As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 99 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: July 8, 2025

Welcome to 99th Glitch In The Matrix Stories Collection! Today we have 13 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... Gabby, S. Gregory, kia kia, Kara Pafford AKA Gwilby, Erika Jarvis, Fanfictionmusiclover, Aztec, Catherine, Amy, Tara Shaw, Sarah, Jackie Maloney, Sharne Evans As Well As Any Author That Has Requested Anonymity. TimeStamps… 1 ➤ 1:25 2 ➤ 5:19 3 ➤ 9:28 4 ➤ 14:32 5 ➤ 25:48 6 ➤ 30:46 7 ➤ 36:27 8 ➤ 46:15 9 ➤ 49:03 10 ➤ 53:48 11 ➤ 56:45 12 ➤ 1:00:59 13 ➤ 1:02:12 ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #GlitchInTheMatrix #RedditStories And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Hello and good afternoon to everybody that is checking this out in the afternoon. If it's morning or night, well, good morning and good night. Either way, hello. Hope you're having or had a wonderful day. And I hope you continue to have a wonderful week. It's currently Tuesday. Had to check that. And I don't really have much to say.

Let's think of something interesting. So I went to check a day, that's C-H-E-C-I-D-A-Y, to look to see. what today's holidays are. It's July 8th when this goes up. And Cow Appreciation Day is one of them. And also National Blueberry Day. And Ice Cream Sunday Day.

So, enjoy some ice cream, appreciate some cows and have some blueberries. I actually had blueberries this morning. I made some oatmeal bars that are actually really good. Oatmeal, protein powder, mashed bananas, a little bit of baking powder. Blueberries.

Greek yogurt. Just kind of mixed together, baked for a while, and then cooled off. And they're really good. Yeah. So, anyways, I have nothing else to say. I just wanted to have an interesting intro. So hope you have a great day. Hope I see you again very soon. But until then, my friends, enjoy these Glitch in the Matrix stories. Dear Raven, I've recently started listening to your podcast and having had several weird experiences myself, find that I can relate to some of the stories submitted to you by other listeners. Two in particular resonated with me, and they prompted me to submit this story. This is the most recent weird event that has happened to me,

but at the time of writing is about two years ago when it happened. I've previously recounted this story in the comments section of another YouTube channel, so if the story sounds familiar to anyone, they might have read it there. I live in a small village, in a relatively rural part of Wales. The landscape around is fairly rugged terrain, which, in the 20th century, was planted with coniferous trees. These now form densely wooded areas, and, if not privately owned, are usually public access areas. They're popular with walkers and mountain bikers, as there are many footpaths, trails, and forestry access roads. As one such area is right on my doorstep, I like to go walking through,

there, myself. One day when the early autumn weather was glorious, I went for a walk, and I took a circular route, which basically takes you all the way up one side of the hill, and then back down again on the other. It took me about an hour to get to the top, because the road twists and turns and doubles back on itself, but in all of that time, I saw not a single other person. When I started to come back down the other side of the hill, I stopped to look at the view. Everything was very peaceful and quiet.

I spent several minutes looking at the view, and as I turned to continue my way down, I was surprised to see, sitting by the side of the track, a large black dog that looked like he was some form of border collie. He had a tan-colored chest, a big pink tongue moving as dog tongues do, when they're panting, and likewise his ears were bouncing, too. He was sat like a sphinx with his front paws straight out in front, and his head was tilted toward me with a friendly look on his face. I assumed that the dog had run on ahead of whoever was the owner,

and as the track made a curve a short distance ahead, I was expecting to see someone appear or hear shouts calling the dog back, but no one appeared, and I heard nothing. By this time, I had gotten nearer to the dog and could see it clearly, panting, but there was no sound. Everything was quiet. As I got closer, I was considering scenarios like the dog had gotten lost or had he been dumped, so I tried to see if there was a caller. There didn't seem to be one. As I got closer, still I bent down and put my hand out and said, Hello, what's your name then? That's when things went weird. Because very slowly, this very real and solid

albeit silent dog, started to dissolve into lots of pixelated squares, until he completely disappeared. It seemed to happen really slowly, but the really weird thing was that where the dog had been sitting, there was now a wooden log, which, I hasten to add, looks nothing like a dog in any way, shape, or form.

I have no explanation for what I saw and experienced. Whilst I've never seen the dog again, quote, dog log is still there. And I do give him a friendly pat and have a quick chat whenever I walk by. Lazzang sur-gillet, puissance-moyance-moyerned for 15 minutes.

