As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 94 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: April 16, 2025

Welcome to 94th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 24 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. #AsTheRavenDreams #TrueScaryStories #GlitchInTheMatrix Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in today's episode... Sarah B, Marc G, AshleySee, Elisabeth, Artemis, Racecarchick, Julieta M, Heather YB, Lupin F, Moyst-Edd, LH, Blue Rose, kiwithecat8811, Liz Emerald, Ted W, Madds, Heather, Brandon, Virginie, Kevin R, Emily T As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… 1 ➤ 1:31 2 ➤ 6:58 3 ➤ 12:01 4 ➤ 16:17 5 ➤ 23:04 6 ➤ 27:55 7 ➤ 32:21 8 ➤ 36:32 9 ➤ 39:25 10 ➤ 44:49 11 ➤ 46:30 12 ➤ 50:47 13 ➤ 55:46 14 ➤ 58:22 15 ➤ 1:05:13 16 ➤ 1:07:34 17 ➤ 1:09:20 18 ➤ 1:11:25 19 ➤ 1:13:52 20 ➤ 1:17:00 21 ➤ 1:22:22 22 ➤ 1:23:48 23 ➤ 1:27:47 24 ➤ 1:31:42 Ad spots after the first story and around 65 minutes in ----- #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

Hello and good afternoon, or morning or evening, if you're not listening at the exact moment this went live, or whenever, I don't know. I hope you're all doing well on this beautiful Wednesday. Hope it is a beautiful Wednesday for you so far. Hope your week goes fantastically for you, of course, the rest of the week. Today, we have a bit of a hefty glitch episode. These are all new. None of these are reused stories like the Dark Dreams episodes. These are all brand new.

we have about almost an hour and a half ish worth the stories 24, good even two dozen stories for each day that kind of run the gambit so hopefully you all enjoy them

if you do great I know not everyone enjoys the glitch stories but they're kind of a staple on the channel so yeah if you were on a platform like Spotify that lets you do comments

leave me a comment down below with your favorite sci-fi book if you have one I know that's a bit of an odd request but I'm actually looking for some more sci-fi to read here soon. In my personal time, I mean, not like on the channel or anything. I'm a pretty big reader, if you all don't know. So, yeah, let me know your favorite sci-fi book, your thoughts on the stories, which one was your favorite, which one was

your least favorite? Really up to you. Other than that, again, hope you have a beautiful day. Hope I see you again here very soon, but until then, enjoy this glitchy goodness. Dear Raven, I've been listening to your channel for several years. It's something that I really enjoy and often listen with my teenage son. I really appreciate your narrations, your kindness, and the incredible stories people have shared. Well, thank you for listening. This is a slice of a longer story that I should write out and share. Let me know if you're interested.

I am. I'm 50 now, and this happened nearly 30 years ago. When I was going through a period of many mystical, psychic and strange things, happening to me. It's been my experience that these times come in waves and are not always as obviously present in my life. At the age of 20, I had moved back from Vancouver, BC, to Ontario, north of Toronto. Over the next year or so, I was lost in my life and feeling very behind those my age who had already done two years of uni or college. While I still didn't know what to do with my life, I had started going to a psychic healer for advice,

as conventional decision-making wasn't working for me. She had told me that I must go to Findhorn Scotland and learn to work with the devas which are plant spirits or natural spirits. To me, that really sounded like the most unlikely, unrealistic, unexpected solution. I was thinking of practical, normal steps like school and humble. work path. One day, before an appointment with her, I was going through a bunch of pages of my writing and sketching, trying to find something I had written about, why I shouldn't have to go to

Scotland. Instead, I found a page I had drawn on months ago, before meeting her while smoking pot and drawing. It was a small sketch of her, with some symbols that represented the ripples of our actions and choices, rippling out into the world around us, and the directions of our lives. I was shocked. I showed it to her at our appointment that day, and she saw it as representing her as well. But I still didn't want to go. During that same year, I had met someone who became my boyfriend. He then moved to Ottawa and was living in his brother's basement and invited me to come.

The psychic predicted that everything in my life would fail until I went to Scotland, which ended up being true, but I wanted a new start and was not interested in going to Scotland. I quit my part-time job abruptly and moved five hours away to be with him. The specific glitch that I'm writing about happened one afternoon as we were walking along the St. Laurent Boulevard, from the train station at the mall, back to our apartment, after having spent the day exploring the downtown. It was about 4 p.m. in May.

The sun was still up and still lots of light in the sky. We're walking along this road that has two lanes each way, about to cross the intersection with a smaller side street. As we approach the side street, a car pulls up to the side street stop sign. There are no other cars in the side street. In the front passenger seat of the car are two young women. White, early 20s. The driver has longish, curly, light brown hair.

We stop walking to wait and let them go. But the driver smiles and points her finger in emotion telling us to cross. When we are almost across the intersection, I turn to wave thanks and my boyfriend also looks. We're stunned. The car we had just walked past, the only one. only car on that side street, now only had one occupant. The driver is a large, bodied, black man.

No women in the car. No other cars. Just, what the hell? They turn right when we are finished, and after that turn left, off of St. Laurent, into a road with the park. We think of following just a sea, but we don't. Instead, we go home. That period of my life was so far.

filled with intuition, strange dreams, and unusual premonitions. And yes, that relationship did fail about two months later, although we are still distant friends. I moved back with my parents and got a crappy part-time job to say to go to Feinhorn. I went the next year and in nearly every way it did change me and my life course. Later I did go to school, although I was so nervous that it took a few signs for me to believe it was possible to succeed, and then I settled into the work of my profession, and life went forward. Sometimes, there are things that we are meant to do, and the universe supports and insists that we do them.

I've been stuck glitching between two realities for a few years now, and I don't know why or what causes it. They're basically the same with major events and such being the same in both. Just the details keep changing. For the record, I'm of sound mind, no history of mental illness or drug use that could cause this, and I have a pretty good memory in general. There are details that I keep track of, and I tell my two best friends, because they are two of the details.

In one reality, they both have blue eyes. One friend had blue-gray and the other has blue-green. In the other reality, they both have different shades of brown eyes. Solid-brown and brown gold. My girlfriend's eyes also change between blue-gray and solid green, and not in the way that some people's eyes can change depending on what they're wearing or whatever. I'm talking a complete shift from light blue to green without any gray in them. very distinct difference.

Another thing that changes is the manager at my local Taco Bell. A weird thing to notice, but I'm there regularly for lunch because I work in the building across the street. The manager's name is Sam, and Sam has been working there for a long time, and we've become very friendly because she's usually working the counter when I come in. She wears a lot of different and weird earrings, and I always make a point to compliment them whenever I go in. I've realized that sometimes she just has the regular earrings, and sometimes she wears a double piercing. But when it's just the regular, she doesn't even have a double piercing. No hole, no scar, nothing, just the single piercing in both ears.

since she has her hair in a very short pixie cut, her ears are always visible. I've brought it up to her a couple times, but she always looks confused either way, saying she's always had a double piercing, or she has never had a double piercing. A very popular animated Christmas movie came out a few years ago, and I remember being really excited because the main character

was voiced by one of my favorite actors. but sometimes he isn't. Sometimes he's voiced by another popular actor with a completely different accent. My brother is also a big fan of the first actor, so I've mentioned it to him a few different times on different occasions, always beginning with the question, who voices the character in this movie? And then I Google it, and the answer changes every few weeks, which is about how often. Often I think about it, and the glitch overall.

