As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 92 (CORRECTED AUDIO) | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: March 20, 2025

I go on a mini rant here at the beginning of this episode, stories start at 2:36 Also sorry for uploading the wrong audio earlier. My bad, lol. Welcome to the 92nd Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 15 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. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your own supports it! Scary story episodes 2 to 3 times a week (New stories On Wed/Fri, Comps/remasters on Sundays) If you have a story to submit, would like to find where to listen to the podcast, or want to find me on social media platforms, all of that info can be found at https://www.astheravendreams.com You can also send stories into my subreddit (r/theravensdream) or email them to me at [e-mail] Want to check out some ATRD Podcast Merch? ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Or for signed merch ➤ https://ko-fi.com/AsTheRavenDreams I wrote a novel, "The Insomniac's Experiment" by Raven Adams! Check it out on amazon (Or you can email me for a signed copy!) Join Patreon to get early access and support the Podcast! ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out my gaming channel with my pal Ghost_Ink ➤ @superNefariousBros On YouTube Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in todays episode... Hidden Fox, BluePantsNinja, Emma M, D14B0L1C4L117, Riddhi, Hidden Fox, Joseph de Castro, Sawyer, Tina B in WA, TheFlyingFireMedic, Aether, SG, Christina As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix #RedditStories 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

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I find this to be incredibly silly, because if I was going to AI-generate a voice, why would I choose this voice of all voices? I would probably sound more like Mr. Nightmare, or Joel from Let's Read, to be honest with you. But anyway, I'm not an AI-generated voice. The other day I had my wife on a podcast episode, she narrated, I think, two stories. And if you don't like her narrations, that's totally valid and fine. I just wanted her on for those who may enjoy her, since there aren't very many prominent female narrators I can think of. So offering more choices to those who want female narrators is always a good

thing. Anyways, and somebody accused her of being an AI generated voice, which again is so just silly and kind of assinine. But irrelevant. Um, well, it is relevant because I'm talking about it. So I guess my point here is if anyone wants to believe, I guess, that I'm an AI generated voice, you're free to do so. However, I invite you to go to YouTube on any Saturday that you're available this Saturday or next or whenever. Go and search as the Raven Dreams, find the YouTube channel with the same art, and on Saturday I will be live streaming with my life. I do not show my face because I value my privacy and anonymity. But we typically stream live, we just chat with chats or we live stream gaming, horror games,

liminal games, stuff like that. So yeah, we will both be there this Saturday and most Saturdays at 6 p.m. Central Standard time or Central Daylight time, whatever, 6 p.m. Central, so I'm trying to say. Come to the live stream, tell me that you think I'm an AI and I will tell you that I'm not. Yeah Anyways, feel free to leave a comment About how annoyed you were by this intro If you want, it's been two minutes, I've wasted some of your time, my apologies

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Yeah, here we go Hello again, and here is another weird story from my youth, around the time when I was still in college. As mentioned before, my friends and I are computer savvy, and we were nerdy in a lot of aspects. Information important to the story. The story takes place in May of 2013. It was a Friday, and we didn't have a class on campus, but my friends, Josh and Angel, came to pick me up from my apartment without warning. To go spending some time looking at parts at this computer store that had just opened up a new location across town. Not sure who all knows what a microcenter store is, but it's pretty much any computer geek, gaming nerd,

or anyone who loves or has a job to custom-build electronics, favorite store. They had everything there, from tiny parts like flash drives and SD cards to wiring, CPU shells, dozens of computers and server parts, and so on. This is what we did sometimes. Since we often got into projects fixing up or upgrading our own laptops and CPUs the way most normal people would work on cars. We spent a few hours there getting a list of things that Josh said he needed to make his super server at home.

And Angel didn't know as much as me or Josh, so he basically just kept walking around and asking questions. I took the time to re-up on flash drives for reasons I wouldn't disclose to Josh, who insisted I just liked this. them because they're colorful. But truth was, I used flash drives for various things. The new microcenter location was actually not far from a fancy shopping mall, and somewhere after getting all the things Josh and I wanted, Angel insisted we'd go get something he wanted from a shoe store at that mall. It was packed because it was a Friday, and I remember saying that the mall was

for rich, expensive people. To which Angel said, I know my whole family shops here, ever since they moved here from New York, and we basically hazed him for being a spoiled rich kid. We were looking for parking and found a parking garage on the south side of the massive mall complex, and the first six levels of the parking garage were packed right. Now, naturally, we were giving Angel the business verbally because we would have to pretty much park near the top floor of the garage

and had spent about 30 minutes combing each floor looking for a spot. We went up to floor 7, and it was the same story, and I remember we were about to tell Josh to just drive back down to the floor level and go find somewhere else. But Angel begged him to try one more floor, so we did. The next floor up was supposed to be level 8, but instead the floor level marker painted on the wall said level 7.5, and it was completely empty. Not a car on that floor at all. Even though we were slightly weirded out by the lack of cars anywhere on this floor, we parked near the area where the elevator would be on this floor, only there wasn't one. So we had to walk down to level 7.

We proceeded to enter the mall and shop. Angel got his shoes and we went back to the elevator. We ended up talking to some random couple on the elevator, and somehow the parking came up and we told them where we parked. The guy and the couple told us that there's no such level of sense. 7.5 at the mall, and that he and his girlfriend had been here over a dozen times. But we insisted that the floor did exist, and we offered him to come see. He and his girlfriend didn't want to, and they got off the elevator on the sixth floor. We rode to the seventh floor,

since there was no button for 7.5, and we walked up to the empty level, which was still empty, and there was Josh's car. The entire floor looked brand new, and there was a floor above that that led to the roof. So we drove all the way up and there were cars on floor 8, 9, and 10 where the rooftop was, but when we went down to the parking garage exit, Angel and I

counted the floors out loud, insisting we would get evidence of this weird floor with this flip camera. We counted down. 10, 9, 8, 7. We spent another 30 minutes going up and down the parking garage levels,

trying to get back, but As you probably concluded, the floor 7.5 was not there. It was so bad that Josh actually got in contact with someone who ran the mall, or at least had been working there for several years, and they said that not only has this parking garage never had a level 7.5, but the building hadn't had any parking extensions or upgrades in the last 20 years. New parking was scheduled to be built in the lots across from the giant mall, but that has nothing to do with us.

