As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 97 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: June 11, 2025

Welcome to 97th 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... Stevie Boy, Derek H, Lucy O., Chris, Jaime Childerhose, Gwilby, Mr White, Kissy Kangaroo , CJ, Amperi11, Heather Chandler, Lola, Lucy M, Abby As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… Midrolls after 1st and 9th story 1 ➤ 1:08 2 ➤ 8:50 3 ➤ 14:08 4 ➤ 19:41 5 ➤ 24:52 6 ➤ 30:23 7 ➤ 33:28 8 ➤ 36:53 9 ➤ 38:34 10 ➤ 42:14 11 ➤ 48:21 12 ➤ 51:43 13 ➤ 56:28 14 ➤ 57:51 ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix #RedditStories And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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I hope you are having a beautiful day so far. And I hope the rest of your week goes absolutely amazing. Today we have some glitch in the Matrix stories. You know what they are. You know what they're about. You know they're about. You know they're bizarre and strange, and some of you like them, some you don't. And hopefully you do, if you're listening.

And if you don't, come back soon. I'll have more different stories for you here in a couple days. I don't really have much to add to this episode as far as intros go. I just wanted to say hi. This is the first intro, second intro. Maybe it's second intro. I don't know. It's being recorded in the house.

Half of this episode, so half of these stories were recorded in the house. the other half we're in the duplex back in Kansas. So there may be a little bit of sound disparity there, but I don't think it'd be too much. The sound here is pretty decent. I got some acoustic panels going. Gotta get more, but yeah. So.

Anyways, friends, hope you enjoy the stories. Hope you have a beautiful week. Hope I see you again soon. But until then, my friends, enjoy. Hi, Raven. I found your material almost a year ago when I listen every night. Thank you.

Your narration is just the tone and pace I need, so thank you. Thank you again. Anyway, this glitch happened just now. I've had others that I'll tell you about later or another time. I've got a lively young dog, his name is Pickle. He's probably just turned three, and I'm his third owner, but that says more about the previous people

who should have looked after him better than it does about him. He used to hate the car, and now he loves it, and he lets me know that. He has a range of voices he uses to display his existence, excitement about it. I don't even have to say anything. He just decides he wants to get in the car and goes bonkers until he gets his way, which is fine. I've waited nearly a year to get him to this point, so I don't mind. So to the actual glitch. I'm going to the cinema at five today, so I'm kind of clock watching and making sure things are done so I'm ready later. I was sitting on my sofa, having a coffee at 3 p.m., when he started telling me through sheer excitable. behavior that he thought we should go for a drive and a walk. I kept him waiting for a short while before I had finished my coffee, and then I fed him. It was then 3.15.

Perfect, I thought. Plenty of time to get him out. I'm still watching the clock throughout. I'm always like that. I have a very responsible job where timing matters, so I always make sure that I'm very organized. I also check one clock against another to be doubly sure. We get in the car and after a short drive, the car clock is reading 3.30, when we arrive at the woods. We start the walk, have a chat to a few people along the way, and carry in walking through the woods and fields.

I live in a beautiful part of the UK, about 200 meters from the beach, and I love the countryside that's also right on our doorstep. Walking along, I look at my phone, and it's 406. So it's a good idea to head back now so I can find it. find a parking spot and get sorted before the movie. So we walk back to the car and Pickle jumps right in. We're all good. Everything's good. However, here is where the glitch happens. On our drive home, I spot one of the people I'm going to the cinema with,

and she's clearly walking home from work. I shout to her as we go past, and I think, that's odd. I swear she said she was leaving work at 3 p.m. I look at the clock in the car, and instead of reading half-past four, as it should, it reads half-past three. I grab my phone, half-past three. In my head, I'm saying, no, no, something's very wrong here, that's not possible. We park up and get home, and every clock is saying 3.40, but how? How can I check the clocks before leaving?

Check them against each other again in the car on the way there in my car. phone when we're walking, but end up an hour in the past. For anyone thinking I must have read each and every clock in my mobile phone time wrong, there's not a chance that was the case. I made sure multiple times that we were on course for time because I had plans. This doesn't make any sense. I run a health care agency and I'm auditing visiting times to patients daily. I do not make mistakes when it comes to time. The safety of patience depends on my accuracy. If I have to go anywhere, I literally arrive just before I should or on time. I'm very rarely late to anything because, well, it's just because of who I am and how I organize myself. I've questioned how this has

happened, and I have no answers that I can give you. This is truly weird. I have had another glitch of missing time, and this one was witnessed by another person. so I'll quickly tell you about that one too. I used to travel to London for rehearsal for West End shows years ago. It's not something I do anymore, but in my time I've written music and songs for productions, and they've been performed in the West End a number of times. So for a while it was a very serious career for me. I wrote an album and one of the world's biggest female icons had an option on it,

so in other words, the material was exclusive to her, and I couldn't offer it to anyone else, and it couldn't be performed by anyone else. She never recorded my songs, though, so now it's part of my past that I'm extremely proud of, and it's alive in the recording of the album that I made, that she listened to. Anyway, to the glitch.

