As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 96 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: May 14, 2025

Welcome to 96th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 15 stories that will make you question reality itself, submitted and posted by everyday people. Today we have stories about disappearing objects, strange happenings, time skips and quantum immortality. If you enjoyed this episode, be sure to like or rate the podcast, and leave me a comment with your thoughts if the platform your own supports it! Scary story episodes 2 to 3 times a week (New stories On Wed/Fri, Comps/remasters on Sundays) If you have a story to submit, would like to find where to listen to the podcast, or want to find me on social media platforms, all of that info can be found at https://www.astheravendreams.com You can also send stories into my subreddit (r/theravensdream) or email them to me at [e-mail] Want to check out some ATRD Podcast Merch? ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Or for signed merch ➤ https://ko-fi.com/AsTheRavenDreams I wrote a novel, "The Insomniac's Experiment" by Raven Adams! Check it out on amazon (Or you can email me for a signed copy!) Join Patreon to get early access and support the Podcast! ➤ https://www.patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out my gaming channel with my pal Ghost_Ink ➤ @superNefariousBros On YouTube Disclaimer ➤ Episodes include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Listener discretion is always advised. ALL Audio and visuals on this podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format. Bless This Mess. #AsTheRavenDreams #TrueScaryStories #GlitchInTheMatrix Thank you to all of the authors that have stories in todays episode... blue, Ipsha Roy, Elizabeth Bacon, Sanja, Dara, Jaden, BigMack, Robin, Aara Macauley, Midi O’rourke, Winter Sunflower, Elizabeth Emerald, Emily Walker, Jersey Styles As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. Midroll after the first story and after the 10th TimeStamps… 1 ➤ 01:17 2 ➤ 06:21 3 ➤ 10:05 4 ➤ 13:11 5 ➤ 24:15 6 ➤ 28:11 7 ➤ 29:40 8 ➤ 35:05 9 ➤ 36:20 10 ➤ 43:12 11 ➤ 51:00 12 ➤ 53:13 13 ➤ 57:39 14 ➤ 58:42 15 ➤ 1:00:43 ----- #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 there, beautiful people. I hope you're having a wonderful week so far, and I hope the rest of the week treats you just as well. I don't really have much to say today in this intro. I am considering updating the schedule for the podcast. I guess I'll mention that. So what does that mean for listeners? I'm going to change how I do things,

because my current schedule is a bit disjointed. Some weeks have two episodes, some have three, some have one, kind of. I don't know. my intent is to make it to where there is an episode every three days, um, starting from an arbitrary starting point, maybe this episode,

maybe the next episode. Uh, I think it'll work out. I think having a new episode every three days would be the best way to do this instead of doing three some weeks, two, some weeks, one,

four random scrambling, so I don't think it'll decrease the amount of content you guys get. So, I may try it out near the end of the month, uh, maybe like end of May through June and see how it works out and if it works out great may keep it so that's all nothing else really to talk about so hopefully you're having a great week like I said hope I see again here soon but until then enjoy I honestly wasn't sure where I should put this story

the paranormal or the glitch in the matrix but I've decided on the latter because with things like ghost and spirits especially if it's loved ones I feel that they still kind of adhere to the physical plane's rule to an extent And that's not the case here. The year was 2012, so I was 17 at the time. And while some people were anticipating the end of the world in December, I remember that, my world ended in March when my grandmother passed away.

It came out of nowhere for everyone. She went to take a nap and never woke up again. It's needless to say that everyone in the family was devastated, me included. I cried myself to sleep that same. same night, and wound up having a dream about her that gave me some closure of sorts. That's a story for the paranormal side of things, so maybe I'll write that at a later date. Let's fast forward to May of the same year. I, along with my mom and sister, were living with my great-grandmother, the mother of my

grandmother. How she lived in was old, I think. I'm not 100% sure how long she lived there, but I can say that she lived there for, about half of her life, until she died at the age of 83 in 2013, one year after the death of her only daughter. The house was small, but cozy. Its side yard was even smaller, yet just as comforting, despite how dangerous the neighborhood had gotten over the years.

I sometimes like to step outside for a bit to take in the fresh air. Decorating the area was a swinging bench, some lawn decor, and many pots and pans containing plants. one being a large clay pot containing small flowers of varying colors. And the reason for me writing this story. I will say that I wasn't sure what kind of flowers they were, just that they were small and came in yellow, white, red, and purple. I want to say that they were petunias,

and why this is important to tell is because of what happened on Mother's Day. It was the first Mother's Day without my grandmother, but we still planned to make it a happy one. We're farm believers in ghosts and the paranormal, so we've collectively felt that my grandmother was still with us, and would still want us to enjoy the day. So, as I've done a couple times before, I stepped out to the side yard for a bit of fresh air, just looking around, until my eyes landed on the pot of petunias. Only most of the petunias were gone, and were replaced by tall stalks of calla lilies. I stood still and stared at the pot in bewilderment, thinking, Wait, those lilies weren't there yesterday, were they?

In all my 17 years of visiting my great-grandmother, I've never once seen calla-lilies among her plants. I went back inside to tell my mother and sister, and they were also perplexed, as they remembered the pot being filled with petunias the day before. I don't think there was even a hint of a lily growing. While I am a believer in the fantastic side of things, I try to remain a skeptic, and think of more logical explanations first. I thought about cross-breeding and that the petunia flowers just changed into lilies, but that made zero sense for many reasons,

such as the fact that petunias and lilies are from different families of flowers altogether, and such method of cross-breeding would be incredibly difficult. My second thought was that a seed or bulb was planted without us knowing. And while that could have been possible, there was one crucial reason why I didn't think this was the case either. The lilies disappeared the next day, and never grew again. At the time we all believed that the lilies were a gift from my late grandmother, and while a part of me still thinks this now, after hearing so many glitch in the Matrix stories, I can't help but feel that these lilies were perhaps from a different timeline.