Finally, and honestly, least, but still worthy of note, there's a painting in my mom's house that used to belong to my grandma. It's an ornate frame, and the painting is of pink roses spilling out of a vase. It used to hang in Grandma's dining room, and now hangs in our living room. Sometimes the pink roses are completely replaced with blue hydrangeas, still spilling out of the same vase, not a rose to be seen, but the rest of the painting and frame are the same.

I don't remember the blue flowers ever being present at my grandma's house, and I don't recall my friends or girlfriend's eye colors changing while we were all in high school together, which was when we met. We're nearly 30 now, and I've been noticing these things over the course of the last seven years or so, But I'm writing this all down now Because I've recently discovered another thing that keeps changing Once again, involving my girlfriend who lives with me. I drive a black Honda, and she drives a Subaru Outback.

Sometimes her car is silver, sometimes it's green, dark green. But I've realized that when her eyes are green, her car is silver. When her eyes are blue, the car is green. But her license plates are always the same, as is the beaded chain hanging from the mirror and the small dent on the front fender from when I accidentally hit her car while taking out the trash can.

It's a very chaotic and kind of random list of things, and I know it's not scary, but it does freak me out whenever I think about it. Hey, Raven, I've been sitting on a glitch story, for a couple of years, meaning to write it in, but something happened last week that I feel takes precedent. My friend Salem is visiting my partner and me in Chicago from Kansas City, hoping to stay the entire month before moving here this summer. Since we both work from home, we've been co-working in my guest room slash office while she stays with us. We live in a typical Chicago apartment,

complete with a small but still functional kitchen that we often, and lovingly, refer to as the one-butt kitchen. Last week, Salem and I were making our morning coffee before settling in for work. I went to put the oatmeal back in the fridge, leaning over the open door to avoid adding one more butts to the already cramped space.

But because the door blocked my view, I didn't see Salem's ceramic mug on the counter, Before I knew it, the mug and her freshly made coffee were splattered all over the floor. Salem had a Zoom meeting, so I told her to go ahead, then I would clean up and make her a fresh cup. I wiped down the floor, scrubbed the mug, and set it back on the counter. As the new pot of coffee brewed, I poured some oat milk into her mug, only to watch it immediately leak out from the bottom.

My stomach dropped. The mug must have cracked when it hit the floor, and it wasn't just a hairline fracture. The oat milk was leaking straight through the bottom. I felt awful. This was her special mug and I had broken it. When I brought her a fresh cup in a different mug, I apologized and promised that I would replace it. She was bummed, but she understood. It was just an accident.

Later that day, the same day the mug broke, Salem got a devastating phone call. Her dog, Lila, had been hit by a car back home, and she didn't make it. She was shattered, and I was heartbroken for her. Losing a pet while you're out of town is every pet parent's worst nightmare. Thankfully, she found a flight home that night and was able to be with Lila one last time. Back in Chicago, two days later, I couldn't stop thinking about the mug. I wanted to replace it, so I searched for the brand online.

Turns out, it was from a vintage ceramic company that no longer made that style. No problem, I found something similar on Amazon and ordered it, along with a monogram bracelet with an L charm for Lila. The gifts arrived the next day, and here's where the glitch comes in. As soon as I unboxed the new mug, this weird thought popped into my head. What if the old mug is fixed? It was a ridiculous thought, but I couldn't shake the feeling. On a whim, I walked over to the kitchen where the old mug still sat on the counter.

I picked it up, half laughing at myself, just to prove how silly I was being, and I filled it with tap water, and then I froze. No leak. In disbelief, I poured the water out and refilled it. Still nothing. I ran my fingers along the bottom, no cracks, no damage. The mug was perfectly fine. I know for a fact that it was cracked.

It leaked straight through the bottom two days ago. There was no mistaking it. I can't help but wonder if the intense emotion in the apartment that day, the grief, shock, and devastation somehow reset things. Like the universe, the matrix, or whatever you want to call it, corrected something in response. I don't know what happened, but what I do know is this. That mug was broken, and now it's not.

Hey Raven, I'm just loving your channel. It helps me get through many a workday. Thank you. I want to share one of the most incredible oddball experiences I have ever had. It was a beautiful sunny day in December of 1999. My brother and I were at the public library, He wanted to check out their indie films on VHS, and I had my own research to do. We wandered around looking at things for a while.

The sun was streaming in the big windows illuminating the bookshelves. We couldn't find the movie section, though. Finally, we asked a librarian, and she told us that it was on the second floor. She pointed out the public elevators and told us to take it to the second floor. When the doors opened we should turn to the right, walk a few yards, and the movies should be right there. We thanked her and headed off to the elevator. We were the only ones going up at that time. So we got in the elevator, the doors closed, and my brother pushed button number two.

There were only three buttons to choose from. Basement, first floor, where we already were, and then second floor. The elevator went up one floor and settled into place. The doors opened, and we were in an office area. Not what we expected. Still, we followed the librarian's instructions, stepped out, and turned to the right. There was a cinder block wall. Wow.

A hallway led straight ahead from the elevator. I told my brother we should try down there. Maybe the aisle for the movies was that way. We walked, turned to the right again, and then came to a set of double doors. This had to be it, we were certain. I pushed on the handles to open the double doors, but they wouldn't move. I tried shaking them, they wouldn't move. I banged on the doors with my fists and yelled for someone on the other side to open them and let us through.

No one responded. We turned around and went down the hallway behind us. offices were laid out in big squares. As we came to the end of that hallway, there was a larger office and a window. I was surprised to see that it was completely overcast outside. Some clouds must have rolled in, and we went down the hallway leading away from there. It was just more offices. The next hallway took us back to that elevator.

It was really weird. We walked around for a while trying to figure out where. we had gone wrong. We noticed that it was hot, and we were starting to break a sweat. It was also totally silent. There was no sound coming from the very crowded

first floor below. Libraries are quiet places, yes, but we should have at least heard doors opening and closing. A low hum of voices, something. As it was, we could only hear our own heartbeats.

In the center of the office area, storage closets. We opened some of them, but they were only full of cardboard boxes overflowing with paperwork. The office walls were painted a mustard yellow color, kind of outdated, but it was a public library. The office doors were open, so I went inside some of them. There were no calendars on the walls. The phones were the old ADs models, and while the computers were everywhere downstairs, there were none in the offices. I picked an office, and I rifled through the stacks of paperwork that were covering one of the desks. Every office's desk had stacks of paperwork on them.

The paperwork I looked at was from the 60s and 70s. It was old receipts for books ordered for the library. I guess that they were finally doing something about their enormous paperwork problem. The most recent paperwork I could find was from June of 1983. three. There was nothing anywhere more recent. Finally, my brother gave up on finding the movies in this place. We took the elevator back to the first floor where it was bright and sunny again. Interesting.

We found the librarian that we had talked to just before and told her that we didn't find the movies, just offices. When I told her this, her face screwed up incredulously, and she said that that was impossible. She then offered to take us up there herself. My brother went with her, but I stayed downstairs to do my own research. About 15 minutes later, he returned with an armload of VHS tapes. I asked him where they were and how we missed them. He didn't answer at first. I said, wait a minute, you got in the elevator with the librarian and the doors closed.

He said yes. Then she pressed button number two just like we did. He said yes. The elevator went up one floor and settled just like the first time. He said yes. And then the doors opened. And? My brother then told me that everything up there was different.