I live three hours dry from London. Rehearsal days used to be exhausting, as you can imagine, I would get up at four, drive to London, rehearse eight to five, and then drive back. One Sunday, we finished rehearsing, and I hung back at the end because of talking and laughing with the rest of the cast. I say bye to them all, got in the car and headed home. The traffic was heavy around the M25, which circles London and it took me a good hour to get to the exit that I needed. After that, there were less cars so the journey became easier. I stopped, had a burger, and a quick 10-minute nap in my car before doing the rest of the journey.

I got home and literally threw my gear inside the house and slumped on the sofa. I reached for the phone and called one of the cast who I had been with all day and had said goodbye to when I left, and she asked me what the hell I was doing. I was taken aback by her tone. She wasn't joking. She was pretty angry. She then said that I shouldn't drive like a maniac, so I told her it was all good, and that I had stopped at the service because it took me an hour around the M25 before I got to my exit,

and I had a rest before driving the next couple of hours. She screamed down the phone, You only left two hours ago, so you must be winding me up. I was shocked. Again, every time I had looked at the clock in the car or on my mobile, I was on time, and I was not rushing. I'd been delayed on the road, so I was doing the speed limits, maybe a fraction over, but I was not speeding like a madman.

As I was being betrayed by my friends for careless driving, I just sat on the phone silent. I didn't know what to say. Even if I had been speeding all the way back, there was absolutely no way I would have got home in two hours. This one frightened me a lot, because I was driving in a motorway, so any loss of concentration could have been catastrophic. Yet I did the journey in just two hours. I've never understood what happened that day.

I'll never understand what happened just now, either. All I know is that it scares me that my lost time happens when I'm driving a vehicle, and I really hope that I will always be safe and make it back in one piece. Hi, Raven. I found your podcast back at the end of December of 2024. I've been listening to it a lot during work, as I worked the overnight shift, and it helps the nights go by quicker. The story actually happens at my job. I, female, 24, work at a massive retail company, Wallyworld. So, we have these company-issued work phones that we use to do our jobs, and my specific job requires that I use. use the phone pretty much all night every night. My phone also has a little set of beads attached to it so that I can distinguish it as being mine, and that way it's easy to see if I have to leave it on a shelf.

Sometimes I'll put the beads around my wrist and swing my phone while I'm walking. This detail is importance to the story. Anyway, I was using the phone the other morning towards the end of my shift to work on the reset that I was doing. When we finish resetting a section, we have to scan each aisle location label for each section, so that way it gets confirmed to the spot, and it's easier for the online grocery shoppers to find it, and so you can easily direct customers in the store to find products.

Once again, I use my work phone for all of my work functions, and I don't use my regular phone unless my work phone is dead. I specifically remember using my work phone too, because I use a spray to clean the shelves when I do the reset. And if the spray gets in my phone screen, it leaves these little dried speckles of spray on it. I went to my break as normal. I went out to my car, came back inside, and finished confirming the reset. I had gone back and forth between the back room as well to bring the items that were supposed to go to clearance, and then when I was done with the reset, I had to go and help.

stock in cosmetics. I get over to cosmetics, and my phone is nowhere to be found. I checked in my pockets. I checked in my work bag. I checked all over my work cart, and I even went back to the back room to talk to the ladies who work back there, and they didn't see it. And it was not in the aisle that I did the reset on.

So at this point, I'm panicking. Because they say if we lose the phone or it gets stolen, it's $500. And I cannot afford to pay $500 to replace a silly work phone. I checked under the shelves. I then told my manager, hey, I can't find my work phone. She just said that she would keep an eye out for it.

I told a couple of other people, too, and they said that they would keep an eye out and bring it up to customer service if they found it. I even went up to customer service to see if a customer had brought it up, because the store was open at that point, but they had nothing. I kind of gave up at this point, thinking that someone would find it and turn it in, and I would just get it back later that night. I had to give one of my coworkers slash friends a ride home from work that day.

She also had helped me look for the phone, so she knew what the situation was. We walk out to my car, and she opens the passenger door and looks up at me and says, dude, your phone is literally on the seat. I pause, and I look at her and look inside the car, and sure enough, it was on the seat. I freaked out. How the heck did my phone end up on the passenger seat in my car? I know I remember using it because, like I said, it had the little speckles on the screen, and I remember touching them.

I also remember doing that little swinging thing that I mentioned prior. as I was going to the back room at one point. I don't really see any way that she could have pranked me. She's not that type of person anyway. She worked in a completely different side of the store from me that night, and honestly in the amount of time it would have taken her to come from where she worked, all the way over to my area of the store and then back to her area, I wasn't gone long enough for that to happen.

It's just not like her at all to play that kind of, of prank on me, or anyone for that matter. I've had people joke with me before that since I was born in the 3 a.m. hour, I attract a bunch of weird things. I've had plenty of paranormal experiences, as well as experiences with UFOs. Is this just another one of those weird things that I've attracted? If you'd want to hear about my other experiences, let me know. Consider this me letting you know. Anyway, Raven, I love the podcast, keep it up. Like I said before, it helped my nights go by a lot faster at work,

and the stories are very intriguing. It's also nice to know that I'm not alone in this strange world. Hi, Raven. I went to high school in Antioch, California, and graduated from Antioch High School in June of 1986. I lived with my aunt and uncle during my high school years, and it was understood that I was expected to move out within no more than a couple of weeks after graduation.