Maybe one where lilies instead of petunias were planted. Or maybe my grandmother planted them in a parallel universe as a gift for her mother. Who knows? I'm still wondering to this day, I'm even looking at the pictures we took of the pot now. The thing that gets me is that there were zero hints of the lilies growing there. I looked it up to see how long it would take full. for a lily to grow in bloom, and it's just not possible.

It was like it popped into existence overnight before disappearing the next night. The pot, once again, contains petunias without a single sign of the lilies presence. Hey, Raven, Big Mac here again. This will be the second story that I've submitted. I love your podcast, and I've been listening for about almost a year now, and all of your stories make me feel like I'm not crazy, like my sister always claims. But that's a few stories for another time.

I want to thank you for this podcast because if I didn't find you, I would probably start believing my sister. Anyway, this is something that happened to me just now. I'm not sure if it could be considered a glitch or not, but it kind of caught me off guard anyway, just like most glitches that happened for me throughout my life. So, today is Saturday, March 8th.

It's currently now 143 p.m. So, let's go back about 15 minutes. I was sitting in the kitchen on my phone looking through my Snapchat memories for today. After you finish for the day, some random pop-ups. If you have Snapchat, you know what I'm talking about. So between 128 to 135, I finished with the memories for the day, and a few randoms came up next. As I tapped through them, I looked at a picture of my two kids together from Halloween of 2024.

My 11-year-old is a huge anime fan and she was Naruto. My 5-year-old son, who was into anything new at the time, was Montgomery Gator or Monty from the Five Nights at Freddy's movie. I looked at the picture for about a minute or so and swiped off Snapchat and then looked at the time, which was now 137. As soon as I sat my phone on the table, my daughter walks around the corner into the kitchen, and none other than her Naruto costume from this previous Halloween. I was confused, but also found it a bit funny, but just caught off guard a bit by the whole thing.

I kind of laughed as I told her, this is crazy. You know, I was just on Snapchat looking at my memories. Hold on, let me show you. And I pull up her picture with her brother to show her, and she laughed. as well. She just said, wow, unenthusiastically, might I add, and then proceeded with, can you button this for me? I laugh again and say yes, as I reached a snap her Velcro patches into place, and when I finish, she walks away unbothered. I guess she wasn't too much moved by the situation like I was, but I just immediately thought, what a weird glitch. I didn't ask her what

she thought of it, and maybe I should have, but she knows that I watch your glitch in the Matrix playlist daily. Well, thank you. So she is kind of familiar with it, and I'm pretty sure she already knew what I was thinking. Plus, she will hear something in one of your videos as I'm listening, and she says, Mama, something like that happened to me, and try to explain it. I can submit some of her stories if you'd like. Sure, I'd appreciate that. But I just wanted to know if, Something like this has happened to someone else before. I'm not sure if it's considered a glitch or seeing into the near future a few minutes, or what to consider it.

I believe it would be some sort of synchronicity. It felt like just one of my normal glitches that I've experienced throughout my life. Can anyone help explain it where I can possibly understand what just happened? But I'm going to go eat now while I listen to your podcast. Hi, Raven. I hope you and patients are doing well and your move is going smoothly. Thank you. I want to thank you for giving us this platform to tell our stories.

No matter the subject of the stories you tell, your voice and narration calm my mind and allow me to get to sleep faster than I have ever been able to before. Well, thank you for that as well. That's always the intent. I'm not sure if this would qualify as a Mandela effect or a paranormal category, so I'll let you decide where to put it. I grew up in the smallest town in the United States. probably. Our school was K-12 and had less than 500 students. Everyone knew everyone in their families, their dogs, cats, vehicles, homes, histories, and habits.

A few years after I graduated, I heard through the grapevine that a schoolmate had passed away. He was one of a pair of brothers. We'll call him Matt and his older brother Carl. At the time, I was working two jobs and couldn't get off work to go to his wake. About two months later I was grocery shopping, and I saw Matt in the store. I was dumbfounded, but then assumed that I had just heard the wrong brother had passed.

After all, small-town grapevines are not always reliable. Not sure of what to say to him, I didn't mention the passing. Another couple of friends joined the conversation, and the four of us blocked the aisle for about ten minutes, talking about day-to-day, what you've been up to kind of rhetoric. Still in bewilderment, I looked at the faces of our other friends to see if they were just as confused as I was. They showed no sign of confusion.

So I went ahead with the assumption that I had just been misinformed. When the conversation was over, we hugged each other's necks and went on our merry ways. About three weeks later, I was talking with my best friend. She mentioned that Matt and Carl's mother was having trouble with Carl's behavior since his brother had passed. I was stunned, and for a few moments could not say anything. I finally asked her if she was confused because I thought Carl was the one who had passed. She corrected me saying, How could you get them confused? They looked nothing alike.

