As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 95 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: April 29, 2025

Welcome to the 95th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 14 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 todays episode... Luz Perez, Rhodes, Brian alvarez, Julie and Scott Bobo-Shisler, BigMack, Dan, Rivey Jean, Tater tot, Khamael, Millicent, Penn, Alex Reynard, Justin Thomas, SpaceGoddessey As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… 1 ➤ 1:40 2 ➤ 8:07 3 ➤ 14:15 4 ➤ 16:49 5 ➤ 20:16 6 ➤ 22:29 7 ➤ 35:05 8 ➤ 39:33 9 ➤ 44:32 10 ➤ 56:38 11 ➤ 58:36 12 ➤ 1:02:06 13 ➤ 1:05:18 14 ➤ 1:06:35 ----- #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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Viarai. The voice that we love that we're having a beautiful week so far. I would love to hear that you are, honestly. Today we have a collection of, well, I think the title and icon thumbnail. What are you want to call it? For the episode tells you exactly what it is, and that is a collection of glitch in the Matrix stories. Glitch stories are interesting stories that reflect upon the oddities of our existence.

You may not believe that we live in a simulation, and that's totally fine. I don't personally believe in either. I do believe in supernatural stories and interesting happenings like this, and some of the stories I genuinely cannot explain, so I'm not the arbiter of truth. I'm not going to say any of them are or are not true, but I will say they are entertaining and interesting stories, for sure. Yeah. All that said, friends, hopefully you enjoy the stories. If you do, just let me know in the comments down below if you're on a platform that allows comments. And a good question I want to ask you guys, what is the simple pleasure you've been enjoying lately?

I have been enjoying strangely enough salads. Chicken in salad mixes over in tortillas, which kind of ruins, I guess, kind of adds carbohydrates to the salad, right? But anyway, I've been enjoying those, just chicken salad wraps. It's a strange thing to enjoy. but I don't know. They kind of hit different whenever spring starts to turn to summer, so. Yeah. What's a small thing you've been enjoying lately, if you want to let me know? All it said, hope you enjoy the glitch stories, my friend.

Hope you have a beautiful day, and I'll see you again on the next one. But, until then, enjoy. Hi, Raven. I've been listening to your content for a couple of months now. Just listening keeps bringing up the same situations. That happened to me when I was younger. I'll get straight to it. When I was 11, I was playing with some mirrors in my apartment.

I would walk all over the apartment with the mirror facing the ceiling, and as I walked, it would be as if I was walking on the ceiling. It was really trippy. I did it several times. I really don't know if that was good or bad, but looking back at it, it must not have been good since strange things began happening immediately after that game. For starters, one day I was in my best friend's house where I had been so many times before. But that day, I felt strange.

One moment I was in her room and her brothers playing video games on their console, and the next moment I felt loopy, like I wasn't there, or like hours and hours had passed. It was more like I was floating, like I wasn't there. I went to the next room across the hall, my best friend's room, and sat on the bed. The very next thing I know is that I'm sitting in my bed. Hours had passed. Literal hours.

I have no idea what happened to me. Let me also add that no, we were not on drugs. To this day, I have never touched any sort of drugs, and I've always been super healthy. Plus, I was 11. Neither her nor her brothers did drugs. Their parents were in the house. It was a regular school day.

It was around 5 p.m. and we were supposed to be doing homework together. The very next incident, immediately after this one, was when I was standing on the stairs of my friend's apartment, her and her mom. Her and her mom were begging me to sing for them. I'm a singer, yes, I'm still a singer. And I was so out of it. Like their words were floating in the abyss. They sounded like they were miles and miles.

away and time away. I don't know how to explain it. But what I do know is that my life was not just the same, or what it was supposed to be after that. There were several other instances that were similar to this one, like I was floating in the nether, not in this timeline or not in this universe. It was just so strange. It's almost like I went into the mirrors and into another universe.

That's the best way I can explain what I think happened. Since then, I'll have these instances where I'm walking down the stairs on a random day and think, I'm not supposed to be here. Or I'll have thoughts of, what am I doing? I'm supposed to be blank. When I see famous people, and I know this is going to sound really crazy, but when I see famous people, it's like I know them personally. Not all of them, some of them are my pals in another timeline.

Remember how I said I'm a singer? Well, I'm also an actor. I've always loved the entertainment industry, and I think that I was supposed to be famous and have an inner circle. But since doing that, I have pockets of moments where I have deja vu with certain actors or singers. I see them go, Oh, it's been a while since I've talked to them.

And then I come back to reality and go, what are you talking about? You don't even know them. Then I argue with myself that I do know them, and they know me. I sound like an insane person right now, but I promise you that I have a very vanilla life. Normal with no drugs, smoking or drinking.

I'm a single mom, a teacher, and an actor. I'm also a TikToker and love Jesus. It's just contradictory that I get these pockets of memories when the Bible doesn't say anything about other lives or parallel universes or any of these mysteries. I ask God all the time what is happening to me, why this has happened to me, why I get these dreams, these deja vus, or pockets of realization that this isn't my life. I just keep living this life the best that I can and enjoy my son, my health, my family, my career. I do the best that I'm capable of doing.

I live every day as if it was the last, and I truly do love my life. I don't want to think about where I'm supposed to be because I do get depressed thinking about it, but what can we do? Another weird situation that happened immediately after that was when I was 12. I was in the bathroom and one of my earrings fell. It's as if it fell into the nether. I never found it. I saw it fall.