Josh told us what the experts said, and we all just agreed that we would keep the knowledge of the parking on the floor that didn't exist to ourselves. A week or so later, Josh almost drove us off the road into a ditch when the road ahead of us at night went from being straight to suddenly appearing as a hard right turn on the way back from hanging out at the club downtown. It wasn't that we didn't see the road. It was more like the road shifted from being straight to being a sharp turn. And it's hard to explain. But the best way I can put it is that the road flickered,

like a bad image and just changed. It was so bad we got out of the car and looked around, and the road did indeed have a turn there. None of us drink, none of us smoke, and none of us were tired or delusional. But, yeah, those are two of the glitch stories for now, and if my wife gives me permission, I'll share more. Hi, Raven.

I want to start off by saying that I love your channel and have been listening for almost a year now and can definitely say I've encountered some weird glitches, which is what ultimately led me to your channel. I have two glitches and the first glitch happened about a year ago. For the background of this story, I'm a college student, and I lived on campus at the time. We have many different food halls on our campus, and to get food they provide everyone with an ID card, which you can use for everything campus-wise,

and you keep the same one until you graduate. Me and my girlfriend at the time always go to these dining halls to get food together. Also, for reference, my girlfriend lived off campus, so she would drive to my apartment a lot, and we would always go back and forth switching between who drove to get food each day. So on this particular day, my girlfriend had driven up and she drove us in a lot. her car to go get food for dinner.

We got the food and she ended up spending the night and left her car in the parking lot. The next day when she was on campus for classes, she noticed that she couldn't find her ID card, so she couldn't get food in between her classes. I was concerned, but figured she probably left it in her car, or my apartment, since we had just gotten food the night prior. When she was done with classes, she looked all throughout her car and couldn't find it. And then in her own apartment, even though it shouldn't have been there. Sometimes I didn't always trust her judgment with finding things because she would lose things

quite often. So I helped her look. I double-checked her car, and we tore up my apartment looking for this thing everywhere. We even looked in my car thoroughly, even though it would have been impossible for it to be in there as we hadn't used my car since, or when she last had it. We gave up and she thought maybe it would show up somewhere eventually. A week goes by and she still hasn't found it and I'm driving in my car without my girlfriend. I went to the store to get groceries. I only had one bag so I placed it on my passenger seat and then I went to get food at one of our dining halls and I got the food to go. When I got in my car, I went to place my food bag on top of my grocery bag in my seat.

when I noticed a card flipped over on top of my grocery bag. Confused, I flip it over, and I see that it's my girlfriend's ID card. I freak out, in my head, scrambling for how this could have been possible. We checked my entire car, and especially in the passenger seat where she would sit. And again, it wasn't even possible that it was in my car because we didn't use it when she had her ID card last. I don't ever keep anything in my visor in my car, so it couldn't have fallen from that. And if something did fall from my visor, it wouldn't have been able to reach my passenger seat as it sits far back. It also blows my mind that it was perfectly lying on top of a new grocery bag,

which even in the slightest chance it was on my passenger seat, there would have been no way it could have been laying on top of a new grocery bag. and I would have seen the card in my seat while placing down the bag. When I told my girlfriend, she was just as baffled as me and freaked out over how it could have possibly been in there. I know she wasn't pranking me because I had to use my card on her food for the week, and she hated that I had to do that. She was about to buy a new one.

I also want to add that I don't use my wallet or anything. I keep my two cards in the back of my phone case, as it is easily accessible, so there's no way I could have mistaken it for any of my cards. Plus, I always immediately put my cards back in my phone case, as I'm kind of notorious for losing them. My girlfriend told me that it must have been a glitch in the Matrix, because she knows how much I listened to these stories. But I never thought I would experience one for my own. The second story is very similar to the last, and actually has to do with my car again. I have this favorite pair of sunglasses that I always keep in my car, because I always seem to drive around the time of day when the sun is setting and shining right in my eyes.

My girlfriend at the time was actually in this story as well, as we spent a lot of time together. She was visiting me in my hometown, and on this day we went out to run some air. I noticed that I couldn't find my sunglasses and was annoyed because the sun was blinding me. When we got back to my house, my girlfriend helped me check all throughout my car and in my seat, and the glove box, and everything else. They were nowhere to be found. I didn't think much of it as I probably just left them in my room or something, because I am known for misplacing things as well.

I looked in my room and all throughout the house, and I still couldn't find them, so I gave up. We stayed in for the night after that. The next day, we were leaving to go somewhere else, and as you can probably guess, I see my sunglasses lying perfectly on my seat. This freaked both me and my girlfriend out. Also, I would like to add that my family doesn't touch my car, and I always lock it and have my keys on me in my room, so... there's no way for anyone to have put them there,

nor would my family pull a prank like that. My girlfriend was also with me the whole time, and she wouldn't have done that either. I'm not sure if me in another universe is just moving things, or if my car serves as some kind of portal for taking items, and then later giving them back. But I just can't explain how these items just appear seemingly out of thin air. I've also noticed, since being a little bit of,

aware of this simulation that we live in, I've been experiencing more and more phenomenon. Please, if anyone has any sort of explanation or idea to explain this, let me know. I have many other stories of things going missing and reappearing, where they shouldn't be, as well as other weird glitches. I'll make sure to tell some of my other stories another time, but until then, thank you. On Friday, August 3rd of 2007, I was on my way to work, which was an hour from where I lived. I was coming up to a gas station that had the cheapest gas around, so I decided to stop and fill up my 1995 Accura legend. I figured I'd have the car gassed up in case my partner and I decided that we wanted to go anywhere.