I told her about the conversation I'd had with Matt and our other friends at the store. She said that the three of us were talking to a ghost because Matt was no longer with us. Refusing to believe that I've lost my mind, I contacted the two other friends that had joined my and Matt's conversation. They confirmed that we had indeed had the conversation with Matt in the grocery store. They had also just assumed that they had been misinformed that day. Not knowing how to process what we had experienced, the three of us just agreed to not mention it again and went about our lives.

Hi Raven. I've been a listener for some months now, and I really like your stories. Today, for the first time, since my last glitch a few years ago, I had another glitch experience. I never sent that story in, maybe someday. A month ago, I started helping at a school for a few hours, once in a while. This week was actually my fourth time in and around this building. Before that, I never saw this school. only in pictures that I looked at a little before I started helping there.

The school is based in a very old building. Importance to this story is that I'm a wheelchair user, and the school building is not really accessible because it's so old. To get into the building is quite a hustle for me, since you need to take a few steps of stairs to the front door. The lack of accessibility could have been the choice for me not to help there, but I can still take a few steps. It costs me a lot of energy,

and I need to ask people for help to carry my wheelchair inside, but since I like this place a lot, and I just need to be in one part of the school that is accessible to roll around once you're inside, I decided to give it a try since I like the school a lot, and the people are extremely nice. They genuinely have zero problems with helping me and love when I'm there. It's worth the hustle, the extra energy and needing to rely on others for a bit.

They told me they're thinking about making the school more accessible, though. Also, because someone else might need it in one day, and accessibility helps everyone. They really want to do that, so no worries, but that's not the point of the story. This means that when I arrive, it always takes a few minutes for someone to see me, so I can ask them to carry my wheelchair inside. The front door has windows in it, and since the part they can look through outside is so small, because the rest is blurry, it always takes a little time.

This means that I've stared at the front door longer than any person would normally do, waiting for someone to see me, seeing their shadows behind the door, but them not seeing me so fast from the inside. Once I'm seen, mostly because someone goes outside, someone helps me with carrying my chair in and I take those few steps up the little stairs. So, when I arrived at school this week, and the first thing I noticed was the new front door. It was this high-quality plastic material that is used a lot in my country for doors and windows.

Even when it's plastic, it still looks very good. Also, on old buildings, but it's clearly modern and plastic. It has the same dark green color. as the old door, and nine clear windows that would take up almost all the space on the door, so I could look right into the hallway with 100% clear view. I thought to myself, wow, that looks good. Modern but still very pretty with the old building. And now I can see people inside, and they can see me much better when I'm waiting.

How convenient. So, once I was inside, I said to the staff member who helped me in, something along the lines of how I liked the new door. This woman looked at me very confused and said, We don't have a new door. Confused, I said that I remembered an old-style wooden door that was also very old, and where you could peek through the top windows

at face height of an adult, that the rest of the windows were blurry. You would see, just see some blurry people standing on the other side. She told me that the wooden old door I described had been there, even pointing out that it was so old and almost fell apart, but said that it was replaced a little over a year ago together when all the windows in the school were replaced with the same plastic material.

This made me really confused, since I only had been there this week for the fourth time. Once for introduction, wants to work with someone else to get an idea of what was expected of me and how things work, and the first time coming to help by myself. and the fourth time was this week. All three times before had been this year with the last visit just one month ago. She suggested that maybe I had seen the old door in pictures and that's what I had in my mind. So I let it rest with her, not wanting to make myself look like a crazy person. But the point is that a month ago I had to open the front door for one of the kids.

She had been waving by the window from a room next to the front door to signal me to open it because someone had locked it. I remember opening it while standing up by the door for the first time and looking down at her peeking through the top window before I opened the door. I remember I intentionally decided to open the door while standing up because I wanted to know how clearly you could look outside from the top windows. I had this interest because I had this feeling for myself that it felt kind of unsafe that you couldn't see from the inside who was at the front door. So in this moment, I figure out that if you stand very close to the window and kind of peek through, you could see someone clearer and in way more detail.

I remember this peeking down vividly and why I did it. I already knew it was her. That day, I took a good look at the normal windows and came to the conclusion that those were still the same as all the last times. These were actually plastic green windows that must have been replaced a bit more than a year ago. I decided to ask two other people. I was introduced to this teacher that told me he was also half-handyman at the school. So I asked him if the door was new. He told me the exact same thing.

The door was not new. It was replaced a little over a year ago. I also asked one of the kids, they didn't really pay attention to the door, but thought nothing was different. Only with an old picture pointing out, he remembered the window foil that was on that door, but from longer ago.

I was really, really confused, because I was 100% sure the door I knew was from wood, and it didn't have windows where you could look through. except the part at eye level to peek through. So, obviously, I looked it up on street view, and in picture form of the school. I found two versions of the old wooden door. Both have the same nine windows in the same place as the new plastic door has. One of the pictures is very old, and from when they just opened this location almost ten years ago.

This door is the old wooden green door that has this old style glass that is a little bit of a little tinted brown that's shaped in waves. The waves make this effect that the person on the other side of the door looks very strange. But if you stood very close to it, the person would become more clear. Or when you put your eyes close to the glass, you can look through it. I'm not even sure if you can still buy this glass nowadays. It's such an old style. All nine windows in the door had this glass.

Now, the newer old wooden door is the door that I remember. It's the exact same door, but it has the same special wavy glass in the top three windows, and normal glass in the other six windows. But this normal glass is covered with this matte foil so people can't look in, or you can't look out. Also, note, if you stand close, you can't look through it. This foil makes people look blurry behind it, but you can see their shapes and the color of their clothes clearer the closer they get. The way I remembered people standing blurily behind the door when I waited outside.