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On one occasion, he had kayaked somewhere with the plan to spend the night camping on the beach. While he was sleeping on the beach, he woke up in the middle of the night and saw a young girl pointing out at the water. He was alone at the time and my sister and I were not born yet. Then she disappeared and he went back to sleep thinking he was just tired or something like that. However, the next day the ocean conditions were horrible. He had not expected a storm and my dad does a ton of research before a trip. It was too dangerous to go out in the water.

He believes that the girl was trying to warn him. The next scenario happened about a decade and a half later when my mom was pregnant with my sister. My mom has given birth to three kids and never wanted to know whether we were boys or girls before we were born. She likes to be surprised. Anyway, one night, a few months before my sister was born, my dad woke up to see that young girl again, the same one from the boating trip.

This time she was standing at the window, looking at him, and he could see her face. He said that she looked like me, but definitely not close enough to be me. Then, like before, she disappeared. When my sister was born later and as she grew up, he realized that the girl was her. He's also never seen the ghost girl again since my sister's birth 21 years ago. My sister has had her own, quote, psychic dreams as well. A couple of times she predicted the deaths of people who have died suddenly the following day. Before my uncle had his heart attack, though, she dreamed that he would get sick, but he would be okay and recover.

When he had his heart attack, he did die but then was resuscitated. He was sick slash weak. for several months after but completed rehab and is fine today. That was two or three years ago, and the heart attack truly came out of nowhere. My uncle was an avid biker and only ate healthy meals. I also have a short glitch story that isn't long enough, but I'll share it anyways if you want to put it at the end of this. Growing up, I loved monkeys, gorillas, and orangutans. I would research them, read about them, buy stuff to

animals of them and visit them at the zoo. I was obsessed. One day, my mom and family friends took me and my sibling to the botanical gardens. They had a special rainforest exhibit with rainforest plants and golden lion tamarins. I loved seeing them and was so surprised that they were there. Years later, I brought up this memory to my mom and boyfriend at the time. They both said that the botanical gardens never had tamarins, only butterflies. However, I literally can picture in my head where in the exhibit room I saw one. I was so confused that I ended up calling the gardens. They said they don't and have never had Tamarins.

I have no idea where this memory came from then because I distinctly remember seeing them and being so happy. I guess I'm just lucky to have a positive glitch experience, but I feel a little insane. Also, one other thing is when I typed Golden Lion Tamerans at the In the Google Search Bar, those botanical gardens are an autofill choice that pops up, even though I haven't been to those gardens or that area in years since moving. Just another weird thing. I have some other stories, but these are the ones that I can share right now. Let me know if you want to hear the others.

First, some background. Every year growing up as a child preparing for Christmas was a huge part of the fun leading up to the big day. I like decorating for Christmas, the Christmas tree, and helping with other holiday decor. But as a small child, I always felt a touch of sadness while sending up the manger, because the donkey had a broken leg. I can't exactly remember what the pieces were made of, but it was some type of ceramic material, and the bottom half of one of the donkey's legs was broken off. and had been that way ever since my mom could remember.

My mom always reminded me, Don't worry, God loves all creatures, and had encouraged me to include the donkey along with everything else. I'd always taken great care to lean the donkey against the inside of the manger, or against another piece from the manger set, so that it could stand as upright and normal as possible. Fast forward to the day of the glitch. By now I'm in my early to mid-teens,

and at a point in my life where the smaller things like decorating a Christmas tree or setting up holiday decor had become like chores, versus something I looked forward to. With the hustle and bustle of life, no one in the family had set up the manger that year and the weeks before Christmas. So, on Christmas Day, just having finished opening our Christmas presents and still sitting in a sea of wrapping paper along with my brother, three years younger, and my father, My mom went to the basement to get the manger, then handed it to me to unwrap the pieces and set up. When I got to the donkey, I exclaimed, Wow, Mom, you finally fixed the leg.