I left the gas station, and less than a mile down the road, I come up to a red traffic. where I'm behind a Nissan Maxima, who is behind a cement truck. I have music blasting, so I didn't notice a Dodge Dakota pickup truck flying toward me. The driver had taken a new pain medication and fallen asleep at the wheel. He hit me going between 60 and 70 miles per hour. First, my power seat breaks and drops back as I see my rear windshield fly forward. I then smelt gas. ass, so I thought, I need to get out of this car before it catches on fire. So I roll to my left,

pull the door handle, and roll out of the car. I'm trying to orient myself as I see an older lady running toward me from a house on the corner near the traffic light. She gets to me and says, I've called 911, so they should be here any time now. Are you heard anywhere? And she started assessing me as I look down and see blood on my shirt. I realize that the only explanation I have for that is that I must have busted my lip. I had bitten my tongue, but it didn't seem logical that the blood would have come from that. She helped me over to a grassy slope near the road, and we sat down. Not much time passed before the rescue workers arrived, and one of the paramedics came over to talk to me.

The first thing he asked me was, how did you get out of that car? I was slightly puzzled as I said, I opened the door and rolled out. He shook his head and told me to think about everything and tell him how I escaped the car. The older lady who was sitting with me assured him that I had opened the door and climbed out of the car. He explained that there was no way I could have opened the door, and he asked me to follow him. When I stood up and turned around, I saw the other rescue workers cutting the door off. of the Nissan Maxima to get to the woman inside. I asked the paramedic with me if the woman in the Nissan was okay,

and he said, well, she certainly didn't fare as well as you, but I think she'll live, once they get her out, that is. And by the time he finished talking, we were at the driver's side door of my car. He pointed out how the frame of the car had bent, so that the back door was overlapping with the front door,

and there was no way the door could have been opened. The older lady who had been walking behind us, and when she heard this explanation, she exclaimed, Oh my, God himself must have opened that door because, as he is my witness, I saw that car door open and the woman climb out. The paramedic then said, I never believed there was a God, but if you two were telling me the truth, I'd have to say I might believe one exists now, not only because of that door, though. I was assessing the scene when we first arrived, and I noticed that the seat is lying flat. I assume that this car has power seats, correct?

I nodded to indicate he was correct. Well, I also assumed that you didn't have some foresight to know to lay the seat back. He continued. I shook my head to acknowledge that it wasn't me who put the seat down. He kept going with his assessment. Do you see the position of the rear windshield? If that seat hadn't broken, broken, the windshield would have decapitated you.

And something must have guided you to fill up your gas tank because, if you hadn't, your car would have exploded. I was thoroughly confused by this and asked him to explain. He was shaking his head in disbelief at the whole scene, but he then explained that gas isn't flammable, but gas fumes are. He said, the Dodge Dakota has a metal bumper, and it sheared off the top of your gas tank. If that tank hadn't been full, your car would have exploded. Yeah, I'm starting to see that not only is God real, but he must have you for a purpose. Because only an act of God could have done all this. While I do believe in God and recognize that they were the nagging voice inside telling me to get gas,

and they had to have been the one who broke the seat, I'm beginning to think there was a glitch in the Matrix that allowed me to open that car door, because that paramedic was right. The frame had been bent, and the driver's side rear door was overlapping the front door by at least four inches. I tried to open the door after he had shown me the anomaly, and the door wouldn't budge. I even asked if it was possible that the truck had moved more after I got out, and the tow truck driver who had arrived by this time said, No, the person in the truck fell asleep, so their foot relaxed onto the gas pedal, which caused them to speed up.

It's how we estimated they were going upwards of 70 miles per hour when they hit you. The only thing that stopped them from going through your car was the frame, and that's cement truck. I did notice when I originally went to check on the woman in the Nissan that the cement truck didn't look like it even got a scratch. The maxima looked like an accordion, and the woman was pinned inside, but otherwise unscathed. My car was impressively sturdy, in that the front of the car was, didn't seem to budge in all of it, unlike the maxima. I suppose if it had moved, I couldn't have easily rolled out of it. After going to the hospital, I was told that it was a miracle that I only had a few torn tendons and ligaments.

The paramedic had taken pictures of the car and was also showing everyone at the hospital. Hi, this story has scarred me for life. When I was younger, only about 10 years old, I lived in this 200-year-old house way out in the country in Wisconsin. It used to be a one-room schoolhouse back in the early 1820s. I promise this will come into context later. I lived with my dad and little brother. I had the biggest bedroom painted bright red and decorated and fancy and all sorts of things. One thing to mention is that my room was not originally built into the store.

schoolhouse and was added by the previous owners. One day I was helping my dad with the big burn pile out in our backyard when I suddenly got this overwhelming sense of, well, I couldn't explain, but it was bad. It was about 6.30 p.m. in the middle of August, and our bedtime was around 8 p.m. I looked at my dad and asked him, can I sleep in my little brother's room tonight? He looked at me puzzled. But you love your room.

I painted it red for you. You need to put it to good use. And then he went on a rant about how I needed to appreciate my room more and blah, blah, blah, blah, for an hour until it was 7.30, a half hour until bed. I could not shake the feeling of ickiness when we went inside and up until bedtime. I used to love going to bed because that meant tomorrow could come sooner, but now I was not having it. I couldn't fight with my dad, so I sat in my bed until I eventually fell asleep. At the time, I did not have any idea that this used to be a schoolhouse, and it had never been mentioned to me.

I started dreaming as usual, but it was lucid dreaming this time. Then, as if time itself had rewound, I found myself standing. ending outside what looked to be an old small house. I had no idea what was going on and was very scared, but I decided to go inside anyways. I started to walk forward towards an old door than what looked to be other children were passing by me, wearing dresses and braids and trousers and jackets. All of them looked slightly dirty. I stepped inside with the rest and was greeted by a tall man in front of a lot of chairs and tiny desks.