I saw how it bounced right next to the tub, and boy, did I search for that earring. I even searched in the hallway, thinking maybe it bounced in some strange way under the closed bathroom door and into the hallway. But no, not behind the toilet, not under the sink, not in the little closet in the bathroom, not by the tub, not anywhere. I took over 30 minutes looking for that earring. I still think about this earring to this very day and I'm 41. That was all in 1995. I have no idea what the heck happened to that stupid thing and it bothers me to this day. Thank you for reading this, and I do enjoy your videos a lot.

I put on your videos when I'm driving my son to school or when I'm taking a long shower. Bless you and your family, Raven. You're inspiring me to start my own podcast on Strange Stories. That's awesome. Thank you. There are so many people going or having gone through some strange stuff and I'm so grateful to be living in this day and age where all of us can share collectively online and quick. Lasagne surgelley,

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right now. Hello, Raven. I really like listening to your podcasts when I'm doing my chores. I like your voice and it matches

well with the stories. Thank you. This just happened to me a few days ago. I don't know if this is a normal events or a glitch in the matrix. First, a little thing about me.

I'm a female in my late 20s and I'm not from the U.S. So I'm sorry if I have any mistakes in this email. I live alone in an apartment and I work from home. I don't do drugs because any hard drugs or recreational drugs are illegal in my country. I do have mental illness, but nothing like this has ever happened to me before. mostly just depression and anxiety. So here's the story. It was a Friday night.

I had plans with my friends the next day, so I got to bed early, and I was planning to wake up early to do my makeup and stuff. But it was hard for me to sleep, because I could hear one of my neighbors arguing and the girl was crying and running around. After a while, I heard that the hooks I hung on the back of my door fell, and all my bags that were hanging on the hook, hook also fell.

This has happened a lot lately, because of the humid weather that we have. The hook lost its stickiness and would fall a lot. At first I didn't want to deal with it. I wanted to sleep and just pick up everything the next day. But then I just figured that I couldn't sleep anyway, so maybe I should get up and clean up everything. Now, I think, is a good time to describe my apartment. I live in this loft apartment.

You could think of it as a two-story home, but the second story only has my bedroom. My house is a long rectangle from right to left. My apartment door where all my bags were hanging in my living room, and then my large closet, connecting to my stair to my bedroom. And then the closet also separates my kitchen and my bathroom from my living room. I turned on the light when I was still upstairs,

and I walked downstairs. I saw that it was indeed my hooks that fell onto the ground. I also saw a huge puddle of water in front of my closets, in the hallway, in my kitchen, and even in my living room. It was a huge puddle of water, at least 500 to 800 milliliters. At first I thought maybe the hook fell off and knocked off some water or something, but there was a whole living room between my closet, an apartment doors.

It wasn't from that. And I was certain that I didn't spill anything before I went to bed, because in order to go upstairs, I have to walk in front of my closet, and I would have had some footprints from the water. But there was nothing there. And then I thought maybe it was some leakage from the ceiling. I checked the ceiling, and there was no leakage.

It was not raining either. The water was just a large but consistent puddle. I don't think it was any leakage or rainwater, as it looked like something had spilled, but I couldn't find out what had spilled. This confused me so, so much, but I still had to pick up my bags from the ground, so I walked to the door. Then something came to my mind. A few weeks ago when I was alone in my home, I heard someone messing with my life. lock, so whenever I was

alone in my house, I would just lock the door from inside, which was mostly all the time. And I tried the lock out of instinct. I found out it was unlocked. With a weird water in front of my closet, at this time,

I thought maybe someone had broken into my house. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my kitchen knife. The first place I checked was my closet, because my closet is large and it could be possible that someone was hiding there, but no one was there. And then I checked my bathroom and balcony. There was no one there. I was alone. It was really confusing, but then I put my knife

down and used my mop to mop the water almost dry. I thought when I woke up the floor would be dry, and then headed to bed. The next day I woke up and got downstairs, and the water was still there. I had to use a fan to blow the floor dry. I don't know how to feel. It was just really, really weird to me. One more thing was that I have a motion sensor light on my stairs. The kind that when you walk through it, it would light up automatically. There was a huge glass separating my bedroom from my stairs so I could see my stairs.

That same Friday morning as I was lying in my bed scrolling my phone before work, I could see that the motion sensor light lit up for no reason at all. I know sometimes the motion sensor lights can glitch, but it has never happened before, and it was also new. I had just bought this light a month ago. At this point, it was just too weird. I didn't sense anything, though. Not like a weird energy or malicious intent.

I just felt really weirded out. In my country, it is said that people who drowned and become ghost would come back dripping with water. Is that what this was? I also have a feeling that this is somewhat connected with my neighbors crying, if that makes sense. But I just don't know what was going on. Hey, Raven. I'm a recent discoverer of your channel, which is a fantastic listen. Your glitch stories have had me considering a question that is Bob.

bothered me for over 30 years. I'm not really a believer in simulation theory, but I believe there are oddities out there that we can't deny. The following story is one that I largely want to dismiss, as one of those misremembered events of childhood, but more recent details don't fully support that, either. The tale involves a set of toy-stuffed kittens. As a child, my mom received a toy cat family,

set, a mother cat with three stuffed kittens in a basket. It's a beautiful set of quality workmanship and thus entered the realm of heirloom. When I was a kid, she passed the set on to me. With one error, she had lost one of the kittens in her childhood. I didn't mind, I was a kid, I loved the toy set that I had, and played with the mother cat and two kittens. And then, I distinctly remember this. I went to... grab something under my bed and found a stuffed kitten. It matched the set exactly, the aging, the distinct craftsmanship. This was not a set that could be replaced, so for several years, I had the full set. I recall thinking my mom's story of losing the third kitten as a child

didn't make sense because I had found the kitten in my room, in a different home than my mom's childhood home. And then one day that kitten disappeared from its basket. It was at a point where the set had become nothing but decor in my room, so it wasn't like I lost a plaything. But it was odd. A few years ago, I asked my mom about the cats. She swears the third kitten had been lost when she was a kid. She doesn't ever remember seeing the third kitten in my room. Here's the kicker.