My mom responded with, What are you talking about? And then handed her the donkey, now with four perfect legs, and said, The donkey with the broken leg, you fixed it. Knowing that I'm the house prankster, and that my dad and brother would not have done. it. Her jaw dropped, and face went white as a ghost, and she calmly said, it wasn't me, that's not funny. From the look on her face and tone of her voice, I could tell

that she wanted to believe it was me playing a prank, but knew, based on my reaction, that I had not fixed the donkey's leg as a prank. Mind you, my dad and brother are the types who can't find the mustard in the fridge if it's behind a single bottle of soda, let alone locate where my mom stores this manger in the inner depths of the basement. And aside from me, my family is just not the type to play pranks, let alone something like this. In fact, they're terrible pranksters, and the handful of times I recall any one of them having attempted even a small prank, it would be over in a matter of seconds with burst of laughter from whoever was attempting said prank. Nonetheless, after a logical round of you did it,

and no I didn't, among the four of us, all the while maintaining death stare-type eye contact without any of us coming close to bursting into laughter, it quickly became apparent to all of us that no one in my family was playing a prank about having fixed the donkey's leg. And it's not like we hand other family, guests, or anyone else over to our house

that would have been even in that part of her basement, where the manger was kept in storage. let alone to be able to find the manger place and do something like this. Our large basement was cluttered beyond imagination, and my mom kept the manger in a far corner in the basement amidst a massive pile of Christmas paraphernalia, inside a protective box and with many other boxes and things stored around or on top of it. I even remember how we all inspected the legs of the donkey to look for even the slightest bit of unevenness that surely would have been present

after gluing together the two broken pieces of ceramic, if not perfectly aligned. But there was nothing. All four legs of the donkey were perfect. My mom was extremely touched by this experience. Both of her parents had passed away within about six months of each other, so she'd been feeling very down that particular Christmas,

being her first Christmas without them on this earth plane. In the months after their parents, passing, she had experienced several other signs from beyond, particularly during times where she felt sad or anxious. As a result, she just knew this experience was special, and another sure sign that all was going to be okay. Her other experiences were heartwarming and all very positive, but this one being a shared experience, slash glitch, and also more concrete, no pun intended, is by far the most spectacular. Hi, Raven.

I've been binging your videos on YouTube. I enjoy the stories, and you do a great job reading. Thank you. I've experienced a lot of strange phenomena in my life. Everything from poltergeist activity to UFOs and lots of stuff in between. I wanted to share one of my experiences. I'm not sure if this qualifies as a glitch, but I'm unsure of how else to categorize it. The story may seem convoluted, but all the parts of the story do go together.

I'm currently 54 years old. When I was around 7 or 8 back in the late 70s, I was at my late cousin's house playing in one of their rooms. My cousins were a little older. The boy was a year older than I was, and the girl was three years older. They told me that there was this game they had learned from their friends at school, and they wanted to try it on me. It was called knockout. These days, there are lots of dangerous challenges and trends on social media that kids try, like Tidepod, for instance. But these sort of things are not new.

Even back in the 70s, we had our own reckless trends that spread around, albeit more slowly. It went like this. A person would count to three, take a deep breath, and hold it in. And then another person would stand behind them and pull in hard on their stomach. like a sort of Heimlich maneuver. This would cause a loss of consciousness. They had already tried it on each other, and it didn't work the way it was supposed to. They wanted to try it on me to see what would happen.

It was dumb, but I agreed to do it because, at that age, I didn't see the possible danger. After all, they had already done it, and it didn't hurt them. So, I counted to three, inhaled deeply, and held it. Then my oldest cousin put her arms around me and pulled in hard on my stomach. I was immediately somewhere else. Instead of my cousin's bedroom, I was in a small meadow. It didn't feel like a dream. It all seemed completely real.

It was a sunny day. To my left, there was a tall hedge that went straight ahead into the distance. I couldn't see over it. The land sloped downward from the hedge so that the land was low. lower off to my right. The grass was green, and the middle of the meadow was a mature deciduous tree. It seemed completely natural for me to be there. I could not remember anything before then.

I had no memory of my cousin's bedroom or of anything that had happened in my life up to that point. This place in this moment was all that I knew. I was standing near the long hedge, and I started walking. A head I noticed there was an opening in the hedge, and I had a strong pool to walk through it. It felt like home was on the other side. As I approached the opening, I could hear distant voices and laughter behind me. They were muffled, and they sounded so far away that I almost couldn't make out what they were saying. He's faking, they laughed.

And then I heard my own voice say, I'm not faking, in reply. Where I was in the meadow, I didn't actually speak. or even think about speaking, and yet my own voice was speaking from someplace far away. Then, just as I was about to enter the opening in the hedge, I bumped into something. Suddenly I was back in my cousin's bedroom, standing against his bunk beds. My cousins were laughing. I told them what had happened and where I had went, but they didn't believe me. They said that my eyes were open the whole time and that I had walked across the room arguing with them about faking.