There was a large aisleway with people browsing. He and the librarian went to the right and finally came to the film section. So I asked him, where were we? He just shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. I knew something strange had happened. Sadly, it took me a long time to figure it out. I have since looked into it,

and using the library system's own records, I've determined that we traveled back in time to 1983. The office area existed in that library on the second floor from the 1960s to the late 1980s, There was a renovation done later that moved the offices and opened up that section of the second floor to the general public. I have a copy of the 1980s booklet that clearly shows the office area where we think we were. I wish that I had known while we were still there. I think I might have taken an office chair and tried to beat the window out of that front office.

I would have also tried to call my friends. As a child of the 70s, I'd have tried to call my friends. 70s. I did enjoy the trip, though. Hello, Raven. Big fan of your channel, of course. I've shared a story with you before that you did end up reading. Thank you, by the way. And the reason I'm sending this story in is because this literally just happened. It's currently Friday, March 21st, 2025. The glitch occurred about 15 minutes ago. It's currently 8.27 p.m. Eastern time while typing this. The glitching question involves my two dogs.

Well, more specifically, one of my two dogs, but the other was present when it happened. My two dogs are named Jelly Bean, female, and Rhett Butler, typically shortened to just Rett, male. The two

of them had been in their crates for most of the evening. I was home alone when this happened, so when Rett started barking in his crate wanting out, I got up and left my room to let them both out. I let jelly bean out of her crate first, and she made a bee line to the kitchen where the back door is where we let the dogs out.

When I let Rhett out of his crate, he went straight for their shared water bowl and started drinking. Rhett usually doesn't drink for very long, so I headed to the kitchen and to the back door to let Jelly Bean out, since she was already there. We have a back door and a screen door, so When going out into the back door, you have to open the back door first, then the screen door. Jelly Bean went outside, and at that moment, I could still hear Ret drinking from the water bowl. I pulled the screen door closed, but not enough for the latch to catch, and called for Rhett to come outside.

I heard him stop drinking, but he never came. I called out again, no Rett. I tried a third time, using his full name and a stern voice, but he didn't come. Rhett does not ignore people when his name is called, so this was unusual for him. From where I was standing at the back door, I could see the living room,

but I could not see Rhett, as there was a chair blocking him from view. He's a very low-to-the-ground dog. I was confused as to why he wasn't coming when I called him, so I went back into the living room. Ret was not there. I looked in the hallway to the right that, leads into three separate rooms, my mother's room, my bedroom, and my bathroom, and he was not

sitting there. I checked my room to see if maybe he went in. I had left my door open. No sign of him. I checked my bathroom, which had also been left open, but no red. I checked my father's room, even though I knew that that was impossible since the door, that wasn't fully shut, but had been left open to crack, hadn't moved an inch. He wasn't there. He wasn't there. I even checked behind the couch, even though he usually doesn't go back there, and he wasn't there. At this point, I'm incredibly confused. I stood in the middle of the living room to try to wrap my head around it when I looked out the screen door. Rett was outside sniffing around.

I just stood there dumbfounded. I'm trying to think of every rational way he could have gotten outside, but nothing comes to mind. He should have brushed up against me when going out the back door, but I never felt him. I should have heard his nails clicking on the kitchen floor. It's tile, and you can always hear the dogs walking on it. But I didn't hear that either. I was looking into the living room while he was still drinking, waiting for him to come outside,

and I never saw him cross from the living room into the kitchen. I heard him stop drinking in the living room and then called him, but I never saw him. There is just no way that I can visualize him having gotten outside without me either hearing, feeling, or seeing him in some way. This is my first major glitch that I've experienced. I've had something disappear in return to the same spot that it should have been in, and I've even experienced a slight jump, the last story that I sent you. But those are relatively minor compared to the whole dog seemingly moving from one spot.

to another without seeing, hearing, or feeling him go by. Thank you for reading, Raven, and if you choose to put this in a video, thank you for listening. Maybe someone can help me make this make sense in the comments, because I'm completely stumped. Hi, Raven, I came across one of your videos. Really well done. I have a story that I have related to almost no one if you're interested. This happened in our old house, which, by the way, burned down. Another interesting story, but not for here. My wife and I were only married for a short while, and this was our first house,

an old 1890s Victorian farmhouse-style house. No children yet. It was spring or summer, and we had the window open for the breeze while we did the housework. The layout of the house was long. And from front to back on the first floor, it went like this. Entrance with stairs on the right, to the left was a parlor, and then the dining room with the sitting room off to the side, the kitchen and a back room that was once a mother-in-law room.

You could see from the parlor all the way to the back room if you stood in the centralized spot. There were doors that closed off the kitchen, but we removed them for better flow and only had a curtain across the door to the back room. I was sitting at the dining room table doing what I don't remember, and my wife was in the kitchen. We'd been talking back and forth. I watched her walk into the back room behind the curtain and out of view. I then asked her something, but got no response. I called to her, still no response.

I got up to go to her, but when I got to the back room, she was not there. I looked all through the room, which also had a bathroom and kitchen. Jeanette, and all were empty. I kept calling for her. Nothing. I thought she might have slipped past me without me seeing, so I went through the rest of the first floor, but she was not there. I also checked upstairs. Nothing.

There was an enclosed porch side entrance off of the kitchen, and she was not there either. We had bells on the doors so we could hear them open and close, and I had not heard anything, plus the outside door was still closed and locked. I also didn't see her outside at all either. I was bewildered. We had two cats at the time, and I realized that I did not see either of them anywhere as well, though cats can hide very well.

As I stood there somewhat frustrated and very confused in the enclosed porch, I suddenly realized the sound, or rather lack thereup. Just before, there were multiple birds singing, a slight breeze rustling the trees, cars going down the street, traffic sounds from the busy main street down the road. But now there was nothing but silence. Not even a breeze. All I had heard for a while were my own footsteps and voice.

And even those sounds were, well, odd somehow. Like not real. Like they were somehow being deadened or mud. muffled. I also noticed how strange it felt, the stillness. It almost felt like time had stopped. It was such an odd feeling. I went back into the dining room and sat down in the same spot that I was in before.

After a moment, I turned to the kitchen, and then my wife comes out of the back room into the kitchen. There was no possible way I could have missed her before. I called to her and asked her, where she had gone, and she simply said that she was in the back room getting something. I quizzed her, and she told me that she had been there for only a moment, but I know I had been alone for a good ten minutes or so, or so it seemed. I then noticed that all the sounds were back, the birds, the breeze, the traffic, all of it. To this day, I have no idea what happened, and nothing.

like it has happened since. Though a lot of other strange things have happened in that house, including the day that it burned down. My whole life, I've had strange happenings around me. Although I'm not sure any of them would be classed as a glitch, so maybe I'll save those for another day. My current story isn't a major time travel glitch or anything, but it was extremely weird and my husband experienced it with me, which means I'm not crazy, right? So here we are,

currently in the process of remodeling and decorating our house. And due to being mucked around and ripped off by so many plasterers, plumbers, and electricians, we had decided to do the last bit of work ourselves. Anyway, on with the point of the story. One day a couple of weeks ago, my husband was out working and I was feeling particularly energetic and motivated. So I decided to crack on and finish a few things in the downstairs shower room. The things I was working on that morning were applying silicone around the edge of the shower

and finishing off a bit of painting after the plumber clumsily took a few chunks out of our wall. While I'm rather good at it, if I do say so, I'm not very good at being tidy when DIYing. So I have a small collection of old clothes that I can just wipe my hands on when painting and whatnot. However, on this day, the call to DIY had taken me entirely by surprise, and I didn't give a thought to the fact that I was wearing a brand new top that I absolutely loved. I know. What an idiot. However, what makes me an even bigger idiot

is that I realized this mistake about five minutes into working and I couldn't be bothered to go upstairs and change into my work clothes. I justified this decision by telling myself that I'd be super careful and it would be fine. Anyway, about five minutes into applying the silicone, my husband returned from work and, as he usually does, he popped his head into the room to see how I was getting on. I told him everything was going well, and he complimented my work. We got chatting, and then my husband came right into the room and stood by my side to watch what I was doing,

while we talked, and I finished up. I was distracted. The inevitable happened, and I got paint on my top, face palm. I figured the damage was done, said screw it, and just began using my top, to wipe my hands on as I usually would. My husband and I continued chatting for about ten minutes while I finished up the little bit of silicone and painting I had left. Then, I decided it was time for a well-deserved cuppa.