I was weirded out. Suddenly they all looked at me and started to whisper. The teacher looked at me and said, You don't belong here. His words hit me and sent a shiver down my spine. I looked around, and all the windows were in the same places as my house. The layout almost the same,

but it looked very old-ish, like I was in a different timeline. I felt everybody staring at me, One little girl walked up to me and tugged at my hand. I'm Edith. Come sit with me. Then I woke up in a cold sweat, and I was really panicking. It was 5 a.m., and I started screaming for my dad.

I told him all about it, and he took me to his old dresser in his room and pulled out a letter that had messy cursive written on the front. It said Edith. I was shocked. The letter told about school days and boys. at the end. It mentioned how a new girl came into class and how Edith offered her a seat. I couldn't believe it. And I'm still boggled to this day. Hello, Raven. I'll be submitting two stories today, separately, where the first one is a glitch and the second will be paranormal. This glitch actually happened with my dad who doesn't have any idea about glitches, nor does he believe in anything

supernatural, be it God or demons. He has been a logical and rational person throughout his life. So, about a year ago, while I was still in school, a classmate of mine and I used to take English lectures from the same English teacher at my place. He was a middle-aged married guy and also a good teacher. The only negative thing about him was that, after giving us some work to do, he would start gossiping with his friends or relatives over the phone. and honestly it was pretty distracting for me and my classmate. My parents also noticed this but couldn't really confront our teacher. After he'd be gone, our parents would criticize this habit of my teacher behind his back.

My dad is a school teacher himself, and he really loathed my English teacher due to him being so unprofessional during teaching. One evening, our English teacher gave us a test paper to solve, and then started scrolling through Facebook and watching videos. Yes, the sounds were distracting, but I'm pretty good at noise-canceling myself and focus on my work. My test went nicely, and by 9 p.m., both my teacher and my classmate left. At the time of dinner, I heard my parents having a light quarrel. Then my dad beckoned to me and asked, where did your teacher go in the middle of the class? I was trying to process what he had just asked

me. Go? He didn't go anywhere. He was sitting in front of us the entire two hours, I said. My dad had this stern look on his face, with his eyes fixed on me. His expression screaming, Oh yeah, now you're trying to defend that unprofessional man who leaves his students alone during a test? He again asked. He was sitting there the whole time, huh? Don't try to defend him. I've seen it with my own eyes. Your friend and you were writing your test and your teacher's chair was empty. He wasn't in the room. I was so confused. I admit that I had the whole self-noise cancellation on, but I'd have definitely noticed if he walked out of the room. And of course, my friend and I would have taken advantage of that, because who doesn't cheat during a practice test. But I'm absolutely sure

my teacher didn't even stand up from his chair. Later, my dad said that he could, could hear my teacher talking and giggling over the phone, but since he couldn't see him in the room with us, he thought he might have gone downstairs or upstairs on the terrace to chatter. And that assumption made my dad even angrier. He went downstairs, checked every corner but couldn't find my teacher. Now, my dad's got knee pain, so he decided not to check upstairs as he thought if my teacher was not on the ground floor, nor on the first floor as us, he must be on the second floor, which was basically just the terrace. According to my dad, my teacher was on the terrace chattering over the phone, and his chair

in our room was empty. He saw that with his sober eyes. The next day I told my friend about this, and he was also confused, as he, like me, did not see our teacher leave the room. My dad doesn't believe in supernatural stuff, so he still thinks that I lied to him to defend my teacher. I, on the other hand, cannot explain what happened that evening. Hello, Raven, I've enjoyed your channel for a few years now. It's kept me company during long research trips away from my family, and likewise when walking and running for exercise. Thank you. This happened to my uncle.

We'll call him James, back in the mid-1960s. Uncle James was an engineering student in the Portland, Oregon area, and was engaged to my aunt, who we can call Sarah. She was in college in Walla Walla, Washington, which is a really fun name, by the way, about 250 miles away. Whenever he had the chance, Uncle James would drive out to Walla Walla to see her. He had the opportunity when the semester ended and exams were over, and he loaded up his car and began to drive up the Columbia River Gorge toward Walla Walla. In the 1960s, Interstate 84 had not yet been built, and the only way up the gorge was old U.S. Highway 30, a windy two-lane road.

Being a confident young college student, Uncle James left Portland in the early morning hours in order to avoid traffic along his route. Hours later, as the sun was coming up, he began to feel tired and sleepy. This is no wonder as he had just finished a week of studying late at night and sitting for exam. but he was determined to push through it so he could see Aunt Sarah and enjoy the break from school. As has happened to most of us driving through the night in similar conditions, Uncle James began nodding off. And in those days with no Spotify playlists or energy drinks to help with keeping awake, this was quite tough. As he navigated a bend in the road that opened into a straight section of the highway, he looked in horror to see a huge tractor trailer on the wrong side of the road,

bearing down on him at high speed, belching out black fumes with its horn blaring. Uncle James yanked the steering wheel to the right, just missed the semi, wheels skidding and kicking up gravel along the shoulder as he slewed to a stop. Matt is Helen ready to shake his fist at the retreating truck, and perhaps also shout out to few choice expletives. he popped out of the driver's side door, only to see nothing. There was no truck, no residual exhaust in the air, no blaring horn, nothing at all. Had he fallen asleep and dreamed at all?

Had he hallucinated? Did he cross over into a nearby parallel reality where the truck existed in that exact spot, only to cross back? Uncle James had no idea, but recognizing that the universe had just done him a solid, he took the hint. He got back in the car and grabbed a couple hours of sleep. Hello, Raven, I've been hesitant to message you because I have lots of glitches and cannot decide which one to talk about. I started to watch your latest video and you asked, so you shall receive. Since I have a lot of glitches, I will demarcate them by story names, so that you can use them separately.