So, what door did I see? Well, wasn't it for the moment a month ago where I opened the door for the kid looking very close by to peek through the window to see her? I would have just thought that I misremembered. that the door must have been plastic all along, even though I clearly remember a wooden door. They must have just taken the foil off the door windows, and I misremembered peeking through the top glass

because it had just clear view all along, so no peeking, just looking. But I know that I have seen the old wooden door. I remember that exact door, the door that was removed a bit over a year ago, because it was so old that it only was. almost fell apart. The paint chipped off the wood. And most importantly, I remember peeking at the kid and why I did that, even though I knew it was her. Now, I'm open to myself that I might be

misremembering something about the top windows. They might have been clear and normal glass at the time I was there, but then the reason why I opened it while standing, because I wanted to check the safety, doesn't stand on anything anymore. because I would have known that you could just see the people outside perfectly by looking through the top windows. There would have been no need to check that. But one thing is sure, the door itself that I have seen all those times was made of wood, and it was old. As old-looking as the building. If you would imagine some window foil on the new plastic door with the idea they just removed the foil in between this week and last month,

there is no way that you wouldn't see the difference between a new, modern plastic door in an old building and an old-style door that is very old and made from wood. The green paint was chipping off. The plastic door has no paint. The material itself is green. But they didn't take the foil off. The old wooden door had foil. The door that was replaced over a year ago.

So, now the school has this new plastic door. or with windows you look through with the clearest view that you can imagine. And apparently it's been this way for well over a year. It's the weirdest feeling. I love listening to your Glitch in the Matrix stories, Raven. Thank you for doing the work you do. I have two stories here that are not very significant, but here I go. When I was young, I was playing tennis at home with my sister.

Not with an actual racket and ball. it was a much smaller version designed for kids with plastic rackets and a small red plastic ball. I specifically remember the ball because that type of ball would get crushed very easily if you compressed them with little force. So when we were playing, she accidentally hit the red ball too hard, and I saw it land in the corner of the dining room. The dining and living room didn't have a divide. The dining table was also placed there so that the corner of the room was very dark. I went to search there, but I couldn't find it. I took my mom's phone for the flashlight to search for it, still not visible.

I put my hand in every dusty nook and cranny of that corner. I couldn't find it. Had my dad searched for it, couldn't find it. I searched places other than that corner and still couldn't find it. Fast forward to three years when my parents are cleaning the apartment, and they move furniture to clean the, quote, uncleaned spots, They moved the dining table, too, in the process. Guess what?

The red ball was still there in that corner, identical to what it looked like before. No bumps, no scratches, just a little bit of accumulated dust. Like it had been sitting there all this time. I told nobody about this. I continued to play with the ball by myself until I lost interest and threw it away, but I do wonder what happened.

The next story is kind of sad. We had a computer period in fourth grade. I came back to the classroom from my computer lab when it was over. In my hand, I had my computer textbook, computer notebook, and a blue pencil box with me. It was thin and made out of plastic and had colored pencils, a few pencils, an eraser and a sharpener and a 15-centimeter ruler. I remember replacing these three objects on my desk. Then I turned around to talk to my friend, and then I saw my blue pencil box wasn't there. I panicked and searched my bag thoroughly. Nothing. Searched underneath my desk, places around me,

asked my friends, nothing. I spent a good five minutes searching for the same places that I didn't find it. The next period had already started, so I decided to not make a mess further and to settle down. I had to go the rest of the day with the borrowed pencil and an eraser for one of my friends. I got home and didn't tell my parents about it. They're not the best parents, to be honest. I don't want to go into detail, but just know that I've decided to start therapy when I'm financially stable. Anyway, for the rest of the academic year, I spent my classes with one pencil and one eraser only.

Never letting anyone know about my pencil box, except for a few of my classmates, of course. Academic year ends, I do some tidying of my room and my belongings. My belongings include my school bag. To my surprise, I found my pencil box in there. That same blue plastic box with everything in there the way that I left it. I have no clue how it got there. I had a pure mixture of rage, confusion, relief, betrayal, sadness, and happiness. All at the age of 10.

So what happened? Who did this to me? Was it my own horrible memory? Wasn't my friend playing this absolutely nasty prank on me? Hi, Raven. I find it really interesting that there seems to be a subgenre of glitches that start with, I was thinking, wouldn't it be funny if, or for some reason I thought that X would happen and then it did. Well, here's mine.

I was making a sandwich for lunch one day and warmed it in the microwave. I realized after doing that that I should be a little less messy and put it on a plate. When I grabbed a plate out of the cupboard, I had the thought, imagine if this just split in half. Why I had such a random thought, I don't know. It's part of a set of plates that I've had for years and none have ever broken. I put it on the counter and placed my lunch onto it. The next thing I know, I hear a cracking noise,

and the plate splits down the middle. Now, I know that putting hot food on a cold plate could shock the material, but honestly the sandwich was not hot, just warmed. Literally 30 seconds. And yes, the plate was microwave and dishwasher safe, so it shouldn't have literally cracked under pressure. I told a couple of friends, and we've since joked that I better be careful about what I manifest.

Yes, I better focus on positive thoughts. Guardian Angel, or glitch in the Matrix? Well, you decide. It had been a hectic week, and my allergies were killing me. I had made an appointment to see an acupuncturist who thought she could help me. I was working 10 hours a day, six days a week, so I couldn't afford to have another sinus infection. The appointment was before my scheduled workday, but I was running late. I piled into my car along with my lunch, and only half my makeup on, and sped toward my destination.