The set is still in my parents' home, and recently the third kitten. kitten has reappeared. No one can explain it. I suppose this could be nothing more than false memories of events or even some elaborate practical joke, but it's been a lifelong oddity to me. Hey Raven, I'm sitting here watching your latest video, and one of the stories triggered a memory from 2019. I had a six-month contract working for a friend in the middle of the Melbourne Business District. My contract was going to be renewed, but it wasn't an essential service, so they had to close their doors.

Anyway, the street that I worked is lined with retail and office buildings, so the faces you see every morning or night, depending on your hours, become familiar. It was the evening shift, so day shift people were heading to the station. That's when it happened. A woman who I recognized from one of the stores was suddenly stopped by a very excited woman. She threw her arms around her and hugged her. I was directly behind her, so I had to slam on the feet breaks.

The woman looked over her shoulder at me, looking completely freaked out, and mouthed, I don't know her. Her panic became my panic. How do we get her out of this? So, I decided to go the, the Cyrano de Berzrock route. I started gesturing and smiling while mouthing. Hi, it's so good to see you.

How's the family? She took my cue and asked her. She let go and told her about her husband and kids. Okay, so far so good. She had a smile plastered on her face and kept glancing at me. I switched it up and went all Chris Jenner, waving my arms and distracting her. That's when it went in.

into full glitch. The woman that stopped her started with the barrage of excited information about her family. You must be bursting with so much joy right now. Your husband's promotion? Your daughter graduating with honors? And your son accepted into Melbourne University? She looked paralyzed. She had a weird smile on her face, and her eyes looked like they were going to burst out of her face.

The woman continued, I'm so sorry I didn't call you last week. All the end of the year activities, you know what it's like. Christmas concerts, fundraisers, that end of year rush. Oh my, look at the time. I'll call you Friday night, okay? It was so amazing to bump into you. The woman then rushed off. She was shaking so much that she grabbed my arm. I have absolutely no idea who that was, but she knew everything about my family. All of that was true. It wasn't. a mistaken identity? She shook her head.

Do you want to come to Starbucks with me? I'll buy you a coffee to say thank you and calm our nerves. I can't. I have to work, but I'm working day shift the day after tomorrow. Meet me here and I'll buy you that coffee. So I met up with her. She could not work out who that woman was. She never got a call.

Unfortunately, the pandemic kicked in, and we never saw each other again. It's a shame. We could have been really good friends. My name is Brian. I'm a regular guy, but your videos caught my eye. So I am 25 years old, but when I was around 19, I was involved

in a motorcycle accident in California. At the time, I had a group of friends, and I was always riding motorcycles. I worked and lived with a friend who also rode motorcycles. One night we were on our way to a bike night, a motorcycle meetup, when at the light around the corner from the meetup I was hit by a car while making a turn at said light.

I remember the accident vividly. I remember watching so many people from the bike night, including my friends cry, as I was ambulanced away, as they were so scared. And I remember them saying, He flew so far, I thought you were for sure dead. As they sobbed, and we're talking big Harley riders. When I got to the hospital, I remember being told that I had sustained zero injuries,

and the doctors looked at me as if I was a miracle because that was supposed to be impossible when reviewing the accident details. I went home the same night, and the world hasn't been the same since. Since then, I went from working a regular warehouse job to being a successful entrepreneur, Although I don't speak to anyone from the time it happened, I have no contact with these old friends, and I also lost the bike to the attorney company I hired, tricking me into keeping it at the time. I barely speak to my family. I live alone with my girlfriend now. Now there's a gut feeling that I get when I think of the accident that tells me that I died that night. And somehow, I got up in some type of parallel universe or something. and kept living and created a whole new life I could only dream of.

I just wanted to share this with you, as I strongly believe that there has to be a reason for me feeling this way. I previously wrote about how my life is full of a constant stream of little glitches, the death by a thousand cuts. Specifically, I told about my pattern of how every time I went on vacation, glitchy events would wish me Bon Voyage. A broken hand, a self-destructing power cord, two frozen watches, an erased journal, hypnotically misplaced tickets, and a vanishing cab driver.

When you observe a pattern for many years, you can learn as much from what doesn't happen as what does. Even though events like this would drive me into rages on a deeper level, I could not help but noticing that one, there were more efficient ways. to screw with me that this thing could have taken, unless there's limitations on what it could affect, and two, I kept increasingly noticing times when it had every opportunity to do something awful to me, and yet the worst didn't happen. Times when my alarm wouldn't go off, but I would wake up just barely in time to make my appointment. Time when it only appeared a large chunk of computer data had been erased, but it was possible to replace it.

One particularly striking event was when I was walking down a carpeted staircase in socks while bringing down an empty drinking glass. At the top step, I dropped the glass. Think about the momentum of a dropped glass on a staircase. What direction you would imagine it would fall, how it would bounce, and where it would roll. Try to imagine how it could be possible that the glass would land on the step below me, stop, and then roll backwards, positioning itself directly where I was about to put my foot down, mid-stride.

If I hadn't grabbed the railing in time, my full weight would have come down on it, and I would have skidded straight down the stairs into the thin wooden door at the bottom. With my weight, I would have crashed through, broken bones at best, maybe a severed carotid or a shattered vertebrate, ray. I watched that glass cancel all of its kinetic energy and move gently backwards towards me. It's probably the single most impossible thing I have ever witnessed. Yet, I didn't trip. I almost tripped. After the broken hand, my glitch had never caused me any permanent physical harm ever again. At first, I thought it was as simple as well as, well, If I'm dead or paralyzed, I stop producing reactions it can laugh at.