My husband, very kindly, offered to make it for me. So I went through the living room to sit down. I didn't quite get that far before I noticed something odd, though. My top was clean. Not even the smallest bit of paint or silicone was on it. I thought I was going mad. When my husband came in with my tea, I pointed it out, not sure whether I wanted to be in this weird situation,

or confirmed as mad, but he looked super confused too. We both knew that my top was destroyed, the hand-sized smears of paint all over it. So how in the 15 seconds it takes me to walk the distance between my shower and sofa was now back to looking perfect and new? What the actual hell? Thank you for reading the story.

I know it isn't particularly scary, but it certainly creeped us both out. I am, however, happy to have my top back, though. Hi, Raven. This just happened the other day. So, as you know, I recently moved and was lamenting that nothing really strange happened. Well, that was corrected. I had several notebooks of my writing, all different colors, red, blue, purple, and green. The most important of these was the green one, and I made sure to pack it with the rest.

When I left, I made sure that it was in the bag. When we had gotten to our motel in Indiana, I couldn't find it, in my writing bag. I figured it had gotten mixed up with some other stuff, so I wasn't too worried. Then we get to the place that we were renting from my friend and still couldn't find it. I had even talked about it with my wife and kid. Neither had seen it. I even had them try their hand at looking for it in case my eyes were blind to the bright green notebook.

They could not find it either. For the next few months, every once in a while I would go looking for it and come up empty. This particular notebook had a collection of short story starts that I often used to inspire me. You might say it was a big loss for me. I mostly been working off of memory recently. Well, this week, in April of 2025, I found it. On a bookshelf that I bought after we moved in, to our new place.

Just sitting on the shelf, not buried just out in the open. I could imagine if it had been buried in a pile I could overlook it, but the only things on top of it were clear plastic cone and area burst templates used in tabletop gaming. These things are designed to be seen through to the map so you can see who is in the blast area.

So, how did I miss this notebook sitting under them? for what would now be about two months. I even had my kid take a look when I found it. It was just sitting on a shelf that was bought in a house two-thirds of the U.S. away from where the notebook had previously last been seen. To me, that is just wild. I'm normally very meticulous about my writing books. I have notebooks and other examples of my writing from when I was 18.

I'm now 45. So, it was a big bummer to me to have lost this notebook, and now I'm very happy that I found it. Thanks for reading, and I hope the listeners enjoy. Hey, Raven, I told you I would send a story about this, and due to my life, I'm finally getting around to typing it out. So, I've had dreams on occasion that have played out in real life later. I've already sent the one about Halloween. This one is just about a summer afternoon, and I hope you all enjoy. I lived in northern Nevada at this time, out in a giant trailer park slash neighborhood.

This wasn't one of those rent the lot type. There were one acre and one half acre lots. If you lived on the edges, you had even more room because it opened out onto open desert. My dream was very clear and detailed. Like, my vision in the dream was. better than my vision in real life. It felt more real than real life. That is the way of these types of dreams.

In this dream, I was over at my friend's house, and we were practicing archery. We were both trying to get an archery badge in Boy Scouts. The air was clear and very little wind. We had placed the hay bales and targets at about 50 yards. My friend Mike was really good at a lot of... archery. I was less so, much less so. We were taking turns aiming and firing at the target. That day, I was doing exceptionally well. I was able to hit the target at that distance. Not bull's eyes, but some pretty good ring shots. My arrows were bright yellow practice arrows, dome tips.

These are useless for hunting. They're only good for practice. My first. My first, friend was using a mixed quiver. He only had a few practice arrows and the rest were hunting tips. He took his turn and was getting some great inner ring shots and even two bullseyes in his 25 shots. Yet the wind had gusted out of nowhere and knocked one of his arrows off into the brush. After cleaning the bales and targets,

we went to go looking for the last of his arrows. Mike was one of those impatient people who ran or hurried every. everywhere. He took off running through the brush. Now, if you don't know what it looks like, Northern Nevada brush is not very dense. There are some small sagebrush plants and thin, tall grasses. The grasses are dirty yellow, and sagebrush is a gray barked plant with small dull green shoots for leaves. The grasses, while dry, can snag your leg and trip you. At the top is a sticky resin that will grab cloth.

Mike, as I said, was impatient. So he took off running and one of those grasses reached out and grabbed his leg, dropping him to the ground. I laughed at him and said, that's what you get for running everywhere.

He didn't respond. In fact, I noticed he hadn't moved since falling. No cry of pain, no shifting position, he just lay there still. I had a bolt of fear. run through me, so I'm more cautiously, but quicker than I had been, went to him. As I came upon him, I saw a glint of metal in his back and red pulling around it.

He had fallen on top of the broadhead hunting arrow. It was poking out right next to his spine. That is where I woke up from this dream. I was panting and my heart was racing. It was the time in the morning when I wake up anyway, so I just stayed up. About a week later, Mike and I are practicing archery at his place because it faces the open desert. I get this massive feeling of deja vu. That feeling of my eyes being better was because I had just gotten my new classes.

I had a quiver full of practice arrows. Everything was so familiar. I couldn't quite place it, though, so I just kept doing what we were doing. right up until we were clearing the bales, and I had a flash of Mike face down. He had just taken off. Now, I had to really push myself to catch him. I was a chubby kid of about 200 pounds at 12 and only 5'3. I was fueled by adrenaline and took off after Mike.

I couldn't say anything or even yell because all of my breath was used in running. Also, if I just yelled after him, he wouldn't have stopped. knowing him. I reached him just as he was going down and jerked him back up right. There in the ground was his broadhead arrow, aimed for his heart had he completed the fall. After that, we only used to practice day glow arrows. He got his archery badge, and I moved before I could complete the requirements.

Ever since then, if I remember a dream, I make sure that I tell someone about it, or at least write it down. Thank you, Raven, for taking the time to read this. On January 26th, I placed an order comprising 10 lightweight, long-sleeved shirts of various colors. Total, 79.81. Having assumed I would receive them within three days, as is normally the case with Amazon Prime, I was disappointed to learn that they were being shipped from China, and were expected to arrive by February 26th.

On February 27th, the screen read, Sorry for the delay, we've tracked your package. Its estimated arrival is now March 5th through 7th. If you don't care, it away, you may request a refund. On March 8th, the query screen read, your package may be lost. It possibly will arrive eventually. In the meantime, you may request a refund. I clicked Contact Cellar and the chatbot said,

your refund of 7981 was issued on February 16th. Clearly, this was an error. It would make sense for them to refund my money back than only if they knew that the items were unavailable. If that were the case, why tell me that the package was in transit and when it was due? If a refund had been generated, it would have been March 8th at the earliest.