The street that I was driving on had two lanes going east and two gone. going west. I was traveling east. I was headed for the bridge over the interstate, pressing the gas pedal, and my luck at about 50 miles per hour in a 30-mile-per-hour zone. I noticed a late-model large, shiny black truck in the lane next to mine ahead, which was stopped as if to make a left turn, but there was no intersecting street. So I assumed he was about to make a U-turn when oncoming cars had passed. Suddenly, a white compact car pulled out of the side street opposite where the truck had stopped. I was seconds away from impact, as now the intersection was completely blocked in both eastbound lanes.

What to do? The best thing I could do, as there was no chance to stop fast enough, was to aim for the narrow strip between the two vehicles, which might only strip my doors off and spin the white car around. As I approached the intersection, I must have blacked out, or closed my eyes. When I opened them a second later, there was no crash, and no vehicles around. I slowed the car and looked through the rearview mirror, but the black truck was nowhere to be seen, nor was the white car.

This wasn't the first time that I've had a glitch in the Matrix. In fact, this person actually sent in two around the same time, so I'm going to put their second one right here. My husband and I were having a leisurely dinner at our favorite Korean restaurant, The place was empty except for three tables that had been assembled for a large group of people. The restaurant had heavy marble tables for guests, which were adjacent to the booth we were snugged into. Usually, Tom liked to sit at a table because of his size, but these tables were movable, so he just moved it closer to me so I could sit in the booth, which I favored. We had just finished eating and we were still in deep conversation, when I decided to visit the powder,

So as not to interrupt, I signaled by standing up for my seat. I was still in the booth thinking I could edge out sideways. I realized because I was standing on the table's pedestal and the area was too confined, that I ought to back out as I couldn't progress going sideways. Tom was still talking, oblivious to my predicament. I thought about sitting down so I could slide out properly, but now I was stuck wedged with my back facing the room. Oh well, just back on out, I said.

So, tentatively, I put one foot that I was able to move behind me feeling for the floor. I knew I was standing on the table's pedestal so the floor would be lower. I bent my stationary leg as far as I could searching for the floor. I'm only now half listening to Tom. There was still nothing there. I thought about all those heavy marble tables with the sharp corners. I knew that one was catty corner to where I was standing trapped. I should have said something to Tom, but I thought I was just being silly.

The floor had to be there, right? I reached backward again with my foot now unable to change positions, except for the one foot. I still only encountered empty space. The pedestal was only an inch high. I should have encountered a floor. Well, I thought just go for it, you'll be fine. You know, the floor is definitely there. I stepped back, and there was nothing but empty space.

Don't look back, don't turn your head. If you do, you'll pierce your temple on the corner of the marble table. My mind was racing. My life was literally rerunning in my mind. I closed my eyes and prepared to meet my maker. Sure enough, while the floor had seemingly disappeared, the table was quite solid. I came crashing down with the back of my skull hitting the corner of the table as I knew it would. Immediately everyone sitting at the long table came over to minister to me.

They were doctors and nurses who had come there to eat together. They ascertained there was no concussion, but since I was bleeding profusely, that Tom should take me to the hospital rather than calling an ambulance. It took 12 stitches to close the wound. We revisited the restaurant a few days later, because I just had to see why I hadn't had a floor underneath me. The owners were very unhappy and afraid that we were going to sue them. I assured them we weren't,

and that I was just curious how the floor seemed to have disappeared. Saturday, I went to a local Knights of Columbus to hear one of my favorite bands, Grand Theft Audio. I was invited to sit at a round table with four people, each of whom, soon thereafter, purchased a beverage in a plastic cup. After drinking my water, I placed the empty cup towards the center of the table lest it get confused with the others. I literally danced straight through both sets.

I approached the table during the break so as to refill my cup. It wasn't where I had placed it. The three women who had sat at the table the entire time hadn't disposed of it, nor had a bartender snatched it. There was a cup, containing about a dozen melting ice cubes, floating in the remains of water, next to the cup of wine of the man. He said it wasn't his. Even if my cup had somehow slid beside his, even if I hadn't drained it, as I'd thought,

the mystery of the superfluous cup remains. I never take ice in my water. This is my second glitch that has. happened on my own initiative, and the first one exactly the way I wanted it to happen. So I was cleaning a building that day, and I would look at the house numbers of those buildings. Those entrances many times, because I've been obsessed with numbers and numerology since I was a child. The number of those buildings, as I remember them, were five and seven. I wasn't sure about the number five, and it's not that important, but I definitely remembered the number seven,

from the second entrance, because I thought several times how cool it would be if it were 17 instead of 7, because that's my date of birth. I didn't look at those numbers once. I looked at them many times, and I would always think how it would be if one day I came and saw 17 instead of 7. That was at a time when glitches were already happening to me for a while, and then I thought, I want 7 to turn into 17, and that's it. It wasn't something I just wanted to happen.

It was something I decided would happen because I know how the universe, reality, or whatever you want to call it, works. This is not something that's unknown to me or some science fiction because throughout my life, I simply manifest what I want, because I've always just felt that it works that way. In order for something to manifest, there has to be no doubt but a pure decision. And that was it. I simply sat down that day, decided that it would happen that seven would turn into 17 one day when I arrived.