They had seven children of their own and they were starting to see me as a bad influence on my cousins because I had turned away from the religion they practiced. I worked part-time while in school, but I needed to find full-time work in order to find a new place to live. My then-girlfriend and I had a mutual friend whose family was going to Europe for several weeks in June in July, on an extended vacation.

My girlfriend was house-sitting while they were gone, and so, while I tried to get a full-time job and new digs sorted out, I crashed with her at our friend's house. One night, I dreamed that I had auditioned for a play. In the dream, I was riding in my girlfriend's car, and we were leaving her father's business office and driving to Pittsburgh High School to see if I had been cast in the play. Pittsburgh High is where the cast list for the play The Crucible was going to be posted. Pittsburgh High School is in Pittsburgh, California, which is the closest neighboring town to Antioch. As of the night of June 1986, when I had this dream, I had never attended Pittsburgh High.

I didn't know anyone who went to Pittsburgh High, and I had only set foot on the campus of Pittsburgh High once in my life, attending a football game in my junior year. After waking up, I told my girlfriend about this strange dream over breakfast. It was very lifelike, but it made no sense. I had been active in drama in high school, so additioning for a play made sense, but all the other elements were out of place in typical dream fashion. After all, I had recently graduated high school, and I never attended Pittsburgh High anyway, so why would I be doing a play there now?

The Crucible was one of my favorite plays, but I didn't know of anyone producing it at the time. Pittsburgh High or otherwise. My girlfriend's father's office was in Pittsburgh, but neither my girlfriend nor I worked there. Honestly, I probably only told my girlfriend about it because it was such a vivid dream. Time passed.

I moved away from Antioch for a couple of months, to get a job and money stuff sorted out, but moved back in September of 1986. By then, my girlfriend was working part-time for her father and attending the local junior college, Las Medanos College, LMC. The school is located right in between Antioch and Pittsburgh and serves both communities. At this point, I want to note that, of course, I wasn't thinking about that dream from June anymore. I had moved on with my life. One day, while walking, my girlfriend to class,

I saw a flyer on a bulletin board announcing auditions for the fall play. The play was The Crucible. Excited for a chance to do one of my favorite plays, I auditioned. As it turned out, LMC's theater was too small to house a full-stage play. It would be staged at Pittsburgh High School instead, because Pittsburgh High's drama teacher was directing the play for the college. Several days after the auditions, I drove my girlfriend's car over to her father's office to pick her up from work.

We leave with her driving and me in the passenger seat, of course, because it's her car. So I'm in the car with my girlfriend and we're leaving her father's office to go to Pittsburgh High School and look at the cast list of the crucible to see if I was cast in the play. It was exactly like the dream. The thing that separated this from your typical deja vu is that I had a witness. My girlfriend was with me when I had the dream, and I told her about it right after I dreamed it. Then months later, she was with me again when the event's scene in the dream occurred, and she remembered me telling her about the scene months prior.

So I didn't just have some vague feeling that I had seen some event in a dream. I knew I had seen it in a dream. I remembered when the dream had been. I told someone else about the dream at the time. That person remembered me telling her about the dream, and that person was also with me when the events of the dream took place in real life. All the elements of the dream, which made no sense at all in June of 1986, turned out to make perfect sense in September of 1986.

Because the details of my dream were both so specific and so on, unlikely, at the time of the dream, random chance is a nearly impossible explanation. In my opinion, more impossible than some as-yet-unexplained glitch in the matrix or other mechanism for seeing future events. I don't know exactly how, but I experienced some kind of wrinkle in time in 1986. So my friend Becky lives with me. She has three Three girls that live with her mother, their grandmother. The reason for this is three years ago, Ryan, partner of Becky and dad to all three girls, went into hospital to have a heart transplant. Ryan was only born with two heart valves.

You and I are born with three. He had struggled with his health all his life until they found out the tech to implant a smart valve, which mimics our valve. Also, he could have opted for a pig's heart valve, however, he agreed to have the smart. Heart valve. Surgery went well, but Ryan ran into trouble after surgery and recovery, but not conscious yet, and they couldn't shock his heart into restarting. So while the nurse was ringing Becky to come to the hospital, ASAP, as things had turned, she wasn't sure if he would make it.

They cut open his chest and tried to massage his heart to get it to beat again, but unfortunately Ryan's heart never did beat again. This is probably one of the worst things anyone can go through in life. So, while Becky's whole world came crashing down, she knew that she could not take care of her girls or afford to keep the house. So, she asked her mom for help. That's the reason her and her girls lived apart. So, when I met Becky through her brother last August,

I offered her to have a forever home with me and my partner, Paul. She moved in that same evening. slowly but surely all of her belongings came to my flat but in bags i thought it was very sad that she had to live out of bags she must feel that there was no place where she belonged and was invited and wanted and loved so i made some drawers available to her later on in february we bought one of those canvas wardrobes but unfortunately we were unable to figure out how to put it all together properly so once it was up it was unstable and eventually it bowed in the middle. So at this point we took it to bits and recycled it before it collapsed.