If you wish, you can refer to me as Blue Pants Ninja. Okay. For context, I'm a 37-year-old male, and I don't drink or take any substances. Story 1. Chicken breast. That summer, as usual, my mother would stay at my apartment. We live about 1,000 kilometers apart, so that she could spend more time with her grandchildren, my sons. One day she went to a nearby supermarket and bought chicken breast in bulk, like a lot, 15 kilograms or more.

It was a bargain, so to speak, and she wanted to buy more but didn't. She cut them into smaller pieces, put them all in their own separate little plastic bags, and stored them in the freezer. The next day she was cooking and asked me to help her with the kitchen table. It took up too much space, and she wanted to make it smaller. I have a table that could be slided sideways, and there's a pocket in the middle that stores a board that could be placed in the middle, making it larger. She asked me to take the middle part out and put it in the pocket under the table and slide the two parts together. That would make our table about 30% smaller. So I did that.

In the middle of the process, I said that the pocket was dusty and greasy. She took a cloth, wet it, and wiped it. The whole time there was a gaping hole in the middle of the table. Why is that important, you might ask, so that you know that we have seen under the table. Afterwards, I put the table back together, and my mother asked me to tighten the screws on the table's legs. It was shaky.

So I went underneath the table and did exactly that. There was nothing under the table. I stood up and said, Well, I'm done here. If you need anything else, just tell me. and at that moment, with my side vision, I noticed something underneath the table. I turned my head and guess what was laying on the floor. Chicken breast in a plastic bag.

A moment ago there was nothing. All the meat by that point was dealt with a day ago. No one opened the freezer. No one cooked chicken that day. Both my mother and I were in a field of vision of each other, so it wasn't a prank or anything. We both stood there in shock looking at it. I took it, and it was warm. Not even cold or de frosting, room temperature.

And it was summer. It was really warm, and the meat would spoil in a few hours, especially in a plastic bag, but after tearing the plastic, there was no smell or mold. Nothing. It was fresh. I insisted on throwing it out, knowing my mother doesn't like wasting food and would just put it in a fridge. That was one of the biggest glitches in my life, and a shared one,

but to this day my mother isn't even troubled with it, nor was she, that day. She knows there are strange things in my life and in my apartment. She's not denying it nor taking interest in my glitches, just gladly listens to my stories as good mothers do. Sometimes I think she is just a supporting NPC character in my life, like many others around me. Story 2. Blood Sacrifice This last summer, another major glitch happened.

Last week of the summer, in late August, my mother asked me to get the shoe under the couch. It was far away, and I didn't feel like lifting and moving the couch. So I took a broom handle and tried to push it from underneath the couch towards me. The shoe stuck, and I put too much force into the handle and broke it in my hand, cutting it deep. There was blood, and I now have a scar. as a reminder of the event. It would be with me for the rest of my life. After I stopped the blood and patched up my hand,

I was in a trance-like condition. Agitated, but not angry. No hesitation. Fight or flight mode, so to speak. I suffered a trauma, after all. So I decided to calm myself down by doing some chores. I poured a bottle of water from a filter in the kitchen and started to water my plants.

I have many, all gifts from girlfriends, plants that were not thrown out by previous tenants, etc. I have five bamboo plants from others and a five-year-old small lemon tree that has grown from a seed of a store-bought lemon. I watered all of them except the lemon. The bottle was empty. I stood up in front of it, inspecting, always watching out for new leaves, formations, branches, etc. Mind you a few months ago from that point, I replanted all of them in big buckets with new soil. They had plenty of light and water and were all growing, except for the lemon tree. It was devoid of new leaves.

I started the plant angrily and shouted, Why don't you have any new leaves? You have soil, water, sunlight. It's been three months. You must have new leaves by now. I immediately brushed it off and went to the kitchen to refill the, the bottle. I was gone maybe 30 seconds. Upon my return and reaching the tree to water it, I noticed, well, guess what? New leaves were growing in several locations of the tree.

They were small, bright green, and judging by the size about three to four days worth of growth. The matrix corrected itself immediately, and you may think, is that all, well, no, my dear friend, that's just the start. I immediately understood what had happened and made a connection with my mood and demands. I sat down in front of my PC and started shouting in the same manner. Why am I alone? I'm good looking, tall, funny, etc. It took a while to list all my positives. Why do I have nobody? There should be someone who's interested in me.

You get the idea. At the time, I had been alone for about a year and trying to date was miserable. Well, guess what? Fifteen minutes later, there was a message on a dating app from a woman who was very enthusiastic and eager to meet me. We met that day, and we dated for about three months. The best part was that she was everything I wanted and was thinking of the past year. Down to body shape, hair color, profession, I wanted to date a school teacher, and even medical conditions. I wanted to date someone who doesn't want or couldn't have children.

Don't judge me, I have two of my own, and in my age bracket it's common. She had two of her own and couldn't get pregnant without a certain drug. She had fulfilled every desire and need that I had at that point, and then we kind of drifted apart. A few times she told me that she has an irresistible urge to write to me or to meet. I went from nothing to everything done without me even lifting. a finger. That day of trauma she occupied my attention, and I forgot to ask for anything else. I lost that state of mind and I couldn't recreate it, but what if it was blood magic?

I spilled my own blood and demanded something in return and got it. Well, I don't really want to go that route and test it. In this story, we returned to that summer again, but the very start of it. It was early June. I was walking, being occupied with my thoughts, and one particular thought started to bother me. What if I have an emergency at my apartment? How would I handle it? Particularly with plumbing. I'm not a handyman, but I can knock the nail in, but prefer not to. I tend to damage things further if I'm trying to fix them. Is it just unlucky, or is it me sabotaging myself? I don't know. I'm just trying to stay at out of it and give it to professionals.