I checked my bank statement and was floored to see that the refund cleared on 4th,000. February 18th. So, is there a psychic and customer service who knew that my package would get lost? Hi, Raven. Thank you for reading my glitch story. I'm the guy who took the business trip to Missouri and had bought a used iPhone. It's the one where the man at the store removes the sticker from the back, but then a

week later it reappeared in Missouri. Honestly, that story was a test. I wondered if people really were sending in the stories or you were making them up. For all of you out there, at least that story was real, and I believe all the others are at least real people telling glitch stories as well. Interesting choice, but do carry on. I promised you in other stories, so here it goes. My daughter and I are big hockey fans. Since she was very young, I would take her to Minnesota Wild Hockey Games.

It was a fun dad-slash-daughter thing. We would even sometimes be on the club level and eat at the fancy restaurant. The food in the atmosphere was great, and she loved it. Very special moments for both of us. My daughter is now in college, and for this Christmas, I had bought tickets to the Wild Game. I also sent away for a professional Wild jersey to give her as a Christmas present. She loved the jersey, and wore it to the game. It was extremely well-made.

We loved the game, too. The Wild were down badly, but then changed goalies, and came roaring back to win the game at the end. It was a great memory. I still have a picture of her and I, and I have a selfie of her and I at the game as my background on my desktop PC. So there's some backstory.

Move ahead a few weeks. My daughter is back at college, and my wife and I decide to have Sunday brunch at one of our favorite restaurants. The Hazelwood Restaurant has wonderful servers, they're very friendly. The food is always, good, and you can always find a place to sit, and the prices are really reasonable.

We talked for quite a while about all kinds of things, including how our daughter was doing in college and various other topics. I remember the breakfast extremely well in the things that we talked about, and that we did not talk about. The next day, Monday, I get a morning text with a picture for my daughter at college. She's thanking me for the surprise of a Minnesota Wild Hat that she received. I replied to her that it was not me, but she should check with her mom. I thought perhaps my wife had sent it to her, and I later talked to my wife. She said that she had heard from our daughter, but that I had sent her the hat, and that we had talked about it yesterday at the Hazelwood restaurant. I was totally shocked. There is no way that I would not remember first. I would not remember,

first, sending a gift of a wild hat to my daughter, and second, there is no way that I would not remember talking about it with my wife the day before. I sent another text to my daughter asking if she still had the packaging material, so I could track it down in any documentation I might have. I was worried that maybe I was losing my mind. She had not kept the packing material, but said that the hat had come from a company called Fanatics. If you don't know, Fanatics distributes ProStyle. gear for football, hockey, and baseball.

So I searched all possible places where I might have ordered something from Fanatics. I found nothing to document a purchase in my email. I checked my bank account, credit cards, PayPal, eBay, Amazon, and every source I could find. Totally no evidence when I looked for Fanatics or Wild or Hockey everywhere I searched. So, somewhere in the Matrix, there's a very disappointed doubt. who bought a hat for his college daughter. And it never arrived, but he got invoiced for it. My apologies to that other dad.

And also, my thanks to you, Raven, for putting out these glitch in the Matrix stories. It helps us to know that there's more to this world than we think we know. So I've had glitches a lot. Like, when things go missing and my mom and I would say that it must be in the same. sock dimension. That was before I heard about glitches, that is. So these minor things we will sweep under a rug as to what it is, but some glitches really made me scratch my head and have me questioning myself.

Like when I was driving home with my cousin in the passenger seat. It was laid out and there was nobody around. No other cars or anyone walking, so it was safe for me to make a left-hand turn to get on the road to my house. As I was turning, I then had to slam on the brakes so hard that it scared my cousin. We both just stared at this car right in front of us. The driver's side door of the other car was directly in front of us, and the man started yelling at us to pay attention.

He drove off, and I sat there for a few seconds before pulling over completely confused. There wasn't anything around besides me and my cousin. So where did this ghost car come from? I had other glitches after that, but another huge one was in Cape May. My family goes to Cape May during the summer for a week, and we always go to this one pub to eat. We had a party of eight, and yet only two of us saw this glitch. We took two cars to the pub for dinner, and one of us had to sit on the van floor, that being my mom's friend. We'll call her Jill.

She got car sick and said that she had to throw up. So once we got there, we helped her out. She didn't throw up and said that she felt better. So we continued our way to the pub. But since there wasn't room for a party of eight, we had to wait for a few minutes. As we waited outside, I watched Jill and my aunt order a drink from the bar of the outside eating area. My aunt walked away and Jill came over to us after her drink. There were four of us that stood near this area, me, my mom, my older cousin Steve, and his girlfriend, May.

Jill looked at us right in the eyes and did that famous little pea dance, saying that she really had to go. Apparently only myself and my mom were paying attention to this. My mom looked past her and saw my aunt by the bathrooms and told her, her, the bathroom is over there by Alex. As she pointed across the room, Jill smiled and said thank you and then started walking in that direction. Now here's the glitch. I watched her stop and began to dance to the band that was playing at that moment. I was confused as to why she wasn't heading to the bathroom, and I even said out loud,

didn't she say she needed to go to the bathroom really bad? My mom heard and confirmed to me that she did, so we all called out to Jill saying that the bathroom was on the other side of the pub. Jill stopped dancing and looked at us confused, asking why we were telling her that. Both me and my mother looked at each other and at the same time, completely shocked and confused, and then looked at the other two that stood with us. I asked them if they saw her say that she had to go to the bathroom, but they said they didn't see any. anything, which made me and my mom look at each other again silently, letting the other know that we saw it, at least.

Her friend walked over and asked us again as to why we were telling her where the bathroom was. I spoke up and said, you looked us right in the eyes and said that you had to go, so mom told you where it was. Jill got confused and said that she never said that. We saw it. We heard it. It happened somehow and we will die on that hill.

My mom tried to explain it to her, but she only got mad at us saying again that she never said that. And all that she said was that she had to throw up earlier, but that was all. So I laughed and said, well, maybe you didn't, but maybe a you in a different timeline did. She got even more mad at this and walked off saying that she said no such thing. Me and my mom looked at each other and asked, You saw that, right? But since it was only us who saw this, we couldn't prove ourselves, so we just let it be as it was.

Sorry if this was all jumbled up. I've never been good at explaining things, so I hope nobody was too confused. Oh, and thank you for taking the time to read my two biggest glitches. Hi, Raven. I love listening to your podcast, and hearing others' experiences. They've really helped me not feel so alone and crazy with my own.

I have all kinds of real stories, both my own and my mother's, but I'll start with this one. I'm not quite sure what to classify it as, honestly. I don't know if it was a premonition, timeline jump, glitch, or paranormal. When I was about six years old, my mom, my brother, and I lived in a town, townhouse. One night, I woke up from a terrible nightmare where I saw the place that we lived

engulfed in flames. It was so vivid and it felt extremely real. I can't recall all the details, but that's the main thing that I remember. When I woke up during the middle of the night, I was screaming and crying for my mom. She woke up and came to console me, reassuring me that it was just a dream. Because I was so scared, it took me a while to get back to sleep, so my mom stayed up with me until I did, trying to keep me calm. The next morning, my mom overslept because she had been up most of the night trying to calm me down. When she woke up and realized she had overslept, she quickly rushed to get my brother and I up for school. We were already running late, so my mom didn't have time to cook us a whole breakfast, as she usually did,

and instead gave us something quick like granola bars. As we were headed out the door, my mom noticed that something smelled a little weird. She recognized what she smelled as gas and immediately called emergency services. When they arrived, they confirmed that it was a big gas leak and mentioned that had any single electrical object been turned on, stove, microwave, toaster, or possibly even a light switch, the entire place would have literally exploded. So, because I had that dream, which made my mom stay up with me, it in turn stopped it from happening, I guess. I don't know how else I could explain what happened.

Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and have a wonderful day. I'm not sure if this is for parallel universe or glitch in the matrix stories, but I'll relay my story and you can decide where it should go. My husband and I live in a rural area of a Midwestern town. We moved here about eight years ago. Businesses are generally limited here, so when we find a business that we like and that treats us well, we give them our exclusive business. This happened with the mechanic that we found. an honest, family-owned place the next town over run by a very nice guy and his wife.

I'll call the guy George and his wife Nancy in this story. That's the only thing that's been changed for this story. George and Nancy have two adopted rescue dogs that they bring to the shop often, and as were parents of several rescue dogs ourselves, I got to the habit of taking bags of treats or sometimes toys for their dogs, whenever we would have to bring our car in for repairs.

The gesture was well received by them and very much appreciated, so I continued to do this every single time. George would come and talk to me sometimes for a few minutes when you would explain what's happening with my car, and invariably we always got around to some personal chit-chat. A couple years ago, the conversation steered to George telling me that he and his wife were now vegetarian because he was trying to lose some weight and his cholesterol was getting high.

I remembered this for the next time I had to bring in my car. I specifically chose vegetarian treats, berries, banana, peanut butter, etc. For their dogs the next time. And both George and Nancy commented how appreciative they were that I was so thoughtful to bring vegetarian treats for their dog since they were now vegetarians themselves. We didn't discuss their vegetarianism every time. time, but there were a minimum of three separate instances over the past couple of times where I distinctly remember their vegetarianism was mentioned. In addition to me, either always bringing

vegetarian treats for their dogs or a toy, if I didn't have a treat at the time. Fast forward to this past Thursday. I hadn't been there in a while, but I had to bring in my car for what I thought was going to be a simple issue. That morning at home, when I was went to my cabinet to pick out the treats for the dogs, I picked up, at first, a package of meat-based treats. Then I remembered, oh wait, George and Nancy are vegetarian, let me go find a vegetarian package of treats. I put the meat ones back and picked out a box of peanut butter and banana treats. When I got to the shop, and I was checking in, Nancy came out and greeted me, asking me how I was.

I said, fine, and then, by the way, here's a box of peanut butter and banana treats for your dogs, since I know you're vegetarians. Nancy and the receptionist both looked at me like I had worms crawling out of my face when I said that. Nancy took the box of treats, but looked completely confused. She didn't say anything, and I went and sat down, but now I was very confused by her reaction. It turned out that there was another issue that, unfortunately, caused me to have to leave the car there, as parts had to be ordered. George said that he would give me a ride back home since he had to do a tow for the car in the vicinity anyways. So, in the tow truck, George and I are chatting, and he talks about how he was smoking all this meat this previous weekend.

I said, oh, I thought you guys were vegetarians. I guess you're not doing that anymore. He looked at me the same way that Nancy did and said, We're not vegetarian. And it literally felt like my brain broke. I stared at him in disbelief and said, Wait, you told me a couple of years ago you guys were doing vegetarianism for health reasons. That's why I've been bringing your dog's vegetarian treats all this time.

And you said that you appreciated it. He looked straight at me and said, No, we're big meat eaters. We eat a lot of meat. and I smoke meat practically every weekend. I shut up at this point because I knew if I said anything further, I was just going to sound insane. But I have three separate memories, not dreams and not illusions,

distinctive memories with conversations about them being vegetarians. So, I figured I would go home and ask my husband if I ever said anything to him about George and Nancy being vegetarians for verification. He said that he doesn't remember me telling him anything about that. But he said, it's possible. You did tell me, and I was distracted and didn't really pay attention, but no, sorry. I don't ever remember you saying anything about George and Nancy being vegetarians. I have been obsessing about this ever since Thursday.

I cannot for the life and me figure out how I have these absolutely distinctive memories of conversations with them about vegetarianism, that, in turn, had me bringing vegetarian treats for their dogs, and everyone except me is saying that it didn't happen. I know that at first glance,

it could be, she just confused them with someone else, but I don't bring dog treats to any other business. If they tried it and were no longer vegetarians, logic would dictate that they would have said something along the lines of, oh, we tried vegetarian,

but it wasn't for us. But they didn't. And I'm the first to admit when I forget something and or possibly misremember it in some way, shape, or form, but that's not what happened here. So, as I told my husband,

I'm either going insane, or this is a huge glitch in the matrix slash parallel universe situation for me, because I will die on the hill of knowing, not believing, knowing that they told me they were vegetarian. But all of a sudden, as of last Thursday, they were no longer vegetarians and never were.

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Your videos have become an essential part of my everyday life, and I thank you dearly for all the work you do. Thank you. Also, I want to tell you how amazing your novel is. It's absolutely wonderful work. Thank you for that as well. Here is my glitch in the Matrix experience.

The other night, my non-digital battery-operated-only clock that runs by a mechanical mechanism was doing its job and ticking away. It was around 11 p.m. and the clock was working fine and showing the correct time. For whatever reason, the ticking was really bothering me, so I took the one and only battery out and placed the clock on my bed and the battery on my desk. The clock stopped ticking, the hands stopped. stopped moving and it was stuck at around 11.01 p.m. My ears felt relieved.

I glanced over at the clock at some point, which still read 1101, and was like there's no way it's still this early in the night. Then I remembered that I took the battery out. I decided that I wanted to put the battery back in so I could set my alarm for work. I checked my phone, and it was 3.38. I turned and grabbed the battery off of the dresser and picked up the clock. This is where it gets glitchy. I went to manually move the hands from 1101 to the correct time before I put the battery in.

The hands were already set to exactly 3.38. I was shook. I then put the battery in and it started ticking again in sync with the current time. I have absolutely no idea how this is possible. I was the only one in the room. The clock was next to me the whole time. The battery was out, and it had said 11.01 moments before. In that moment, I immediately thought, this is a freaking glitch in the Matrix.

I didn't experience a time jump, but my clock did. Hi, Raven. Thanks to the Spotify algorithm, I stumbled upon your podcast last year, and I haven't stopped listening since. I enjoy listening to these stories while I do nail art. That's neat. Anyway, this story is a very small glitch. I really enjoy collecting Disney puzzles,

and I have done over 100 puzzles. I still have a lot that I haven't done in my closet. A few months ago, I was doing a Christmas one that was way after Christmas. It's one that's a calendar of 12 days. I was doing these puzzles at my dining room table since they were small pieces, and I really hate when I lose pieces of a puzzle. As I finish, I usually stick them together so I can frame them, or in this case, I can use it for this year's Christmas tree since they're the size of a big Christmas ball.

Anyways, as I was using glue to stick them on to a thick paper, when I went to flip one of these said puzzle balls, I literally saw one piece disappear instantly before my eyes. I literally said in my head that one piece is going to disappear, and it actually did. I joked with my partner that the Matrix took it, and we both laughed, but to this day, I have not been able to find that one piece. As upsetting as it is, I know that it was my own fault for not being careful enough, and I guess the Matrix just wanted to teach me to be more careful, I guess. This happened around two years ago on the train back from London. This is presented as two different parts to the same stories, so bear with me on this.

One, I was on the train back to my home station, and a group of boys were behaving badly, causing upset to some of the passengers. They were young boys, probably around 14 to 16, and had obviously been out in London. I told them to behave, and they started to shoot their mouths off. We then arrived at my station, and I got off, and they stayed on the train, shouting at me and even throwing a piece of garbage at me through the train window. The train then departed the station, and I said to one of the station guards something like, Did you see that?