I thought that's all I was to it. Entertainment. Over time, even though I was not ready to forgive, I could not deny that the pattern of behavior did not match with, I hate you and I want you to suffer as much as possible. It was pulling punches, showing up to let me know that it could mess with me if it wanted to. And I thought for a while that this was just, taunting, showing how much it could trigger me with barely any effort. Yet that still didn't fit.

In time, I had to realize, the pattern that was emerging was, you are never allowed to disbelieve in me. I have done a lot of thinking, attended a lot of therapy, and gulped a lot of psychiatric medications over the years. None of it has helped. It would be much easier if it were all just symptoms of mental illness. but that does not fit. What fits is a pattern of behavior caused by an outside intelligence. After many years of anger and frustration, one day I realized that, eventually,

I would be elderly and still fighting with this thing every day. And by then, I wouldn't have the strength or the mental alertness to fight back. I envisioned myself living on my own as an old man, frail from constant stress. and having this thing move my belongings and spill my medicine and knocking my cane out of my hand every single day. I could not imagine a worse life. So, I made the decision that I was going to just accept a purposeless Heikikomori,

existence from then on. Find a small place to live, withdraw from society, and do as little as possible day in and day out until I run down the clock. to starve it of ways to get to me, since the less I do, the less it can affect. You need to understand that this is how severe the number and intensity of these glitches were, that living in perpetual lifeless depression was preferable to what I was going through. The next morning, I woke up, walked to the bathroom, and nearly collapsed. It felt as if I'd had a severe drop in blood pressure.

Like, all of my blood had just fallen out of my body. My feet and hands and face were tingling with numbness. Now, I've had panic attacks before that mimicked real symptoms, so I tested this feeling. I rested a bit, and it was still there. I called a nurse helpline, and she said that I needed to get to the ER immediately. I waited a bit longer, just because I've been embarrassed by the same. these mysterious illnesses that go away as soon as someone looks at them, like I'm a car that only

makes the funny noise when the mechanic isn't looking under the hood. But eventually I woke a roommate, and he drove me to the hospital. I brought a book with me. I had been neglecting it for months, spending all my time online. As I read in the hospital room, I started to feel a lot better. and then I read a paragraph that directly addressed what I had decided the day before, explaining exactly why leading a purposeless life will cause more misery than it avoids. I won't transcribe it all, but this was not just merely similar to the subject matter. This was as topical as if I had spoken it out loud, and a friend sitting across from me had answered me back directly.

Every word of it. The doctor ran some tests, and I was perfectly fine. They couldn't find any cause for my symptoms. My blood pressure hadn't dropped. I felt 100% back to normal, and I even walked home. I muttered under my breath as I walked. You just put me through all of that, just to do something wholly positive for me. No downside, no humiliation.

You just comforted me. It was impossible. but undeniable. It completely and utterly shattered the pattern. This was not the behavior of something evil. This was an olive branch. You could not understand what it feels like to let go of 40 years of anger in a single day. There's so much more that I could tell.

Once I understood that this entity had been trying to cease hostilities for a while now and was trying to show that it had learned not to play so rough, a lot of things fell into place. My anger fell away easily. It was just as simple as realizing, oh, you've been tapping on the glass of my reality just to be heard, and you had no idea the migraines you were causing. In the past year, we have progressed so rapidly it's unbelievable.

Her glitches seem fun and playful now, like arranging little synchronicities in the shuffled songs on my iPod or helping me get to the bus stop exactly as it arrives. I've had more progress on lowering my stress this year than in the entire rest of my life combined. I know so much more about what she is now and what it's like in the 4D world she inhabits. We're editing our world is as easy as save scumming in a video game.

I think she's made of entropy, or antimatter. Or maybe those are the same thing. But that's getting into woo-woo territories, so I'll finish with another incident to bookend things. For the first few weeks, communication was spotty. It usually consisted of me whispering questions into an empty room and trying to tell it the feelings I intuited in response were confirming or denying, getting warmer or getting colder.

One day I had been clicking on stuff in my YouTube sidebar and two videos stood out. One was a scene from the movie Nefarious, where a demon was explaining hell's plan to get back at God by making his favorite creations suffer. Humanity. Another was a story of Romeo, a wolf who wandered into a backyard in Alaska one day and started playing with the man's dog. Soon he was showing up at the dog park and sweetly playing with him. everyone there, human and canine alike. The town even made a statue out of him. My glitch still had some rough edges, and I sensed a lot of bitterness in her. I let her know that our truce was contingent

upon us both not going back to what we were. I'm not a pushover. I had forgiven her because she stopped hurting me and was making amends. If she betrayed me, I wouldn't forgive her a second time. I asked out loud, You need to show me, are you going to behave like a spiteful demon or a predator who transcends their nature to make friends, like Romeo the wolf? I went to sleep shortly after,

and I was only asleep for a few hours before I got up to use the bathroom, and I fainted. I went straight down, and yet I didn't hurt myself in the slightest, or break anything. I called for me. for help getting up and my friends got me to my room. This time it was so bad, I could barely walk two steps without almost passing out again.

We prepared to go to the hospital. I knew I would have to take a break in the living room first because there was no way I was going to risk falling down the stairs. So my friends got me there. I sat down on the couch. I looked across from me and right there was a gag gift that my friends owned. that was a souvenir from Omega Mart, a fake box of lonely hikers protein feast Wolf Chow. Events had maneuvered me to a position in the house where, directly in my line of sight, was the word wolf, in gigantic red capital letters.