We're awaiting a delivery of a three set of drawers in two days, but for now she's using our old self-set. So when the girls came to stay on Friday, her eldest daughter, Jessica, 10 years old, lost her tooth that night. The next day I informed her that the tooth fairy does not get her benefits until Monday. as we would not have any benefit before that. We assumed she took her tooth back to her grandmas. However, when hoovering up later, we found the tooth, and Becky specifically put it in a mini-makeup box on the top shelf. The reason we know it was put in this box was because she said she wanted to keep it for a memory.

I asked about the amount the tooth fairy would give, and she replied that she would give her some money, but she doesn't believe in the tooth fairy after that, and we didn't speak about the tooth until the next day when she was putting her makeup on. She emptied her bag and what popped out was the tooth. We were gobsmacked. We remember her putting it in that makeup box, and we heard it clink against the plastic. I said, you definitely put it in there because we were stood next to each other,

and I had inquired about Jessica and the tooth fairy. So I confirmed to her that you definitely put it in said makeup. box because of the discussion about the tooth fairy. I reminded her of this. There is no way that Becky went near that makeup bag that night because she had removed her makeup from the day before, gotten the shower, and was dressed to settle down that night. But she left the hoovering as the final job before bed. So there was no need to get into the makeup bag until she did.

There is no way that she could have done this and not remembered. nor is there any chance of someone playing a trick on us, as it was only me and her who knew where the tooth was. Also, my fella treats me like a princess. He would never do something to harm me in any way. We have the best type of relationship, and on the 27th of June we'll be celebrating 20 years together, although we're not married, or just as serious as if we were. This isn't a case of psychological abuse or anything, so the only thing that we could explain it, away with was a glitch in the matrix.

I have actually said out loud to the universe to never send me any glitches because my mental health would not react back to this in a healthy way. Instead, it sent Becky the glitch, and I was the one who witnessed it. So, that's our glitch experience. We do feel included in this glitch experience, but it hasn't messed with our heads mentally, so we're grateful for that. Thank you for reading, and thank you to the world for. for listening, have a great day, and make sure you take care of each other.

Yo, Raven. Before I start my glitch in the Matrix story, I just want to say that I hope all as well in that 2025 has been treating you good. I found the channel after I had my own alternate reality experience, probably back in November, and I've been watching ever since. I'll save that story for another day, however, so my glitch in the Matrix story goes like this. I work at Sonic. Definitely not my dream job and definitely not permanent, just something for the time being. If you don't know what Sonic is, it's a fast food restaurant. Burgers, fries, milkshakes, slushies, nothing too crazy.

It was a steady day. Not too busy, but definitely had consistent customers coming throughout the day. Earlier in the day, one of my coworkers happened to quit, and at 4 p.m., my other co-worker went home, for the day. After that, it was just me and the assistant manager. She cooked, and I did drinks, the drive-thru window, and the intercom. You talk to whenever you go to the drive-thru. At around 5 p.m., my assistant manager left for the day, and my general manager and I were alone for the night. Just us, too. Keep that in mind. It was never crazy busy, but we definitely

stayed consistent with orders. People in the drive-thru, people in the stall, door-dash orders popping up, and that's all it consisted of. Later in the night, we had about three people in the drive-thru at once. Again, nothing overwhelming, but consistent. I'm writing this the night of, so I remember the order vividly. They ordered a chocolate milkshake, Sprite, Ocean Water, which is just blue coconut syrup mixed with Sprite, and it's fantastic, and a blue coconut slush with nerds. I always read the order back just to make sure that I got it right and didn't mishear anything, and they confirmed the order. A milkshake takes a while to make, so I make the other three drinks first.

A Sprite, the ocean water, and a blue coconut slush with nerds. I get to the window to take payment, and I hand the drinks out, and one of the customers says, Did you happen to get nerds for both of the slushies? I look confused. I clearly read the order back and confirmed it was correct before I submitted it on the computer. I'm not the type to stress or overreact,

so I just took it as a miscommunication between the two of us over the intercom. Now here is where the glitch happened. I give her one blue coconut slush with nerds and a sprite. I then say, Yeah, it's fine. I'll go make another slush for you while I make your milkshake. So I walk away from the window to go make the chocolate shake. When I finish, I go to the slush machine,

and there are two blue coconut slushes with nerds sitting there. I was extremely confused. I lifted up the lids to check and make sure that I didn't get it confused with another order. But this order was actually the last of the drinks, as the cars behind this were only food orders. I turned to my manager, who was in the kitchen cooking, and I ask, did you make these slushies?

He looks at me with confusion and replies, No. I laugh as this must be a joke and then say, Nah, for real, did you make these? He looks back with a stern face, looking up at a screen full of food orders and replies, No, I've been cooking the whole time. I haven't stepped out of the kitchen.