I simply enjoy such things because they always work for me and it's like a kind of game. And it's one of the reasons why I've never been bored in my life. So I came to clean that building once a week. After my throne magic, I would look at the number on the building almost every week and the number was the same, seven. I didn't bother about it or think about it whether it would happen. I just waited for it to happen. But let's be clear, what happened this time has never happened to me before, and I have never tried to influence something like that.

But as glitches started happening to me and after I realized they happened to many people, after they become interested in them, I decided that now I will make glitch. I will do something different, because I'm not. I like to try such things and see if they will happen. But, despite the fact that I decided that it would happen, it's not that I really expected it to happen. I didn't even think about whether or not it would, just looked at the numbers when I was there. One day after about three months, I come in, look at the number on the building, and it is now

17. What is fascinating to me now is that I was not surprised at all. But this time, not in the sense that I expected it, but in the sense that, okay, it happened because it happens. At that time, I was totally preoccupied with other things and thoughts, and what surprised me more was my lethargic reaction when I saw that this actually happened. I was neither shocked nor surprised. I looked at the number, saw 17, said to myself, wow, it happened, and went on cleaning the building as if nothing had happened.

On the one hand, I couldn't believe that exactly what I wanted to happen had happened. And on the other hand, I was preoccupied with other thoughts and didn't think about it at all for three days. After three days, one afternoon, when I was getting ready to go out, I sat down and said to myself, Wait, that really happened? Is it really now that there's a 17 instead of a 7? After three days it hit me, and I couldn't believe that it had happened. I couldn't wait to get there again to see for myself,

because when something like this happens, even if you believe in such a thing or they happen to you, you are still surprised no matter what. And of course, the next time I went in, it was 17. Even when you believe in something like that and something like this happens to you, you end up asking yourself again, is it possible? Because it's so unbelievable.

Now, after seeing 17 there, I naturally assumed that the number on the second entrance must have changed as well. And of course, it was number 19 now. I wasn't sure what the number of the second entrance was, whether it was five or nine, but I remembered five. It was more and more fascinating to me what I was able to do, but at the same time I wondered, did it really happen? And now, of course, I started to be more and more fascinated, because it's so mind-blowing. I decided to ask my mom how she remembers the numbers on the entrance,

and I told her everything because she knows a lot of my paranormal and all kinds of other stories. I was really curious how she remembered what the number was. My mom says immediately, it was always 17. But those who know what I'm talking about know that this does not mean that I remember wrongly, and that the number has always been 17, but that it is about shifting reality. In this reality, the number was always 17. It's true, but in the one where I looked at the number every day for months and came there for two years, it was seven.

No one could have such a weak memory or be so delusional or crazy to think after everything that I imagined it. Because it's not about one glance at the number, but about months of looking at that number. And that's why people should believe more in themselves. Because only you really know what happened. There are people who will believe you, and people who will think you're crazy. But that doesn't matter. If you know and feel that something strange happened, then it happened. Accept it and try to explain it to yourself.

Because only the truth is important and liberating. Just to mention this and how I also realized that the number was definitely seven, was when I went there one day and saw that the house number of the house before was 15. So before the number of that house was five, and the buildings were seven and nine. But it's possible that the order went the other way around and that I remembered, well, five and seven. And maybe the number of the house was nine. Who knows? Anything's possible. And I really do think we should believe in that.

Okay, so I would like to bring up a few things real quick. This has to do with abusive exes, illegal drugs, driving under the influence, and guns. So if that is a problem for you, please feel free to skip this one. I am a 31-year-old woman, and this story happened to me in 2020. I met Brittany, fake name,

on Facebook dating in December of 2019 or January of 2020. That's enough of a red flag already. They let me know at the time that they identified as a woman but they hadn't fully transitioned. This happened in Illinois, and Brittany is from Iowa. Marijuana is legal in Illinois for recreational use as of 2020.

I'll skip over most of the story, but she moved in. The apartment ghosts made it known that they didn't like her. Different story. She got me kicked out because she was yelling at her video games all night when there was a noise ordinance, and we were temporarily staying in a motel four hours away on my dime, because I'm the only one of us with income. It was after July 16th. Brittany came into the hotel room yelling at me

because she needs to go help a guy in town, about 20 minutes away. It was definitely a dealer, and I was refusing to go because I had a bad feeling about it. She was clearly drunk and high as usual. She never drove sober. I said that my head hurts, and that I wouldn't be able to go until,

tomorrow, and she said that I always make it about myself, yada, yada, yada, you know, typical narcissist stuff. She huffed and puffed into our neighbor George's hotel room to complain about me, and I tried to think of an out, but I couldn't. So I went to sleep. I was awoken by my alarm at 5 a.m. the next day, and I'm getting ready to go. myself, Brittany, and one of her friends who knew where to get the drugs were in the car. We drove for about 20 minutes to the neighboring town.

We pulled up to the house that I can still vividly remember. Brittany was trying to pressure me into going inside, and I said no, because I was doing my best to nap in the back seat. I had a really bad gut feeling, so I was just fake sleeping. Brittany and that other guy went into the house for about 15 minutes, and that feelings started getting stronger. One minute and 51 seconds later exactly, I heard a loud popping noise and I realized it was gunfire. Brittany and her friend came running out of the house, and I saw Brittany trying to use the car as a shield. Of course, I was in front of her.