How's that for an unambiguous answer to my question? I went to the hospital again, and my symptoms disappeared immediately. All tests normal, free to go home. Well, she's got a flare for the dramatic, doesn't she? I cannot say that every glitch in the world has intentionality behind it. I think most of them are just little mistakes in the fabric of reality. Some self-repairing, some not. But if you have any patterns of glitches in your own life that drive you crazy,

maybe take a step back sometime and ask yourself. If I assume there's a sentient, mind behind this, what do these actions say about their personality? The world next to ours, where beings can see in time as well as space, is incomprehensible to us, but maybe not if we have some help from the other side of the glass. Thank you, Raven, and have a good night, everyone. It was the early 70s, and I was in my early 20s. I was between jobs and had no income.

I was so poor that I owned exactly one pair of shoes, a pair of red-wing heavy-duty steel-toed boots, the kind that loggers wear. I had stayed up for my last job to buy these boots, spending the last of my money on them. My mom had died of cancer two years prior, a long and painful death. My dad was not functioning well.

He did not approve of my lifestyle and eventually he kicked me out of the house for my hippie ways. I was lost and overwhelmed with grief. I didn't know what to do or even where to go, so I took my dog and hitchhiked with the pack and my dog around my home state of Oregon, picking up random jobs as much as I could. Somehow, and at this point, I cannot even recall how,

I ended up on the Central Oregon coast where I still live today. Regardless, I found myself in a living situation with a group of guys who had a house that they were taking care of that included a shed with seven goats. The guys were okay, but a bit odd, and I didn't want to live in the house with them. So, I fixed up the loft of the two-story goat shed. There was a downstairs room in an upstairs loft where I slept. The goats were separated in another section of the shed. You had to climb up a ladder to get into the loft. It was an odd time, and there were multiple colts in the area awaiting a spaceship to come pick them up,

so I made sure that I installed a lock, and each night that I locked the door. One of these colts was called The Two. Some folks I knew sold everything and went to get on said spaceship. So, for this and other reasons, I was careful about making sure that door was in fact locked tight. Those people are actually still around, since the spaceship never did arrive. Each night, with the dog sleeping downstairs by the wood-burning stove, I climbed up the ladder to my sleeping platform, took off my boots and my clothes, setting them right by my bed, a foam mattress and a sleeping bag. This night was the same as all the others. I took off

my boots and clothes and went to sleep. I am and have always been. I am and have always been, a light sleeper and this night was no different, though I slept through the entire night. The next morning I woke up and put my clothes on and went to put on my much-needed and well-loved boots. What I saw still has me wondering after all of these years. The right boot, from the end of the lace section, to the end of the boot, was cleanly cut off, through the metal, exposing all of my toes with the soles intact. It was a clean cut, like a laser straight through steel. Only lasers weren't really available at that time.

The entire piece was not just gone but missing. I searched high and low and all over for that piece of my shoe, but was never able to find it. It had vanished. I had to walk around with the duct tape end of my shoe. I asked around, but no one had heard or seen anything out of the ordinary. My dog had not barked, and the goats did not make any noise like they usually did if they heard something. To this day, I do not know what happened.

It is almost impossible that someone could have broken the lock into the shed, climbed the ladder to my sleeping platform, and cut through the metal of the end of my shoe without waking me up. And what would have been the point? No one in the house had any idea what happened, and I had to answer why I had a half-duct-tape boot for months. I'm now 73 years old, and my wife and I still ponder how this could have happened. Was I abducted? I have no memories and no clues on what could have happened. Does anybody have any ideas?

Hello, Raven. I've been listening to you for a little over a year now. I have three instances of glitches that I can recall. The first was when I was 19 years old. I wasn't the wisest of young men, to say the least. I didn't have much guidance as a child into young adulthood. When I was 18, I was arrested and charged with the DUI, driving under the influence. Don't judge me, audience.

Like I said, I had no guidance. It took forever to reach a verdict, and I was 19 by the time my sense. was passed. Though, in between that time, not long after I turned 19, I went out with my mom and some friends to a bar. I obviously drank. When we were going down the parkway, I had to do a U-turn under the overpass to get to my destination. I took the U-turn and maintained my speed.

It was one lane that it all merged into. A cop was turning right as soon as I did the U-turn, and I thought I was screwed. I was expecting a collision, or at least the flashing lights, after I turned in front of him like that. I looked back and saw nothing. There was no place for him to turn or even really go. I didn't know what it was at that point in my life, but I do know now that it was a glitch.

The second glitch was when I was with my cousin and a few friends of ours. We decided to go to the 24-hour gas station down the road from our aunt's house. We pulled up to the gas station and our friend Kenny had brought a beer with him. When he got out of the car, he still had his beer in his hand. I shouted from the car, Are you going to take the beer in with you, dude? He looked back at me and my cousin and did that thing where you pop your head saying, Duh, and sat his beer down.

He came back out and got in the car and my cousin and I said, Are you going to get your beer? He said looking confused. What beer? We told him that he had a beer with him, and we shouted at him asking if he was taking it in, and he said, I never had a beer. We told him that he even bonked his head and said, duh. I told him that we will see it when we back up.