Remember, it was only the two of us for the whole night, and he has been the cook the whole time. Where did these two drinks come from? I look at the current receipt and check previous orders to see if I needed slushes for anything else, but no. I only rang in one blue coconut slush with nerds, and I already handed that one out. Now, is it possible that my manager snuck around while I was at the window, made two blue coconut slushes, and then ran back to finish cooking before I turned around? Well, yes, but what sense would that make? This was the last drink ticket that I had to do.

Well, he had two to three food tickets to finish. Is it possible that I made an extra blue coconut slush with nerds? Yes, but if I did, I would have brought the extra one to the window with me. But the fact that there were two extra, so three in total, When the order originally only called for one, is what has me stumped. I just ended up giving them the two extras as a way to apologize for the confusion and throwing the ocean water away. After the rush passed and I had a moment to process, I instantly thought of your channel, and I started typing all of this away. I appreciate you for listening, and hopefully this gets in a video.

Please keep putting these stories out, because I know someone out. their listening will be able to relate to this. Hi, Raven. I've experienced a few glitches over the years, but this is the most recent, and most impactful of them all. I'm currently attending a community college in my town. I'm a creature of habits, and my daily routine is always the same on school days. Normal stuff.

Coffee, shower, quick bite to eat, get dressed and head out. I have a few items of jewelry than I wear every day. two necklaces, earrings, and a diamond ring. I have a small jewelry box for the earrings and a bigger case for the necklaces and ring. After returning home from school, my routine is always the same as well. I come in the house, pet the animals, remove my backpack, and then my jewelry, before changing into some lounging clothes. The jewelry always goes back in their respective cases.

After a normal Wednesday at school, I returned home. and got ready to chill. I take everything off as usual and put my jewelry away. The next morning, as I was getting ready for school, I go to put my jewelry on, and my ring is missing. I know I put it up where it belongs because I always do. I'm borderline OCD, and everything has its place. The jewelry cases stay in the top left drawer of my dresser. I take the cases out and look in the drawer, but to no avail.

I look all around my dresser as well as the floor to make sure I didn't drop it by accident, though I vividly remember putting it in its case. I couldn't find it anywhere. I had to get to school, so after a few minutes of looking, I gave up and decided to go to school without it and try to find it when I returned home. As I was sitting in class at school, I reached into the lower right pocket of my camouflage cargo shorts to grab a jolly ranch. to grab a jolly rancher.

As I did so, I felt something. It was my diamond ring. I was shocked. I was happy to find it, but perplexed, because that was impossible. I wear different outfits every day, so there was no logical way for the ring to be in there. I hadn't worn this particular pair of shorts for at least a week or two, so even if I had put it in my pocket,

for some reason the previous day, it wouldn't be in these shorts. I only take the ring off when I'm putting it away, at home, so there was no reason for me to put it there. But there it was. For the rest of the day, all I could think about was the ring, thinking back over the course of the last 24 hours, trying to figure out what just happened.

I thought I had lost my ring, but I guess this was the system's way of correcting its mistakes, by giving my ring back. Hi, Raven. I have no idea if this was a glitch or what, and I'll leave that up to you and the listeners. All I know is that it was very strange. This happened almost 20 years ago.

I was on my way back to Cleveland from Akron, Ohio, and I want to say that it was somewhere between 11 p.m. and 1 a.m. I was taking the 77 North Freeway, which is what I always took to get back home. Very shortly after getting on the freeway, I came upon semi-trucks completely stopped in both lanes. They were not pulled off to the side. It seemed like there were miles of them. They looked like they were only halfway turned on, like when you turn on your car's radio without starting the engine.

I sat in my car, stopped behind them, very confused and creeped out. I didn't see any sort of sign upon entering the freeway saying that it was going to be. going to be closed or blocked. I've pretty much always been a nervous driver, so I just sat there for a bit trying to figure out what to do, since I obviously could not go any further on the freeway. For whatever reason, I decided to wait until I saw more cars coming to see what they would do. At this point, I noticed that it was eerily silent.

I also did not see any cars on the opposite side of the freeway. nor any approaching behind me. None. I get that it was late, but it wasn't that late. And even if it was, I always see a few cars or trucks on both sides at the very least. I remember waiting what felt like forever, and still it was just me and the semi-trucks as far as the eye could see.

I debated getting out of my car and approaching the driver's side of one of the trucks in front of me to see what was going on. But I've seen Joyride, and I decided against it. Obviously, I ended up getting home that night, but I don't remember how. There used to be an alternate route that I would take once in a while, but I think by that time the route had been changed and was no longer an option. Let me be clear, I did not magically appear back home. At least, I don't think so. I must have taken a different way, but again, I don't remember.

remember much after the initial shock of being alone on the freeway in total silence, with all the semis blocking my way. A friend of mine suggested that it may have been some sort of strike, but I would think they would have to give people entering the freeway a heads up for safety reasons. However, that doesn't explain the total silence, and no evidence of any other cars but me on what is normally a busy freeway. There may be a logical explanation for this, but in all of these years, I have not been able to think of one. If anyone has any ideas, I would love to hear them. Thanks for reading my story, Raven.