The friend Brittany brought with us took off running, and Britney, tried to get into the car but was unable to because I had locked it due to the bad feeling that I'd had. Suddenly, I just felt my soul leaving my body, and I could see the car from above. I looked into the car and realized I had been shot. I remember freaking out for a few minutes, and then it all went dark, and I saw a bright light. I tried to go away from it because I always heard don't go to the light, and I remember, And a familiar presence pulled me in, and suddenly I realized that I was where I needed to be,

at least in that moment. I was with my twin flame, two to three of my spirit guides, and two of the deities who were protecting me. They were all upset. My twin flames said, that wasn't supposed to happen. Why did you let that happen to her? And one of my spirit guides said that they couldn't interfere at this point because I needed to experience this to reconnect with them.

They were obviously upset with them because it wasn't actually a part of my soul contract, and it was completely improved by this specific spirit guide, who apparently has a pattern of doing this. One of my more responsible spirit guides turned to the deities and asked what now. They turned to me and said that I don't have to go back this time, but I still have to reincarnate and learn more

before seeing my twin flame again. But it would take two months for us to reconnect. I said if that's how it's going to be, I would rather come back and get the lesson out of the way so I wouldn't have to leave him again. They told me they wouldn't be able to put me back in a timeline for another two days, so I spent the two days with my twin flame. I saw that the guy Brittany brought with us

was actually working with the people inside of the house who opened fire on us, and he was arrested. The other two people were never found, or arrested. I remembered where they buried my body parts in the yard, and apparently I was the only one who died, and Brittany ran away and hidden her parents' house. Apparently her friend really hated trans people,

so she was a target due to that, and I was just collateral damage because we were dating at the time. Meanwhile, in the new timeline, two days later, later, I woke up on the morning we were supposed to go to the house. But apparently that friend of Britney's wasn't staying in the hotel anymore, and we weren't even supposed to go to that house. Brittany said that never happened, but I think she remembered too, but just wanted to have another excuse to call me crazy. Brittany and I broke up in August of 2020, and I left the new apartment I was paying for in September of 2020.

I took everything with me but the microwave. She got arrested for two days, and I moved two hours away. Her parents put her in a nursing home because this isn't the first time this has happened, with her using and abusing people for money, when she has none. Her car somehow got bedbugs

because she was hanging out with people that had them. I wanted to include that part because it is so satisfying. Later on, two years later in 2022, I moved back to the town without Brittany because, yeah, we had broken up. I started connecting with my twin flame and dreams in September of 2020 as well, and I now suffer with PTSD, so going certain places and seeing certain things and even hearing certain songs. I was just out for a walk when I mistakenly walked up the same road that house, alternate me, was killed at, was on. At the time, I didn't fully remember this because I had a lot of memories blocked due to the trauma. I started freaking out saying no, no, no. And I turned back around and went the way that I had come.

I walked down to the Casey's General Store down the road and got some snacks to take my mind off of it. I blocked that memory out again because it was too much to deal with at the time. Three years later, I'm processing my trauma and unblocking. those memories that were too much for me. Thankfully, I discovered Raven's channels, so I have somewhere to share this story. My twin flame and I are doing good, by the way. Lazzang sur-gillet, puissance-moyane for 15 minutes.

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When this happened, I wasn't aware of the glitch in the Matrix phenomenon. I was home alone. I believe there were no classes that day. My mom was working. My sister was staying with my dad and my grandma back in Manila. They had to stay there because my dad's work was closer there compared to if he was going to commute all the way from our house. My parents are still together, though, just made some adjustments for transportation.

Anyway, my mom messaged me that she couldn't find her glasses in her bag, and so she wanted me to look for them at home. She needs them to use her phone, read, cook, etc. So I started looking for her glasses as soon as I read the message. Figured if I started looking for them, I might have time to do other stuff, afterwards. I looked for them everywhere. Upstairs, downstairs, kitchen, my room, their room,

living room, dining room table. I did that three times. Our house is small, but that's still pretty exhausting. I couldn't believe that I could not find her glasses in this small house. I told myself that I was going to look for them upstairs again, but I really needed to use the bathroom first. I entered the bathroom,

did my thing, and as I opened the door, there they were. My mom's glasses, sitting perfectly on the bathroom rug. Temples folded, sitting nicely just in the center of the rug. I was like, holy hell, but wasn't there when I went inside. And they weren't. I could have stepped on them and broke them if... I could have stepped on them and broke them. and if they were that noticeable coming out of the bathroom,

then it should have been more noticeable going in. Hi, I just found your channel randomly today and thought you might like my glitch in the matrix situation. This happened nine years ago. I was living in a unit with my son, waiting for my ex-husband to move out of my house so I could move back in. It was brand new and had all the usual modern security stuff, like key lock windows, deadlocks, and an alarm on the garage door if it was attempted to be open without the key.

I needed to go to the shops, so I got my three-year-old son ready and went to get my car keys. I'm not exactly an organized person, but I am extremely pedantic about always putting things in their place, because losing stuff and searching is a total waste of life, and unnecessary if things are just kept where they belong. my keys were always on the kitchen island, always. When I got home, parking my car in the garage, which then had internal entry from the garage, the first thing I would do would be to lock the car

and then put the keys on the bench. But they weren't there. I asked my son if he had taken mummy's keys. He was pretty cheeky and very intelligent, but I knew the keys were out of his reach where I kept them. But I still had to ask because there was really no, other solution. He shook his head no, and I asked if he had seen them anywhere, but again, no.