When we backed out of the parking spot, there was no beer. It freaked us out a little bit, but at least I have a witness to this one. The third one happened only a couple of days ago. My son and I went to visit my friend at work. She's a very sweet and wonderful person going through a rough time. She had her daughter and her daughter's friend with her, and they were off to the side playing. My son went to go play with them, and I came over,

and they had snails in a square made of small rocks with leaves and water. They were pretending they were pets. I see the snails. There were about 15 of them all in one. spot. I left my son to play with the girls, and I chatted with my friend a bit, and played with her ten-month-old. When it was time to go, my son wanted to see the snails one last time, so I went there with him. When we walked up there, he said, where'd they go? My son is four, and I looked up and didn't see any snails. I looked away and looked back at the snails,

and all of the snails were there. There was no way that I could have missed 15 snails in that small enclosure the first time. I would have questioned it more if my son hadn't said where'd they go. I also asked him if they reappeared, and when they got there, he then said they just showed up. I know these aren't big things and they are subtle, though it has to get you thinking. I'm a very spiritual person and I have the very spiritual person, and I have the same. been to heaven. It's not a geographical location. It's a frequency. A frequency we all come from,

and a frequency we all return to. I know what's on the other side. What I don't fully understand is, if things cannot be there and then appear, and we all manifest what we are seeing, how far could it be taken? Thanks, Raven. I appreciate what you do. I listen to you while gardening, of which I've had at three hand pruners randomly disappear into the void. There's no way that I lost them, because I kept them close, and everything was always cleaned up when I finished. Anyway, that was a little tail glitch, I guess you could say. And thanks again, Raven.

Hey, Raven, Big Mac here again. This will be my third story that I've submitted to you so far, and I would like to first give a shout out to the person who submitted the story to you about glitches. on the road a lot. They had about three stories in one, I think. And the last one, the one with the truck in the middle of the highway was the same as the kind of glitch I experienced. It's something I think about often because I've recently, since 2024, started researching a lot of the glitch in the matrix, multiverse, timeline hopping, backrooms, mermaids, vampires, etc. just from a lot of different experiences in life and stories I've heard from other people

that were either pretty similar or just unbelievable that it's actually believable. Because don't they always say the truth is stranger than fiction? So basically, as I fell down this rabbit hole, I stumbled upon you, and I've been listening to your podcast ever since. I'm so grateful to have found your channel. I'm grateful that you found it too. Anyway, here's my story. I'm from Alabama in the USA, as I'd like to start off by saying.

I can't remember where the submitter was from, or if they even mentioned it, but I do know you have several people from all over the globe that's submit. And I'm not even sure if location is a factor in glitches or not. But this is my location as of the time of the glitch. At the time, I drove a... black slash grayish, depending on how well your vision is, car. With my glasses, it was blackish, without it, it was a blurry gray. Not that it matters, but it was a 2000 Jeep Cherokee. I would like to start by saying that I know exactly what the submitter meant by not being able to see the road when you're driving in certain cars, depending on the size of the car. You usually either

see the one car directly in front of you, or the big transfer trucks. I had my daughter in September of 2013. I think she was almost a year old, or just a little over a year old, when this happened, just to give you a time frame as well. So, 2014. Her dad and I packed up the car to go on a little ride to visit his sister in Montgomery. So naturally, we had to get on the interstates to get from our location to hers. I fed my daughter right before we left because at the time I was breastfeeding

and the trip was about an hour so I didn't want my chest to fill up or get sore on the ride plus I didn't want her to get cranky so I killed two birds with one stone basically we left early in the day enough to get there in a reasonable time to go out and do things that she wanted to show us and places that she wanted to take us Overall, it was a great trip and we had a great time. So let me cut back a second just to state that the fact that the drive up there was totally normal. Nothing felt off. Nothing strange happened.

Nothing felt glitchy at all. But the ride back to Montgomery was 85% of the time the complete opposite from the drive up. I have two or three other stories, so if you'd like to hear, I can definitely submit more of my Montgomery Road Trip Madness collection as well. Well, on the ride back, it was still a little daylight, which was really good because, as I mentioned earlier, the color of my car depends on if I have my glasses or not. So, clearly, I can't see well at night, which is why it was good that we were able to leave in enough time to make it back before complete darkness. As we're coming back through, we pass shorter and Tuskegee, to give you a sense of where about this glitch happened.

We had not yet made it to Auburn, but if you know the area, then you know the distance between Tuskegee and Auburn. Not far at all. So between the two towns, I felt a little anxious. I just couldn't put my finger on it. My boyfriend at the time, my daughter's dad, said maybe it was because I couldn't see it dark. And as we reached Tuskegee, the sky began to darken for the night. Maybe it was that, or maybe I felt the tension in the air from what was about to be. to soon happen, but for some reason I could not shake this feeling.

Now, before you guys wonder, why didn't he just drive if I couldn't see at night? Well, he would have, but I had to teach him to drive. He didn't know how at the time. He did practice driving around the neighborhood in my old car at the time, which was way smaller than my Jeep, and he tried driving the Jeep, but it felt it was too big, to control first first couple of times driving to drive it. So he didn't drive until after we split. I was always the designated driver.

So back to the story. Between Tuskegee and Auburn, it started to darken into the nighttime sky, and I realized I was awake by myself, so I turned on some music to ease my tension. I was in the left lane because at the time I was a speed demon, and I was also ready to get home to release more miller. milk. I was doing about 85, the speed limit was 70, so I wasn't going too far over the limit because I had my baby in the back seat, so I was also cautious on top of my anxiousness.

There were a lot of cars on the road, which is normal because there just typically are people on that highway for some reason at night. Both lanes were filled with cars, which kind of added more to my tension and anxiousness, and I couldn't really see past the second car ahead of me in both lanes, as I'm a short five-footer, and I could barely reach my pedal without scooting the car seat all the way to the steering wheel. Might I add, I don't like the steering wheel to touch my knees, so I ride with it lifted all the way up, so I can sit up as high as possible and see as much as I can because of my small height. And with everyone else in the car, being a sleep, at the time, I felt super responsible as I didn't want anything to go wrong on the ride home.