Your channel's one of my favorites. Keep up the excellent work. Thank you. Hey, Raven, just thanks for all the entertainment you provide. I'm still loving all the stories, and thank you for reading you. all my past stories. Thank you for sharing them. I had a couple of weird things happened at work lately, so I thought I would share. I work in retail at a pet supply store, so I'm all over the place in the store throughout my shift.

The first instance happened a couple of months ago. I was helping a customer find an item, scanned them onto the computer, and then asked how we'd like to pay, with cash or card. He told me debit card. Interestingly enough, when I went to punch in the number on the debit machine, the price was already on it. I've considered that I may not have been paying attention and did it without thinking, but it doesn't add up when I recall this interaction. It's kind of strange. The second instance happened yesterday.

A customer came in and needed help deciding on the right kind of bone for her dog to keep him busy. So I came around the corner. We talked about a few options, and when I went back around the counter to scan the item she had picked, it was already scanned into the computer. This instantly caught my attention, and again, I began to recall the interaction, but I can't remember going back there at any time to scan the item that she hadn't even chosen yet. So thanks to the universe for making my day more interesting, I'm ready and open for more. my best friend had an aquarium. Not sure of the gallons, but it was almost two feet long by one foot wide, and maybe a foot and a half deep.

She had the diver and treasure chest decoration that opens up when the chest fills with air, a few fake corals, a little bit of greenery, a filter, and of course, some fish. Not a lot of decorations, but with such a small tank, any more deco would have been overkill. I think her idea was that the fish were supposed to be the main decoration anyway. She had three goldfish, Larry, Mo, and Curly, among a rainbow-colored variety of other fish with a total of about 20. It was beautiful and mesmerized me for hours over the years that she'd had it.

One day as I was watching the fish, I noticed that there were only two goldfish. I spent another ten minutes searching for the missing fish, before I asked if one of the stooges had died. She said no, and came to help me look for it. She removed the top of the tank and used the net to hold the treasure chest open so we could look inside. No goldfish. She moved the corals and greenery around. No goldfish.

We checked the filter and still no goldfish. I know that some fish are escape artists, but this tank had a heavy lid that wouldn't have allowed such acrobatics. We eventually gave up on finding it and accepted the fact that, one, we didn't have a clue about how it could have vanished, nor would we ever, and two, the three stooges were now just a pair. About a month later, she bought a smaller aquarium and asked me to help her swap them out. She had set up the new tank the day before I went, because of room temperature water and all that. We moved the fish to their new home and then started the demolition of the old tank. A shop vac would have been a godsend at that time, but all we had was a siphoning hose in a five-gallon bucket. While the water trickled out, we removed the filter and the decorations, and we washed them.

When the hose could no longer siphon the water, we hand-scooped all the gravel into a bowl to wash. Under the gravel, it had a grated plastic, quote, table that stood, at most, a half-inch tall, including its legs. Its dimensions exactly fit the inside of the tanks, so there were no gaps between the walls of the tank and the table. Its purpose was to keep the gravel from touching the glass bottom of the tank, so there was only water between the bottom of the tank and the top of the table. We had to use a wire hanger to hook one of the table's grates to lift it out of the tank. The missing goldfish was under the table. There was no way that fish swam to where we found him. It was as if he had just teleported itself.

through an inch of gravel and a quarter inch of plastic into the water-filled void under the table. I could have easily accepted it if the fish had disintegrated into powder-sized particles and was sifted through the gravel and grating, but this fish was completely intact.

He looked as if he had died just an hour prior. I will never understand how it happened, but it gave me a whole new outlook on swimming pools. Thank you, Raven. I hope that you and patience are well, and that your move is going swimmingly.

Hey, Raven, it's Lola again. Remember how I mentioned that I recently moved to a new place and promised to let you know if anything happened in my new apartment, similar to what I experienced in my childhood home and old apartment? Well, something happened last month. First, let me clarify, I don't use drugs. Many years ago, I tried marijuana to see if it would help relieve the chronic pain I experienced due to some medical issues,

but it didn't provide any relief, so I stopped using it. I also struggle with anxiety, depression, and minor PTSD stemming from growing up with a narcissistic and manipulative parent, as well as a disability that was discovered before I hit teenage years.

These experiences have left some scars that I'm actively working on in therapy. While I am visually impaired, my experiences with these issues are not related to my vision. So that aspect is irrelevant. Since moving here, I've always felt like I was being watched. I've also heard random sounds in the apartment that seemed to come from either me or my cat.

But when I went back to my bedroom, I found him lying on the bed where I left him. I typically do my grocery shopping using Instacart. Since I can't drive because of my visual impairment, relying on others for tasks, like grocery shopping is essential. Instacart has been a lifesaver for me. Last month, right before I placed my order, I showed my partner who was staying with me for a few weeks, my list,

to ensure that everything was good and to see if he wanted to add anything. I had two loaves of bread on the list. He specifically noticed that I had ordered two loaves. After I placed the order, everything was delivered, and my partner and I worked together to put things away. I distinctly remember grabbing both loaves of bread

and placing them on the shelf in the pantry, where I usually keep them. Later, around noon, my partner made himself a sandwich, and when I went to check the pantry for something to make for dinner, I realized there was only one loaf of bread where I had put both. Confused, I looked everywhere in the kitchen. I texted my partner and he confirmed that when he made the sandwich there was only one loaf. Although he didn't see both loaves when I put them away, he clearly remembered that I had ordered two.