I looked in all the places I could have possibly left them without thinking. The vanity in the bathroom, on the bed, in the entrance door. They were nowhere, literally nowhere. So I looked in places that they wouldn't be, like under the bed, in the rubbish bin, in the kitchen cupboards, etc. I got a chilling feeling, but then I remembered my mom had been over earlier. She must have taken them by mistake. I called her and said,

Hey, you must have taken my keys by mistake. She looked in her bag, in her car, but no, she didn't have them. I was crying by now, thinking someone must have come into my house while I was there and just taken them. Mum drove over and we literally turned the place upside down. They were gone. My boyfriend who lived 160 kilometers away came up the weekend, and he turned the place upside down too. They were nowhere to be seen.

I spent the next month walking everywhere with my son in his pusher, or calling cabs. I didn't want to get a key cut for the dealership, because it had to be towed to the dealership and a new one to be made by them. They told me it would be about $1,000. I didn't have that money. but after a month and still no keys, my mom said that she would just give me the money because I couldn't just not drive. So I called the dealership again and told them mom had given me the money, and they said they would send a tow truck in the afternoon on the following day. The driver turned up the next day, hooked my car up to his truck, we had a laugh about the missing keys,

and I went inside leaving him to finish what he was doing before he took off. I walked into my bedroom which was next to the driveway and watched as he drove off with my car attached. I then suddenly thought, look on top of the wardrobe. Now it was not a tall wardrobe, and all three of us had already looked there several times. The keys had not been there 100%. I put my hand on top of the wardrobe, and the first thing my finger hits was the keys. I'm not joking. I raced out the door to stop the towee, who wasn't happy about his time being wasted,

and brought the car back in with attitude. My mom and boyfriend both couldn't believe it because we had looked there. We even stood on a chair in one of our forensic-style searches. And that's it. Now, I've got a lot more stories to tell. So much has happened to me in my 52 years on earth, but I'll leave them for another time. I have a friend who owned an older model Chevy van. It was like a maroon color on the outside and beige on the inside.

Had some design work on it. It's real nice. Every so often he'd see me walking and stopped to give me a ride. This happened many times. One day he stops and offers a ride in the exact same van, except it's now an off-white outside and white inside. I say to him, oh, you have another van? To which he replies that this is his only van.

I then ask if he painted it, to which he said he did not, that it's always been this way. I was so confused as I'd seen and been in that van numerous times. How and why did this happen? You're traveling through a different dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind. Rod Sterling's introduction to the Twilight Zone. Of course, the Twilight Zone was fiction. I, along with many others, wondered where Rod Sterling got his ideas. Is it possible he experienced another dimension?

Did he write fiction or were his experiences fictionalized? This is a true story. In 1999, my mother drew up a trust and specified that I was the beneficiary. But a third party was to act as trustee by court order. As a result, I didn't have access to her estate. She left cash in a safe deposit box. I was intimately familiar with this box as I had handled my mother's affairs before she died. After 14 years, the remainder of the trust, along with the box, were given to me again by court order.

The box contained something I didn't remember. 20 gold coins, all one ounce pure gold. No, not silver, but gold, which is currently selling at $2,800 per ounce. I held them and stared in awe, but really, how could I forget? It seemed impossible. But there they were. Minted by the U.S. Treasury dated 2015. The thing is, my mother died in 2010.

She couldn't have purchased them. The only person who had access was the trustee. Did she put 20 gold coins in the box? No, she did not. So to sum up, my mother died in 2010. The coins were minted in 2015. They were kept in a safe deposit box, and I didn't have access to this box.

I've been playing Call of Duty since I was 5, 21 now, and it's been my favorite game since then. My favorite of all these games has been Black Ops 2, and is by far my most played. As anyone who played them knows they went downhill afterwards. This all actually started from watching a YouTube video about Mandela Effect, one of which was Black Ops 2. The Mandela Effect is a giant yellow billboard-sized sign in the middle of the map,

right by a spawn point. It's so out of place visually from what I remember, but on top of it, it actually affects gameplay. After almost a decade I hopped back on to check for myself, and there were three things that I noticed. First, and most importantly, it blocks off an entire sight line that I remember from a window directly in front of the sign to behind where the sign now is to a tractor and a house behind it. I remember so many times getting into sniper fights in this exact area, and now you can't even see the window. Second, there's a perfect spot to throw grenades under the sign to hit people. And now, while still possible, there is a chance of hitting the sign that I never remember happening.

Third, there was a glitch spot that you could do before a patch that let you get onto a fence wall next to the sign. Now, with the sign there, the jump would have been completely impossible before they patched it. And before you say the sign was a patch, you can go back and look at any gameplay. The sign was always there. All three points that I've made, I have seen other people making as well, so it's not just my memory. The most damning piece of evidence to me

is that pros like Scamp and Nade Shot, who were some of the best at the time, also don't remember the sign. These are people who spent thousands of hours on these maps, and the line of sight changes are not small. They would have definitely remembered. I wouldn't trust my memory with my life as I was only 12 at the time, but theirs, I would. This has been really freaking me out, and my girlfriend just keeps telling me to stop thinking about it, but I can't.

Every time I look at it, it sticks out like a sore thumb, and all I can see is the tractor behind it. And I think this is a great example of the Mandela Effect, because of how much the pros played the game. 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 Ashtherraven Dreams.com for lots of other good stuff. ways to get early access, read stories that I've written, submit your own story, and things like that. All that said, friends, thank you very much for listening. I do hope to see you in two weeks on the next Glitch in the Matrix episode, but until then, sleep well.