all the way thinking maybe it fell in there, which would be weird because I was about a foot and a half from the drawer. So I look through the drawer and I can't find it. I call my husband to help me because I feel like I'm losing my mind. He couldn't find it either.

I started pulling everything out of this drawer, and then in the far back right side corner, under a bunch of stuff I don't use, is the stupid cap. How? Even if it fell in the drawer, it should have been on top of everything at the front part of the drawer. I don't know how it ended up on the bottom in the back under stuff that I don't really ever use. I don't know that it's actually a glitch or just a what-the-heck moment. I have another bathroom drawer story for you, and I'll submit that one too.

Thank you, Raven. And I hope my story made sense. Hi, Raven. The story is about a glitch that I read. recently discovered. About a month ago, I moved into my apartment. I've been reconnecting with my spirituality again since then. I've always had a belief in the supernatural,

but I've always been a bit skeptical about whether or not our reality is a matrix, and after a few events, I believe that I may be beginning to, well, believe. After I moved into my new apartment, while I was using the bathroom, I would oftentimes mistakenly turn on the first of three light switches, which turns on the closet light. The closet is a separate room inside of my bathroom. There's also a light within the closet, which controls the same light. The other two light switches control a light above the shower and a light above the mirror.

I was a little confused why there wasn't a switch to control the vent that cools the room after you shower. after all, these are brand new luxury apartments. I thought that they just chose not to include events, which is fine, just inconvenient and a little confusing. A couple of days ago, I woke up and went into the bathroom to shower. I, again mistakenly turned on the first of the three switches, and the closet light didn't turn on. I turned the switch off and turned on the correct light switch. After I got done showering, I turned on the closet light switch. Or so I thought.

It didn't react, so I went to the closet and used the light switch in the closet which turned the light on. After a few moments, I heard a fan. I was very confused. Like, what do you mean there's a fan running? The bathroom doesn't have a fan, right? Well, now my bathroom has a fan. that it didn't have before. This isn't really terrifying as some of your other stories,

but I'm pretty sure I know what the first light switch in my own bathroom does. Or at least, what it used to do. I used to watch the birds fly as I walked to work at my last job. One morning as I was walking, I saw a bird in the sky. It wasn't far enough for me to confuse it with something else. I could clearly see that it was a bird, but it wasn't moving. It was just stopped there mid-air with its wings spread out, but not moving them. It looked like it was just frozen in mid-air.

I stopped there and watched it for a good three minutes. Confused? Trying to figure out how a bird could just be frozen mid-flight. And then eventually it did start moving, and it flew away. Hey Raven, how are you? I'm good, thanks for asking. Here's my other bathroom drawer story. This one's kind of short too, but it's a good one.

So after the story about the deodorant cap, I decided that I had to clean the drawers out. So I threw out a bunch of junk that I didn't use anymore. Just in case I dropped the cap again. It would be easier to find. Anyway, on to this story. I had purchased a really pretty necklace. It was wire-wrapped cords.

I love this necklace. I always keep it in my top bathroom drawer. Yes, right by the deodorant. So I'm getting ready for my day and go to put it on, but it's not there. So I dig through my stuff, even though I've cleaned the drawer out recently, and I still can't find it. And so I look in my regular jewelry drawer in my bedroom. Nope, not there either. So I give up, hoping that my grandkids haven't taken it somewhere.

Ollie, my grandson, likes to drop stuff down the vents. Does anyone remember the whole Woody-Dall debacle? Yeah, my life is a little strange sometimes. Anyway, back to the necklace. So it's missing for a few weeks, and I'm really missing my necklace. One morning, in my head, I ask the universe if I can play. Please have my necklace back. I finished drinking my coffee, go to get ready, open the bathroom drawer, and right there on top of everything is my necklace.

There's no way that it was there for weeks. I go into that drawer several times a day. I move stuff around, digging through makeup and lotions. But there it was, on top of everything that I've been using for weeks. It's crazy. I was so excited that I just thanked the universe for bringing it back. I don't know if it's a glitch or manifesting or what it is, honestly. I know this is a silly story with no real meaning,

but it makes me feel like even if it's a little thing, someone or something hears and will help you out sometimes. Sorry to get weird, but that's who I am. Thank you, Raven. I appreciate having a place to share my strange stories and much love. I frequently travel for work. Since I had a work trip scheduled around spring break, I took my college-aged daughter with me extending our trip to have some mother-daughter fun.

We flew out, checked in, and we went to the room putting our luggage in the closets and taking a look around. We wanted to relax a bit and watch a show before we went out. to eat. My daughter turned on the TV with the remote, and I saw her set it next to the TV. I should mention that this was a regular two-queen room, and in typical hotel style, the beds were made up in all white sheets. After a bit, we decided we felt rested enough to go out, so I told her to turn off the TV and I would get my purse. She starts looking around and asking me if I moved the remote, I tell her no, and we both start looking for it.

We looked all over the floor. We saw the beds were on a pedestal frame, so it couldn't have gone under. We looked all over the room, the bathroom, and even behind the pillows, moving both mattresses away from the headrests. No remote. We were both standing there looking at each other in disbelief when she glances down at the bed. Her mouth falls open and says loudly, Mom? I follow her gaze,

and there is the black remote sitting in the middle of her bed. The big, black remote on a perfectly white sheet. She's so freaked out that she wants to move rooms thinking the room is haunted, but the hotel is full. We talked and joked about the ghost for the rest of the trip. However, after I found this podcast,

I think that it was a glitch instead. Hey, Raven, I love your channel and your narration style is awesome. Thank you. I've submitted a few stories, and here's another one. The main character is my cat, Shadow. Obviously, he's black, he's cool, and he's also tricky. One beautiful summer day I had my grandkids over, Ollie, and Mirabella. I have a pretty big,

backyard that has a hill, and at the bottom of the hill is my garden area. It was pretty hot out, so I had the house closed up, because the air conditioner was running. Before the kids and I went down to the garden, I made sure the cat and dog were both inside. Shadow was sleeping on my bed, and Kujo was sleeping in the living room, so we, myself and the kids, go outside. I'm in the garden watering the plants, and the kids are on the the swing set next to the garden. A few minutes go by, and shadow comes walking in between my legs. I bend down to pet him, and I realize he was in the house sleeping.

How did he get out? All my doors have a screen door on them, plus the doors have round knobs and pull in to open. The kids didn't go back up the hill without me. They don't go anywhere outside if they can't see me. They get too scared. They're still little, so I know they didn't let him out. This was the first time, but there have been several other times since this one. Sometimes my husband is the one home and knows he didn't let him out.

Sometimes it's my mother-in-law. The thing is, how can he get out but not back in? I don't know how cats do it. I just find it fascinating. So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories on the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. If you did, and would like to listen to more of this, you can always check out the other episodes of the podcast, or support the channel further by actually going to my YouTube channel and checking out my videos.

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