The youth of today, etc. I'm only 43, but whatever. And two, I was on. the train back to my home station and a group of boys were behaving badly, causing upset to some of the passengers. I told them to behave, and they started to shoot off their mouths. We then arrived at my station, and we all got off, and a scuffle of sorts occurred. They were young boys, around 14 to 16, and had obviously been out in London. They followed me down the stairs of the station, and I told them once again to behave.

In addition, the parents of these boys had obviously been waiting at the bottom of the station stairs for their children. They heard the commotion and came over to see what was going on. I gave a brief explanation and left. So, I have two parallel and distinct memories of that one event. In one of them, the boys stayed on the train.

In the other, they got off at my station, and were met by their parents. What do you reckon happened? This isn't the most exciting glitch story, but it was and still is confusing to me. I was on my way back to pick up my husband with my kids. I know that I had my phone with me because my kids wanted to call him on the way to tell him we were coming.

We used the hands-free Bluetooth. When we got back, I couldn't find my phone. I figured it had slipped from my pocket in the car, so I went back to get it. Only it wasn't there. When I came back in the house, I asked my husband if he had grabbed it, and he said no. So I asked my kids if they had it. For context, they're two, five, and six. I knew they didn't have my phone, but since I couldn't find it, it was logical to ask just in case.

They didn't have it. So I did what any person would do at this point, and I called it with my husband's phone. Nothing. This was weird, because I never keep my phone on silent. So we should have heard it. My husband went outside again while I called it to see if I had simply dropped it on the ground. Nothing again. I was starting to freak out a bit because I had just had my phone.

I didn't get out of the car while picking up. up my husband so I couldn't have lost it. We went straight to his work, and then back. Cut to a few minutes later, and I tried calling it again. I heard vibrations coming from the couch. I found it in the couch. Not in a crack between cushions, where I might assume I sat and the phone fell out of my pocket. No, it was in the compartment of the couch where we store blankets.

So you actually have to lift it up, if you would. want something to go in. We barely use this compartment. How my phone got from my pockets to inside my couch, I have no idea, but when I found it, this feeling of dread came over me. There was just no way this could have happened. My phone was in my pocket in the car, and then somehow in my couch. Hey, Raven, I'm a longtime listener of your podcast and YouTube channel.

I've submitted a few stories in the past, but this was something that recently happened to me that genuinely left me speechless. I'm not necessarily sold on the idea of the Matrix, or that we're living in a simulation. I tend to lean more toward the vague idea that we just don't understand reality, or the nature of the paranormal. And I do suspect that the more you look for glitches or similar things, the more strange things you will experience. But here's my story. This happened a couple of weeks ago. We have a pit bull puppy named Ellie. Ellie is a wonderful dog, but she is destruction incarnate.

On a good day. She likes to sleep in my bedroom, and I just do my best to keep her from destroying anything while she's in there. She had fallen asleep beside my chair against the wall, and when I went to check on her, she had stolen my cord that charges my phone, and was asleep with her. what remained of it in her mouth. The little beast had chewed it in half and was clutching it like a trophy. So, this is bad. I use this cord to charge my phone, my PS5 controller, and my wireless headphones.

I kind of need it. So I'm sitting here thinking, what am I going to do now? My dad sleeps in the room across the hall from me. He's in very poor health and bed ridden after a stroke. Earlier that day, my mom, my brother and I had moved him to his recliner. From his chair, he can see into my room. As I'm sitting there worrying about my destroyed charger, he calls to me. Hey, son? Yeah, I say.

What is that? On your shelf, hanging down. It looks like a hat. What is that? I have no idea what he's talking about. So I get up to go see what he's looking at. There, on your bookshelf, on the top. It was a brand new charging cable. The exact kind that would fit my phone. The end of it was hanging slightly off of the end,

and he could see it from where he was sitting. I haven't the foggiest idea where it came from, what it was doing up there, or how he could see it from the next room. I looked at the cord like it was from another planet. I cannot express to you how bizarre this was. He does not have good hearing and had no idea that Ellie had destroyed my cord. How on God's fine earth did he even see it from the next room?

And why did he choose to draw my attention to it then? I can't explain it, but at least I have my cord back. Thank you for listening and may the force be with you. Hello, Raven. I work as a delivery guy and listen to your podcasts all the time. especially glitches in the Matrix. Finally, I had enough time to submit one of my own. I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologize for any mistakes.

To completely understand my story, I must tell you a few things, which won't make sense at first, but at the end they will. I live in a small town in the Czech Republic. It consists of about 2,000 people. Everybody knows each other well here, and you also need to know that, in my country, we typically do shots of alcohol to the dead people to keep the memory and pay respects to them. My story happened a few years ago. It was a time just after high school. None of the boys had girlfriends at the time, so we were hanging out a lot.

We used to go to the pub, grab a few beers, watch some sports on TV, reminisce on school. school times and have fun together. It's kind of a tradition in our country. We're not alcoholics, it's just the way that it is here. This year was very strange. We always reminisce on our school times as the better days, and it was three times that we did shots to the teachers who had died. None of them were too old, and none of us expected that they would pass that soon. The first one was our class teacher. She was like a second mother to us. Next was our physics teacher. We used to make fun of him in his class, but he was strict. But he was always fair to us. And the third one was our art teacher. He was older than the previous ones mentioned, but he was very warm and had a kind voice. And every time he entered our classroom, he would say, good morning wishes to you, sit down. This sentence will make sense later on. I remember that night. We all talked about him, raised the shots, and remembered how he was.

I specifically remember my two friends in raising the glass of vodka for his respects. My friend said, That's already three of our teachers who were gone forever. What a loss. God rest his soul. And then we raised the shots. From this moment, our lives with our friends had been more separated than back then. One of my friends got a girlfriend and he spent most of the time with her, and I started working as a pizza delivery person, so I had very long shifts.

It was a rough time for me to hop in for the first time to a full-time job. It was horrible work. I found myself getting up to the alarm, having coffee and a cigarette, then going to the shop for water. It was a routine. One day, like any other, I was doing my routine. I got up, had coffee, and went to the shop. I entered and went my usual route for the water. As I went to my usual way, I stopped near the fruit and wanted to grab some apples for breakfast.

And there he was, standing, just looking at the fruit, my art teacher, who had passed about a year prior. My mouth went all the way down. How is this possible? I said to myself that he probably did. just had a brother or a twin, but then he said an odd sentence to greet me with that same warm and kind voice that he had. Good morning, wishes to you. I froze.

No way. It was him 100%. I greeted him back and then went for my water. I couldn't stop thinking about this the entire day. In our small town, everyone knows each other. There was no way he had a brother and no one knew about it. I could not get it out of my head. So I called the boys to meet in a pub over the weekend.

We grabbed a few beers after a long while of not seeing each other, talked about our lives, etc. And then I mentioned if they remembered this teacher dying. Both of them said no. I froze again. I specifically remember that he was the third teacher that had died that year, and we had a drink to him. I said this memory to them, and they just laughed at me and assured me that only two of our teachers had died that year.

What the hell is happening? I mean, I'm glad he's back alive, but I can't make any sense of it. Did I jump realities? Or accidentally die and experience quantum immortality? I don't know. But the thing is, things have been better since that day. I have a better job. I don't go home exhausted.