Anyway, I imagined the situation of a pipe-breaking, and later that day I fell asleep whilst watching YouTube. It was like a light sleep, surface level, and through it I heard the burping of water. I woke up and went to check, and my beloved water filter spit out the hose and was spilling water all over, enough to damage my apartment and the one beneath me. I was cleaning it until 4 a.m. And there was a long story with an old lady living beneath me and repairing the damages. A few days after that happened, I was dealing with all that, and I had another thought.

What if something like that happened to my ex-wife? For context, she is living on a neighboring street to me with my two teenage sons. We get along very well and visit each other regularly. My thought pattern was something like this. what if something like this happens in their home? What would they do? Maybe they would have to stay at my place, etc. At that point, my ex-wife and sons were visiting some relatives

and were about to get back in a few days. On the day of them returning, I received a call for my oldest son. Hey, Dad, can we come over? Of course, is everything okay? Not really. We have a hot water pipe burst in our home. mom said to call you and stay with you until she can handle it. I spoke with her later and she told me that as soon as they got back home,

a week later after they left, she went to wash hands in the bathroom. She turned the valve and the hot water pipe burst. Everything is fine now, but soon after, I got a call from her brother that we talked through from time to time. And he said that he had a burst of a pipe in his country house that he was visiting that week. It's either precognition or manifestation of a situation. I don't know, but there was a glitch.

I had to fix my three-step kitchen filter. I had to replace some parts that were spat out by water, and I decided to take extra precautions, so that would not happen again. I ordered online a package of small plastic clips that tightens the hose of a filter, making it harder to detach. I've ordered five. I got my package with five small,

blue clips and decided to put them on the filter. I only needed two. The filter has a hose again going in and going out, so it's a two-sided clip job. I took one and placed it on the side of the filter that is closer to me. It's under a sink and a kitchen cabinets. You have to crawl to take it out. I took a bag with the four remaining ones, took another, and then put a bag on the surface nearby above my head. I reached under the sink to place the clip, and it slipped and, it slipped and fell further down into the dark. Well, I had to either search for it or take a new one. Good thing I had spares.

I decided to grab a new one, and I couldn't remember where I put the bag with the remaining clips. I looked around and noticed that, near my leg, there was one lying on the floor. The one that I lost was in another direction, so that wasn't it. I took it and placed it on the farther part of the filter. Afterwards, I took my phone, turned on the flashlight, and got under the cabinet in the sink. I found the clip that slipped, and now count with me here. One on each side of the filter.

That's two. The one I dropped? That's three. How many remained in the bag? Also three. So a total of six. I bought five. The one that I found near my leg wasn't there before I needed one, but I couldn't find the bag in the Matrix

gave me a new one. I guess fixing my filter was a very important event, so I got assistance. I put the slipped clip into the bag, and all four of them are somewhere in my tools closet. I haven't checked it since then, but who knows? Maybe it's corrected itself, and there are now only three in the bag. This is another story from that same person. The lady with a weaved bag. I have a routine.

When the weather is good, I try to walk a lot, getting those pesky steps in. My route is usually the same, around the neighborhood, visiting stores, checking for sales, etc. At the end of my street, there's a mall. It has two floors. One's mostly a big supermarket, the second one up top, is a variety of stores that are of no interest to us. Near the mall, there's a separate building that hosts exactly that supermarket, but a bit smaller. For whatever reason, management decided to put two identical stores nearby each other as anybody's guess.

The mall is at the end of my route, so I visit it, go to the supermarket, leave it through another exit and set course to home at the opposite end of the street I was walking on. Then I visit the second supermarket of that brand in the stores on the side of a street. That day, nothing interested me, and I bought nothing. but at the mall I stumbled upon a woman. For some reason, I even stood up watching her. Nothing spectacular. A middle-aged woman, normal-looking,

but she held a white wool-weaved bag with holes in it. I couldn't understand why I was so interested in her. At first, I thought that I liked her and wanted to chat with her, but after some consideration, I came to the conclusion that that was not it. Maybe her bag was interesting. The past girlfriend of mine that we had broken up with six years ago got into wool weaving while we were together, and I have a lot of wool toys and hats in my home.

She also planted the lemon tree from a previous story. The bag was interesting, but not so that I froze staring at her. This woman was in the meat aisle checking out hot dogs. I brushed it off as something that was of no importance and decided to go further. I left the store and was walking through the cashiers to the farthest exit of the mall, and there was that woman, paying with a card, and putting groceries into the bag. In 30 seconds, I left the building and went to another one. The next supermarket is about 2,000 meters apart, maybe a little more.

There's a direct road from one to another, and I could have seen the only entrance to the second one the whole time I entered, and I didn't turn into the dairy aisle as usual. I decided to quickly sweep the store and go home because I was tired. In the second supermarket, in the meat aisle, was standing the same woman, checking hot dogs. Same appearance, same bag. I was baffled. For a minute, I wondered if I should talk to her and I didn't.

I told that story to my mother and she said that was probably, that the woman used a car and beat me to the nearby store, but I was far ahead of her. By the time she would have left the mall, gone to the parking lot, drove 200 meters and parked, I would have swept the store five times. Not to mention, I would have seen her entering, but I didn't. Afterwards, I started to listen to your narrations, and this is a common occurrence, I guess, doppelgangers. I have a morning routine. After I wake up, I go to the kitchen to load the coffee machine,

and on that particular morning I did it like usual, but for some reason I went back to my room and fixed my bed. I usually don't. Whilst I was in the room, I heard the coffee machine noises and pressure, blowing up coffee into the cup. After I was done in the room, I decided to go to the kitchen. At that point, you need to know the layout of my apartment. Upon entrance, there's a hall space,

my rooms to the left, guest room to the right in front of an entrance, and to the right of a little hallway, is connecting the kitchen. There's a bathroom and toilet as well. Between the bathroom and toilets and in front of the entrance to the kitchen, there is a lamp on the wall. It has a chain mechanism which you need to pull to turn the light on, and then pull it off. Well, the chain is a long time broken, so I just turned it upside down and screw it in or screw it out when I need the lights. That particular light is always on at night. So I went to the kitchen but didn't quite make it. I needed to go to the toilet.