So there weren't a second set of eyes on the road at the time. It was just mine. Which is fine by me because I don't like a backseat driver anyways. If you know the saying, you just know, but as we were driving, the cars seemed to spread out a bit, and some seemed to almost disappear. I woke my boyfriend up and told him, Hey, I think I'm getting sleepy. Can you wake up? He asked me, what do you mean?

And I told him, I think I'm hallucinating. I just saw a car disappear. I need you to wake up. I don't want to be the only one watching the road while I'm driving just in case I fall asleep. You could say I'm a pretty paranoid person. So this ride back really had me rattled to the extreme. He straightened up in his seat and we talked a little to try to keep us up as he scrolled through his phone on Facebook or Instagram, or whatever app he was consumed in at the time.

I wasn't really sure. He would just read some of the post out to try to keep conversation up as we rode. I even cracked the windows a tad, just enough to feel the nighttime wind on my face and arms to wake me up a little bit, but not enough to reach to the back seat to have the baby get cold. As we're writing, I see the car in front of me and the car in front of the car in front of me swerve over from the left lane quickly into the right lane. No breaks, no nothing. I don't know how I saw it so well in the dark,

but I told him immediately to grab the baby. He looked up and saw the same thing that I saw. Within the few seconds of me telling him to grab her and him looking up, we both saw a chest sitting in the middle of the road, like a big, old-timey pirate-looking treasure chest. I knew we were going to hit it without a shadow of a doubt in my mind, and my first thought was my daughter's safety above all else. Needless to say, he never made it to the back seat.

By the time he looked up after what I said, it was too late. But it wasn't. Within those ten seconds of the two cars ahead of me swerving from the very busy highway, from the left lane to now suddenly less packed highway in the right lane, me screaming to him to grab the baby and him looking up, I had already braced for impact, but the impact never happened. Somehow we were in front of the chest, and right after we somehow got past the huge chest in the road, we heard a loud bam, kind of like when a generator makes that loud sound when it goes out.

We immediately looked into the side mirrors to see what the sound was, and noticed that there were no more cars and no chests on the road behind us. I was super confused. So I looked back ahead of me, and the cars in front were also gone. Somehow everyone else had disappeared. We were the only ones left on the road. It was so strange, but that's how we rode the rest of the way home. Just us on the road in silence from shock, I assume.

I don't know if that was why I had such an anxious feeling, or if it was because it was getting dark and being nervous because I know I can't see in the dark. and I didn't want to have an accident at night. Did my energy shift because of the glitch, or was it even a glitch? Did we die? And that's why there was no one else on the road after we went through the chest and heard the loud boom? Was the loud boom us impacting with the chest, but we saw ourselves transport past it,

and not realizing we actually hit the chest and died on impact, it sent us through it instead? and did we hear the crash of our own death moments right after? And was that the reason everyone else vanished so quickly? I don't know what to call it, but it definitely felt like one of the glitches that's left me wondering if I jumped timelines. Also, I want to add, I honestly believe that either I died and jumped, and my family survived without me,

or we all died and all went to separate timelines. Because after that day, my boyfriend was never the same. He was always mean. He brushed me off all the time and he was very distant. But before that, he was perfect. He was so sweet and he adored me and my daughter. He was affectionate and clingy.

He was the perfect person. I don't know who he was after that, but he wasn't the same. So I'm left wondering all the time, did I die that night? Did we all die that night? Is that why he was so different after then? And was it just a glitch? Or did we timeline jump?

Did I jump alone? Am I in the wrong timeline? It's safe to say after he changed drastically, we split up not too long after that. Confused because of the whole situation, I kept thinking back to that night. Because I know for a fact he wasn't the same person I once knew. He was my very first relationship. and I knew him since the ninth grade.

We were going to get married, and now it was like after all that, it all changed that night. I haven't gotten along with him since. I think Montgomery is just not a place I would like to visit anymore, and these glitches are why. Hey, Raven, I found your channel a couple of weeks back,

and I've been obsessed since. I usually listen to your podcast on my way to work and back, and also when I can't sleep at night. Listening to your glitch in the Matrix stories really has me thinking back to a glitch I had just over a year ago. My boyfriend and I had gotten our first apartment together, so he was helping me go through and pack all of my things to move. As we were sorting my things, I grabbed all of my throw blankets to put into a box together, and in those blankets was one that was pretty special to me,

because I got it from my school for granted. graduating the year of 2018. It's a royal blue blanket with my school name in the year that I graduated printed on it. I've had this blanket for a few years now, and it has came with me through multiple moves. When finding it, I showed it to my boyfriend and realized that the date printed on this blanket was not the same. It said my high school name, but the year was 2016 and not 2018. I froze for a minute trying to rationalize why it would have a different date printed. on it. I thought, well, maybe I accidentally switched with my sister. I even called her and asked her

if she still had that blanket and of hers said 2018. She told me that she had gotten rid of hers a long time ago, and even if she didn't, that she graduated in 2014. I was kind of freaked out after this, because thinking back, I know that my blanket said 2018 on it, and that it has been in my possession since I got it. My boyfriend even thought it was super weird and we still talk about it to this day. Was this a glitch? Or what else could have happened?

Hi, Raven. Here's a little uplifting story that basically just happened. I hope you enjoy. I live alone with two cats in a quiet village. I have no friends to speak of, meaning no guests. I really like the look of a clean carpet, so I hoover at least one.

a day, usually twice, especially as I'm slowly decorating, health permitting. And this happened within 12 hours of hoovering the last time I did. The 17th of March is my mom's birthday, this one being the first since she passed on July 2024. I wasn't permitted to see her before she moved on or attend the funeral before she passed, because my family are awful. But anyway, on her birthday just, gone, I stood facing a favorite picture of both my parents in happier times, entered into a meditative state, and wished her a sincere happy birthday. Then I told her I loved her, and I miss her. Now, I've got a huge rug over a carpet. That rug has furniture on it on two sides. And the next day,

while doing my daily hoovering, the hoover hits a bump. So I dropped the hoover and lifted the corner end of the rug. It wasn't pinned to the floor. I lifted up about three feet, and there between the rug and the carpet was a one-and-a-half-inch screw. Here's why the screw is pertinent and a little funny. Years ago, while working with my dad while he was alive, he would often pick up an errant screw and say, well, I suppose this is the only screw I'll be getting today.