I never found the second loaf. It honestly seemed to have just disappeared. Additionally, I always keep mint gum on hand for nausea, and in that order I had bought two packs of mentos gum. My partner took one and put it in the best. bedroom, since he would occasionally grab some, and he doesn't like going through my purse without asking. I left the second pack on the counter because I already had a partial pack in my bag. When the pack in the bedroom was finished, we went to grab the one from the counter, but it was missing as well.

Both of us checked the counter, and we looked in my bag to see if one of us had accidentally put it in there, but again, we couldn't find it. A few weeks later, I had to visit the dentist for a major tooth-ish, and while searching for my wallet, which contained my insurance card, I found the missing pack of gum, still sealed. Both my partner and I had searched my bag, and it wasn't there when we looked. Somehow a few weeks later, it just magically appeared. I jokingly started saying that there might be a gremlin in my apartment messing with me. Last week, I did groceries again while my partner was visiting.

As I was putting everything away, I purposely showed him that I had two loaves of bread. I did this to reassure myself and have a witness that there were indeed two loaves. I had also purchased a shaver online to use outside of the shower. Sometimes you just want to be comfortable while shaving your legs, and with the shaver I can sit on my bed or anywhere else. Since getting it, I would place it usually in one of two spots, either on the bathroom, counter on the left side of the sink or on my bedside table. Last week, when I went to use it, it wasn't in either place. I checked both locations, as well as the drawers in the bathroom, the floor under the bed,

and even in my small trash can that I have in my bedroom. Frustrated, I messaged my partner to see if he had seen it while he was over, but he hadn't. While I was grabbing my knitting supplies from the opposite side of the bed, and I was, I was grabbing my knitting supplies from the opposite side of the bed, I discovered that my shaver was underneath the shelf there. I had pulled out my knitting project and noticed it was snagged on something heavier. When I fully took it out, there was the shaver that I had been searching for. I would not have placed it there myself. I've started joking that the gremlin is responsible

for anything unusual that happens around me. For instance, when the lid of my trash can falls off or when my laptop, which I use with a voiceover program, starts speaking on its own. I don't have any logical explanations for any of this weirdness. That damn Gremlin won't be happy when I hopefully move in September. I apologize for going on for a bit. I just want to ensure that you have all the details that you need. Thank you, Raven, for everything you do.

I'm so glad I found you on Spotify last summer. Your story is not only entertaining, but also pretty much. provide me with peace of mind regarding the craziness in my life. And much love to everyone. Good day, mate. Here's a couple of stories that actually happened to me. Hope you enjoy reading them. First one's the fly.

It happened during my lunch break. I was sitting inside eating a vegemite sandwich, trying to ignore all the wackos I work with. After about five minutes, I couldn't take it anymore and decided to head out inside to get some peace and quiet. Of course, that didn't happen. As soon as I sat down at one of the old picnic tables, a fly, which I immediately nicknamed

Louis, started buzzing around my face, dive-bombing my mouth, my eyes, landing on my hand and then taking off again. It felt like he was doing it just to annoy me. I kept waving him away, but Louis wouldn't give up. After a few minutes of swatting at him like a mania, I finally snapped. Without thinking, I glared at him and said, Stop, Louie!

And he did. The fly froze mid-air. About a foot in front of me, just stuck. Wings out, legs dangling, like someone had hit paws. I stared at him, confused. Maybe he landed on something invisible. I moved my hand above him, nothing.

Under him, still nothing. No spiderweb and no string, just open air. I hesitated and then reached out to poke him, and he didn't move. He didn't even wobble. It was like poking a speck of dust glued in place. I pulled my hand back completely freaked out, and then, just as suddenly, Louis zipped off like nothing had happened, buzzing back into the world like he had never frozen at all.

I still have no idea what that was. Story 2 is the missing noodles. This happened on a random afternoon when I was home alone. I decided to make some two-minute noodles for lunch, but when I went to boil the kettle, it wouldn't turn on. It was dead. No lights, no click, nothing. Annoyed, I figured I would just cook the noodles in the microwave instead.

I poured the water into the bowl, dropped in the noodles, put it in the microwave, set the timer, and then hit start. A few minutes later, the microwave beeped. I walked over, opened the door, and then froze. The bowl wasn't there. The microwave was empty. I stood there for a second thinking maybe I hadn't actually put them in, but I knew that I had.

I watched them spin. Still, I checked everywhere. The counter, the sink, Even the cupboards, just in case I did something without thinking. Nothing. I even checked the bin, wondering if somehow whenever I threw out the flavor packet, I had accidentally tossed the whole bowl too, but no, it was just gone. So I guess they got stuck in the Matrix somewhere, and I hope that you enjoy the noodles, Neo.