So I machinely unscrewed the bulb and entered the toilet. In the past 20 seconds, the lights go bright again and the coffee machine starts pouring again. It's like time has gone a minute before the time that coffee was pouring, and the bulb was screwed in. To my regret, I didn't check the bulb. I just unscrewed it again. If it was screwed all in, I would have undoubtedly known that it was restored to its position. But now, maybe it just got touched the right way and I didn't unscrew it properly, and the coffee machine noises were just imagined.

This is another story from the same original poster. One day I was watching some glitch stories in my room, and for whatever reason, I didn't turn out the light in the hallway. It has three sockets in a line with two working bulbs, and one isn't working for a long time. It was bright enough, and I left it like that. So I was watching videos and to the left of me, my side vision catches a bit of hallway light. Then, a bright flash lit the room. I stood up to investigate and went to the hallway. The third bulb was lit.

I stood there looking at it for about five minutes and said out loud, well, I guess it's broken. There should only be two of those working. I was calm, used to glitches at that point, and I just went back to the room, watching the video that I had paused. I decided not to turn the light off. Why? No idea. I just didn't care. Five minutes pass and there's another flash.

And again I went to investigate. Now, one bulb is not lit, as it should be, but the opposite end was. The Matrix corrected itself in a hurry, but the intern forgot which one should be broken, I guess. For some reason, writing all of these drained me so much that I could not think of anything else, even though I have plenty more. If you're interested, I will make a part too.

And I hope you find some use for my stories. Hi, Raven. I actually wanted to take a break from sharing the crazy Recycle Center stories and go back to something you've posted recently, particularly in the glitch category. You did a story about a man who was able to pretty much come up with contingency plans for fate, and a woman who woke up in an alternate reality. and it got me wondering if I should send in the story about an ability that I stumbled across when I was a kid, and still have to this day.

It's not something I can do on command or anything like that, but it's something that I've tested and know to be true. I call it the sight, and as always this is a true story. The first time I realized I had this ability was when I was a kid around the age of maybe 11 or 12. My sister was in the kitchen cutting an orange with a knife, and I walked in for something I couldn't remember. But I saw her cutting the orange, and for a second I saw myself warning her to be careful, or she would cut her finger really badly. I was confused and didn't say anything, and she did indeed slice into her finger significantly. And I always felt horrible for not saying anything. It was an odd sensation, because I felt like I saw it happen.

and maybe if I had said something it wouldn't have happened. The next time I remember it happening was during my 12th grade year, when I was riding with friends to go to a local mall. My friend who was driving at the time had a habit of speeding, and I was very uncomfortable riding with people who drove aggressively because I found out later on that it triggered my ability, in an aggressive way sometimes. And this instance was one of them.

We were approaching a four-way traffic intersection, and I remember the light was turning yellow, and I told my friend to slow down and not risk it, and he reluctantly decided not to gun it, as many people do on yellow lights. We watched traffic go through the intersection, but before our light turned green again, I saw a small car come flying through the intersection and hit us as we were passing through. I immediately told my friend, I don't think you should gun it through the green this time, and I guess I looked distraught enough for him to listen to me, and sure enough, when the light turned green for us, a small car in the cross traffic ran the red light and hit the car on our right,

which did take off immediately when the light turned green. My friend looked at me shocked and kept asking me for the rest of the day how I knew it was going to happen, and I kept telling him that I didn't know. But it's been something that happens on and off with me since I was a kid. Another instance is when I started learning martial arts and would have to train in sparring matches. There were moments when my reflexes saw things that I didn't see naturally, but there were also moments where I would see entire scenarios play out before they happened,

and it was like I was being granted the choice to change something significant in order to change the outcome. Like I said, it doesn't happen all the time, and I have no control over when, when, where, or what scenarios it happens with. But I do know that there was a fight that I was in for my black belt, or I was up against an older, higher-ranked black belt. And he threw a blind back kick at me that I saw and dodged before it actually happened.

It's on video, so there's proof of this. And after the fight, the higher black belt told me that even he didn't plan to throw that kick, and he wanted to know how I knew to dodge it. We basically just said reflexes. There have even been conversations with my wife where I've seen what happens when I say certain things. I'd see the conversation play out and go horribly wrong if I said the wrong things, so when that moment actually came in reality, I would say something different and change the outcomes of the event.

The times I changed nothing, the conversations would go just as planned. And I even got into the habit of telling my wife when I see certain things. things play out, just so she knows that I'm trying to avoid the negative outcomes that I've seen before. She's very understanding about it, and both of us are believers, in case anyone out there is wondering, and she has her own glitch stories that she's told me about, so this isn't an untouched topic in our household about odd things that shouldn't be there. If you choose to read this story for your audience, Raven, I wanted to make sure that the lady

from the alternate universe and the man with the ability to counter plan against fate understood that they're definitely not crazy and they're not alone out there at all and I hope these instances for my own life help your platform has given a safe space and a community to many people that otherwise wouldn't have been able to feel safe or sane otherwise and we all thank you for what you do sharing our stories with the world Hey Raven, long time no see, or here. Either way, it's the laundry list guy with just two new glitches to submit.