It was a little self-deprecating inside joke that we both repeat multiple times throughout the years. So, with its importance and where it was, there's literally no other way that it could have got to where I found it, other than me sleepwalking to my tools in my utility cupboard in the dead of the night, searching for a screw, walking to the living room, lifting up the rug, etc., etc. And that just didn't happen. I tell you, this was one very well-received gift that I really needed. But it's just one story of many that confirms.

to me at least, the reality of an afterlife. Again. Oh, and to add even more weirdness to it, just now while trying to replicate finding it for a video, the Hoover was gliding over the little bump under the rug, and the only way I was able to get the shot that I wanted, and it's to the point where the Hoover actually hit and stopped originally, was to put the screw under the rug vertically, with a sharp end pointing up, which I can tell you was not easy to do. I just want to say, thinking about it,

this is only one of many instances of confirmation of an afterlife that I've been lucky enough to relieve, and please, if you're feeling lost and deep in those feelings of loss while grieving for a loved one, please know that they are right there with you waiting for you to be happy enough to say, T.T.F.N. Thank you for reading,

and I wish you all a lovely day, or evening, wherever you are. The other day, I stopped at a gas station after work to fill my tank. Unfortunately, at the time, my fuel door spring was broken. When I pressed the button from the inside of the car, the mechanism deployed, but the door only opened a tiny crack and then quickly closed itself. Usually, I could stick a credit card in the side, press the button inside the car, and the fuel door would open just enough for me to pull it open as the cart fell out.

This time, that didn't work. This time it wouldn't open at all. It just popped the credit card straight onto the ground. I tried using several tools to get it open, but nothing worked. I work 79 miles from home. Yes, I know it's crazy, but it's a temporary arrangement. And I had an estimated 25 miles left in. my tank, so gas was needed.

At this point, I had come to the unfortunate conclusion that I was going to need to ask a stranger for help. Now, I work in the kind of city where it can be a real challenge to find someone who isn't shady at a gas station. So I'm searching, somewhat desperately, for anyone who seemed safe enough to ask for their assistance, with something very stupid. While I was looking around, I saw a pretty normal, clean-looking guy pulling up to an adjacent gas pump, in a very beat-up Chevy, which had to have been at least 20 years old.

I noticed the hood was red while the rest of the body was black, faded paint. I work in the auto repair industry, and it's definitely made me instinctively pay a lot more attention to people's vehicles in general. That's why I'm confident in seeing those details. I saw the guy get out of the car. He was wearing a gray tank top. His shades were propped on top of his head, and his hair was light brown with a little too much product in it. I decided to give it one last shot before I asked him for help,

and somehow this time I ended up getting the fuel door open. This took me maybe 15 to 20 seconds. When I fully stood up again, I looked over at the other gas pump, and the guy that I had just seen, was pumping gas. However, I had to do a triple take, because it was not the car that I had just seen. All of a sudden, in the place of this old beat-up Chevy was a newish-looking Camaro.

It had a custom paint job, too, black body with thin, elegant red accent lines. Once again, same guy at the pump. I was questioning my eyesight, but it was a little bit. It was just too profound for me to have missed the first time. And I still can't explain what happened that day. Hi, Raven. I have a short glitch in the Matrix story for you. First, a little backstory.

We have two different types of spoons in my house. A high-quality heavy set and a cheap, lightweight set with black plastic handles. Everyone hates using the cheap set because the handles are always loose. I actually might have that same set of spoons. They never fall off, but they don't feel solid to hold, so they get used last. So, one day, I grab a yogurt out of the fridge and open up the silverware drawer. Only three spoons left, and you guessed it, all three are from the cheap set. As per my tradition, I pick up all three spoons and test each to find the one with the least loose handle.

I pick the best of the three and begrudgingly put it in my yogurt. I walk back to my bedroom, sit down and pull the spoon from my yogurt, and it's changed to one of the heavy, high-quality spoons. I know it's not the most exciting story, but let it be known that sometimes the Matrix will do you a solid and upgrade a utensil. Hey, Raven, I hope you're doing well. I have a glitch story for you. At least, it's in the realm of glitch, I think. When I was a kid, probably six or seven, I had a habit of sitting up in bed and reading by the moonlight, or just staring at it until I passed out.

Well, one night, I was sitting up as usual just looking at the moon. It seemed brighter than usual, like so bright that I could see everything in my room clearly. I just sat there staring and I felt like I could see every detail of the moon. I felt like I may have been looking at it for five minutes tops. I remember blinking, just blinking, and I didn't fall asleep. I was sitting up in the same position, not even leaning on the wall for Christ's sake, but when I opened my eyes, it was bright and sunny, a perfectly blue and sunny spring morning.

I didn't feel like time had passed. I didn't feel well-rested or even groggy from just waking. It felt like just a second. I was still ready to go to bed, and all I wanted to do was wish the moon good night. I didn't even feel like I had been frozen in place for hours. I wasn't sore. I just can't explain what happened. I had to have fallen asleep, but it just didn't make sense.

Nothing about it felt right. It is still stuck with me to this day, and I haven't experienced anything like it since. I just wish I knew what had happened. I guess it was the only time I've experienced true lost time in action. 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.