I have an awesome girlfriend and we go out with the boys more often. My theory is that I really jumped through realities, but this reality feels good. Thank you for reading and stay awesome, Raven. My story happened years ago. My girlfriend back then and I was waiting for my check to come in the mail, which it always did. Well, after it didn't arrive after three days, I called HR and was told that it looked as if my check was cashed two days ago. So I went to my bank and explained the situation to the teller. I was then directed to the manager and the manager showed me a copy of my check with what looked like my signature on the back of the check.

I explained that I never received my check nor did I come to the bank to cash it. The manager then checked the time that it was cashed and deposited at the ATM, and to my surprise, I saw myself, or someone who looked like me at the ATM. I would have sworn that it wasn't me, but the scariest part of this is that the person, or should I say I, was wearing the same hat and outfit that I was wearing that day. I can't explain how that was possible. when I had no evidence of me ever spending or buying anything, but my check was cashed by me. I don't know how, but I totally missed a day. Hey, Raven, I love your channel and have been listening to it for years.

It's my favorite thing to play while I'm gaming on my PC, or on my one and a half hour drive to and from work every day. Oof. Thanks for always making such great and consistent cars. content, and I love all of the down-to-earth wholesome messages at the end of your videos. Keep doing you. I will. Story 1. Disappearing name tag. I just got a new job, and the receptionist had to order a name tag for me.

These take several weeks to come in because they have to be approved by the company after submitting a request. We finally got my name tag in, but the receptionist handed me too. She told me that she always orders two for people, because everyone loses the magnetic backing and it's just easier to have a backup name tag. I thought I had my name tag in my old job for like two years without losing it even once, so this won't be an issue. The same day, that I got my name tags, I was wearing one in my co-worker's car as we got ready to carpool home. I decided to take it off. I thought I had just attached it to my jacket, but apparently the magnetic backing was all the way inside of my shirt, so I accidentally ended up dropping both halves of the name tag down into my shirt and jacket. I reached into my lap and into the inner pockets of my jacket, which are logically the most likely places they could have fallen.

Nope, no sign of either of the pieces. I sat up and checked the seat. Nope. Checked under the seats, in the door panel pocket, and even in my pants pocket where it could not have possibly been. No name tag. I've asked my friend and he's looked and we still have not found it. So I'm really glad our receptionist caught me two name tags. Story 2. Extra Straw.

The other day I was at the Starbucks drive-thru by myself. I ordered my normal iced coffee, but I got the largest size, so they had to give me an extra tall straw for it. They handed me the straw and then handed me the coffee. When they handed me the straw, I set it down on the passenger seat before accepting the coffee, so my hand would be free. My passenger seat was completely empty at the time, and it's a solid black leather, so the extra long white straw was obviously extremely visible. I took the coffee and then I pulled up past the drive-thru window so as to not hold up the line to the little stop sign at the end because I wanted to put the straw in my coffee before hitting the road again. I inserted it into my coffee, watered up the paper wrapper and threw it away in my mini cup holder trash can.

I was driving for about five to ten more minutes, sipping my coffee through the straw, and for whatever, reason I looked down at the passenger seat. There, I saw an extra long Starbucks straw, just sitting on the seat as if it had always been there. I picked it up, thinking it was maybe just the wrapper that I had misremembered throwing away, but it was a brand new straw. I checked my coffee and the straw was still in it, so I hadn't imagined putting the straw in my coffee.

I have absolutely no explanation. for how it got there. It's the little unexplainable things that you can't deny that really get to you sometimes. I've been living in the same house for years. It's older and while I've had several unique experiences,

the house itself has never been haunted or anything like that. It all started with a simple mixing bowl. One day none of us could find it. We looked and looked everywhere. We eventually moved on from it until one day when I decided to clean out the bathroom cabinets, I reached my hand into the very back.

And there it was, that yellow plastic mixing bowl. At first I thought nothing of it. Maybe one of us just put it there because the shower faucet was leaking. But wait, there's much more. I was putting some dishes away when the same plate kept appearing in the sink. I'd put it up, check around to make sure that I'd got it. everything, closed the dishwasher, and then I'd hear it, a clunk. And that dang plate would be right back in the sink.

I was alone that night, and my pets were nowhere around, so what the hell? I just laughed it off as the simulation screwing with me, but it made me think about the mixing bowl again. Then, there's the fancy glass bowl. My mom was fixing a side dish for a church dinner, and she noticed that her favorite serving bowl was missing. We looked everywhere yet again. I even checked the same bathroom cabinets, but no bowl. Then something very weird happened. The glass bowl turned up in my neighbor's mailbox. What? How or why would that even happen? There were no scratches and it was clean

on the inside, and we haven't brought any food over to her house in months, so nothing about this made any sense. Then there's the testing kit. I was mailed a sleep study kit as I've been dealing with some serious health issues lately. I did the three-night study, taped it back up and dropped it off at the post office the next day. But two days later, the same kit was still sitting on the counter, with no tape and no forms filled out. So I had to go through the boring process of question.

questionnaires and insurance paperwork again. And that afternoon, I taped it up and sent it off for the second time. Thankfully, the second time was a charm, but this wasn't the last glitch. My insurance card. Last December, my 2025 card arrived, so I cut up the 2024 one and stuck the new card in its place inside my purse. Two weeks later, my 2025 card arrives again. I thought it was a duplicate, so I called the company, and they said that this was the only card that they had sent me. While I go to my purse and pull out what I think is the 2025 card,

only to sadly learn that it says my name in 2024 on the front. Again, what the actual hell? Well, I repeated the exact same steps that I did back in early December, and this time it worked. am I jumping timelines or am I just remembering things wrong? Because I distinctly remember taping that box and cutting up that card. I also know that each time the sink was clean and empty, every time that plate would somehow find its way back. I promise you that none of us are on drugs either.

Maybe someone or something is having fun with our house for a while, but who knows? This happened to me a couple of things. years ago, and I still can't find any explanation of what actually happened. I'm not sure if you can call this a glitch, but I don't know how to describe it otherwise. It was the winter of 2021, and I had just arrived in the U.S. Mind you, this was my first and only time visiting, and I didn't know anyone there. This specific morning, I took the train, and as soon as I entered the train,

A woman started staring at me. I'm a very intuitive person, so I know when something is off or not. This didn't make me feel uncomfortable, and I could feel her good intentions. It didn't take her long to come up to me and ask me my name. The train was very loud, and I was wearing earphones, so it took me a while to realize what she had asked. Before I could answer, she said, Your name is Elizabeth, right? You're Elizabeth?

Me, very confused in this moment, thinking, how does this woman know my name? Also, I was wearing a big winter coat in my mask because those were still mandatory, so I was, in my opinion, very unrecognizable. Besides, I didn't know anyone and nobody could have known me. But yet somehow she did know my name. Anyway, it all happened so fast. I said, yes, that was my name. But before I could ask her questions about it, she was guided off the train by the people that she was with.

You could see that she didn't want to go, but she did. As she was leaving, she said, You helped me, thank you for helping me, making me only more confused. I'm completely positive that I had never seen that woman before in my life. I was only 21 at the time, so it's not like I could have helped her a long time ago and have forgotten. I immediately regretted not getting off the train with her to be able to talk to her.

But it happened so fast. I didn't have the time to process what happened and act accordingly. I still have so many questions. Who was this woman? Did I actually help her? Will I still help her? How did she know and recognize me? I've gone all over possible explanations, but none of them explain what happened.

Has anyone else had similar encounters, or does anyone have any clue about what this was, or what it means? 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 or lots of other good stuff. Ways to get early access, read stories that I've written, submit your own story, and things like that. All that said, friends, thank you very much for listening. I do hope to see you in two weeks on the next Glitch in the Matrix episode. But until then, sleep well.