I hope you're doing well. It's presently February 1st, 2025, and I'm currently in my roommate's bedroom staring at a mushroom painting that she made recently. But she used to have art print slash posters that was dark blue with moon phases cycling in a straight line in the middle. I asked about the previous decoration, and it apparently never existed. I was told the wall has been empty, for the last ten years that she's lived here,

and yet I distinctly recall a piece that she's never seen before. Weird glitch, missing art. The other was from when I was a teenager. My brother and I got into an argument about playing a DS game. Admittedly, it was his, but I was using it at the moment, and so I grabbed my copy of Pokemon Diamond, and threw it into our hallway towards the living room. My brother went after the game cart, assuming I threw his game,

and I went back to playing on my DS. After a while, he came back and started yelling at me for tricking him because he couldn't find the game, and also realized I was playing on my DS. I gave him his game cart and went to find my game, but no avail. It vanished. I looked for the rest of the day, and years after, from time,

time to time, around the house, just in any place that I could think of, or even that wouldn't make sense. Even having the carpet replaced at one point, and I never did get that game back. It's a shame. I had the event Joto Trio, one of which I traversed a blizzard in Oklahoma to my local game stop. aptly, it was for Swaycoon. But that's the way of the universe, or simulation situation that we're in.

I got my karma and lost my game, all because of what I was doing, and I knew I had no justification. Don't covet and such. Either way, thank you for reading this, and I hope you're doing well, as well as everyone else here. Good tidings, and I hope we all make it out okay. Hi, Raven. I'd love to share a bizarre experience I just had, and get your thoughts on it. I was at Walmart, which I visit daily due to my child's super-specific eating needs. As I was coming out of Walmart, I saw a huge commotion on the highway with police cars and an ambulance.

Given my driving anxiety, I usually avoid highways like the plague. But something weird happened. My trusty 2019 Buick Enclave, which is always well maintained, suddenly had no power and wouldn't unlock with my key fob. I thought for sure the battery was dead, so I bought a new one, but it still wouldn't unlock. I contacted roadside assistance, but after a 90-minute wait, I decided to try again, and to my surprise, it unlocked, and it started right up. I noticed the police were gone by then, and I'm left wondering if the universe was trying to prevent me from driving past the highways. Was it just a crazy coincidence, or was something more mysterious at play?

And what do you think happened? I'm going to preface the story by saying that I know I was driving like a jerk. It had been a very long day. A friend of mine works with me about one and a half hours away from home until we get a place in a few months. So we carpool a lot of days to save gas. We were on our way back home one night, on the interstate, and some dude in a red Dodge van was camping in the left slash passing lane,

going under the speed limit. I flashed my lights a few times. I gave him some time, but he didn't care. So I passed him on the right and got back in front of him in the left lane, much further ahead. Suddenly this dude was tailgating the hell out of me. I break-checked him, but he kept riding my back end. So I finally let up and decided that I would allow him to pass me, just so he would stop being a pain. I could see in my side mirror on the driver's side as he was coming up to pass me. I could see the silver Dodge logo across the front of his old red van. Then the car passed me, and all of a sudden it was blue. Like bright, freaking blue.

I had to do a triple take. I looked all around me, no red. Red Dodge. My friend told me that he was pretty certain the car was blue the whole time, but he was really only paying half attention. And I swear to God, I had my eyes in this thing for quite a while, and it was red. Not only that, but the blue Dodge that passed me appeared to be a newer, different model, an SUV, not a van. This isn't my first glitch, but definitely one of my most undeniable ones. Hello, Raven.

I only just started recently listening to your episodes on YouTube. They've been thought-provoking, and thank you for keeping my mind busy while they work on projects or play games. Thank you for listening. For context, I've been married for nearly three years, and I believe I've been living in this version of reality for almost two years. A year into my marriage, a lot of things changed. And I could tell because I had a very physical change.

There was a point in my marriage when I had realized that I'd become lactose intolerant, literally overnight. After some research, I had found that this can happen, but rarely. So I brushed it off. Another change, though, was my wife's demeanor. She was always kind, shy, and curious about things that I liked. but after that overnight change, she wouldn't even register when I talked about my hobbies. She was rather stern with me at times over nothing,

and she seemed to have become obsessed with the idea of saving and earning money. In the past, she trusted me to handle the finances, but now she's tried to take over the finances several times. The last thing that made me really consider that maybe this was the life I had lived in before was the fact that my parents, who were very no-nonsense and do something practical, were suddenly very accepting of my wanting to do stage and voice acting, like something had flipped again overnight. Maybe I'm just imagining all these connections,

but I think I was glitched into a parallel timeline or simulation with subtle little changes. I've not had anyone to tell this to, so thank you for allowing me to address this. Here's hoping that maybe the other me or mees are happy where they are. For a bit of backstory, I teach first aid classes. Class typically runs from 0800 to 1,700 hours. However, I try to wrap up the class at 1,600 sharp to give ample time for the students to write their exam, and so I'm not there too late.

The class is designed to allow a specific amount of time for each specific topic, so I run on a very tight class schedule. I have a piece of paper that maps out how long each topic is supposed to take. That way I know if I'm ahead or behind schedule. The entire day, I was ahead of schedule, and looking forward to having some extra time before the exam to review any questions with the students. It was 1530s, so I'd have a good half hour of review with them.

I was paying meticulous attention to the clock, making sure that we kept up the pace, making sure I was on schedule. I was, or so I thought. As I finished the last section of the day, I gladly announced to the class that now it's time for exam review. However, the class declined and asked if they could just write the exam because it was 1630. How? When I thought it was 1530. This entire time I've been watching the clock, keeping up the pace of the lesson just like I always do,

never adding in anything extra. How did I lose an entire hour out of the day? I look at the classroom clock, 1630. Check my wristwatch, 1630. I checked my phone, 1630. It kind of freaked me out a little bit, but I played it cool and handed out the exams. I'm just posting this here to know,

how could this have happened? And if you all think this is some sort of glitch in the matrix. I've been teaching these classes for five years. I have my schedule down to a finesse. Something like this has never happened to me before, where I've lost an hour out of the day. I would have had to have been adding extra stuff, which I never like to do

as I know how much it can eat into your time. 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 as the ravendreams.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.