Hello, Raven. I love your podcast, by the way, and I listen to it every night as I'm falling asleep. Thank you. I'm in my 60s now, but the incident occurred while I was in my late 20s. First, a bit of backstory. I was diagnosed with epilepsy at the age of five years. The seizures I had at the time were quite minor, lasting only a few seconds. They were more like blackout periods, where I just lost my awareness for a bit and had no recollections of the incidents afterward. This was my experience throughout my childhood.

in teenage years. Fast forward to 1989 when I was 25 years old, and the universe threw me two consecutive curveballs. The first was an unexpected pregnancy. That one I could handle, but the second one which occurred four months

later had taken me completely by surprise, and knocked me flat on my butt. I woke up one morning on the floor, and for a few minutes, I couldn't move. After willfully pushing myself off the floor, I went to the bathroom, and when I looked in the mirror, I was gobsmacked.

Both of my eyes were blackened, and I had bruises and carpet burns down the left side of my face, neck, and arms. I had no idea what happened. I remembered nothing. It happened again two more times, and I realized that I was having seizures in my sleep. But they were unlike any type of seizure I had ever experienced. These were Grand Mall, convulsive seizures, and they were taking their toll on me physically, mentally and emotionally. At this revelation, I grew afraid. I was living thousands of miles away from my family, and I had no one to turn to, so I

quit my job, collected my final paycheck, and boarded a train back to the East Coast, and my family. My living arrangement was strange as I had to be supervised. with the baby during the times when my seizures were frequent. My parents had a business that they ran from their home in one town, and they had a house in another town that they rented to me and my daughter. I spent my time between the two towns going to my parents' place of business, which was also the house I grew up in for a week or so,

and then back to my rented house for a few weeks. My parents would come down on their time off just to get away, and I would go back with them when they left. That was my living arrangement at that time. Now for the incident that brought me to your page in the first place. It happened while I was alone in my rented house. My daughter was only 18 months old, and I had put her in her crib upstairs for an afternoon nap. I made myself comfortable on the sofa and fell asleep while watching a movie.

The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital. I have no idea how I got there. Two of my neighbors were sitting beside my bed. I sat bolt upright and yelled, Where the heck is Ashley? My daughter. My neighbors told me that she was being taken care of. A nurse came in and told me that I had been in a coma

and that a neurologist was called in to examine me. I was so confused. How did I get here? Was this really happening or was I dreaming this? As I said, my daughter was just a toddler, and I was alone in the house. The only thing that makes any kind of sense is that I must have had a seizure while napping on the sofa

and hit my head hard on the marble top coffee table as I fell to the floor. But who alerted the neighbors? My daughter had a habit of climbing out of her crib and coming downstairs on her bum. If I was preoccupied, she would pop her favorite Disney movie into the VCR and watch it until I could attend to her. Did she see me sleeping?

on the floor and tried waking me up? Could she have even opened the front door and wandered around the neighborhood until someone noticed her? I'll never know the answer. Years later, I was passing through that old neighborhood and I visited with the two neighbors I saw by my bedside on that day. I asked if they remembered that incident. They didn't.

It still confound me to this day. If all of that was just a dream, then I must still be in it, because I have a moment. because I have no memory of waking up from it. Hi, Raven. I'm used to seeing vivid images or even whole movie clips. I also see grids and patterns. I never really talk about it with anyone because I think people don't know what to do with that information.

So it's just something of my own. I can live with it just fine. But this week, I saw a projection that was striking. It was at night, and I had to get out of it. of bed to go to the bathroom. I get to the toilet and looked at the toilet roll. The paper was gone, so only the cardboard part was still hugging on to the holder. On the cardboard was a projection of the pattern, like on the full toilet rolls that I usually buy.

So the flower prints that is normally on the paper of the toilet roll was now also on the cardboard roll. I realized that it was a projection and that the first of the flower prints that the flower prints that is normally on the paper roll. Flowers were not actually on the cardboard. But now I was curious whether it was the same pattern as on the full rolls. So I grabbed a full roll and, yes, exactly the same flower pattern. The Matrix actually tried harder than it needed to at that moment. Hello, mate. I'm from Dartford, UK.

When I was a kid, my granddad would walk me past my great-aunt May's house, who was quite old to say hello. and she had an old pond in her front garden that my granddad built for her many years ago. But it hadn't been used as a pond in years. It had become a flower box, a raised flower bed. It was about a foot high. My aunt died some years later and her home sold. I showed my wife the pond that my granddad built.

Quite proud I was. But about a year after I showed my wife for the thousandth time, the new owner demolished the pond so he could park his car. And I was disappointed that it was gone. About four years went by, and the pond is back like it never left. But this sort of thing happens all the time for us. It feels like we're constantly waking up to some new change. Like alleyways that I've used for years keep disappearing and reappearing.

So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories. On the As the Raven Dreams podcast. I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. If you did, and would like to listen to more of this, you can always check out the other episodes of the podcast, or support the channel further by actually going to my YouTube channel and checking out my videos. Just go to YouTube and search As the Raven Dreams. You can also go to Astherraven Dreams.com for lots of other good stuff.

Ways to get early access, read stories that I've written, submit your own story, and things like that. 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.