It was sort of like today when a person wears a VR headset and interacts with a virtual environment, all the while moving in the real world. I told my parents about it later, and they were alarmed that I had tried the game and warned me that I could have fallen and hit my head, and that I should never do it again. I thought about it a few times, as I grew older and wondered if it was just a dream, or if I had entered a staging area for the afterlife, and maybe the opening in the hedge was a crossover door or something. A few years later, while playing basketball in high school,

I witnessed a boy get knocked unconscious when he banged his head against the backboard. His eyes were wide open the whole time, and he was actively fighting the people who were trying to help him. Yet, after he came too, he said the last thing he remembered was jumping and then he blacked out. After that, I just chalked up my experience, as a normal thing that happens when a person is knocked out, eyes open and still moving around. But, later, I found out that my experience wasn't normal. Fast forward 30 years.

My grandfather died in 2007, and I inherited his five-acre homestead. My wife and I had two young children, and we had been looking for a small piece of land to buy because we'd been living in the city, and we wanted our children to grow up out in the country as we had. City life didn't suit us. We wanted a big garden and chickens and all that. My grandfather's place was perfect. He and my grandmother had purchased it for their retirement years, and it just so happened to connect to my parents' 12-acre property where I had grown up.

My parents weren't farmers, but my dad loved horses and used their property as pasture for his, and my uncle's six horses. When their neighbor's five acre and house was put on the market in the late 1980s, they helped my grandparents buy it. My grandmother died in 2006, and my grandfather followed a year later. They didn't have much money. My grandfather had grown most of their food with a garden, chickens, and a few pigs and a couple of cows.

They lived simply but happily. My parents were next door, So my grandparents were looked after in their later years. When my wife, children and I moved here, not only was this ready-made homestead a dream come true, but we were now close to my parents. So my kids grew up seeing their grandparents almost daily, which was good. This was a busy time for me.

The land was a lot of work in itself, but I also had an evening teaching job at a local community center, as well as doing freelance graphic design jobs. Two small kids were also a handful. I say all this because there were two acres of my property that were fenced off where my grandfather used to keep cows. It was completely neglected by me because I just didn't have the time. My dad asked if he could use that two acres to expand the pasture for his horses, and I agreed, because it was just too much for me to manage at that time in my life, and I had no cows to pasture it anyways.

and since that two acres was fenced off and separate from the main lot, I ignored it. In fact, I can't even remember going out there more than twice the whole time that I owned it. For one thing, the fence was old and completely grown up with thick honeysuckle vines, wild roses, and wild cherry trees. I couldn't even see into the field during the warm months because the vegetation covering the fence was so dense and high. Fourteen more years pass. In 2021, my children were now old enough to look after themselves.

I was laid off from my job and was going to take advantage of this extra time to focus on utilizing my homestead to grow more food. I told my dad that I was now ready to use that two-acre lot, and that I planned to plant a small orchard out there, along with some other perennial food-producing plants. I'd been doing some reading about permaculture and food forests, and that field would be perfect for that. So we moved his horses. There was a gate at one end of the fence, but it was one of those wide livestock gates,

and it didn't open and close very well, so I didn't like using it. Also, it was an inconvenient place for me. I wanted to keep the fence because all that vegetation engulfing it provided a wall of privacy for us from neighbors who lived on the other side of the field. I cut a four-foot wide opening in the fence at the other end, so I could access the field at a more convenient spot.

There were two young cherry trees in either side of the opening, and their branches made a natural arch over it, and the rest of the fence was dense vegetation. It kind of felt magical walking through it, like I was going to a secret garden. I went out into that field through my opening for the first time, and walked around to assess things, and plan where I would plant the fruit trees and berry bushes.

I walked to the far end off to my right, and then turned and started back. I stopped dead in my tracks. I had never seen the field from this angle or perspective before. This was it. I was in the meadow that I had visited more than 40 years prior. To my left was the hedge, the fence overgrown with honeysuckle. The land sloped downward from the fence. The grass was green, and ahead to my right,

in the middle of the field, was a lone oak tree. I slowly walked along the hedge toward the opening I had made to get in. My home was on the other side. My whole life I had occasionally thought about what I experienced as a child and wondered whether it had been a dream or if I'd had a near-death experience. But as I stood in my field in 2021, I wondered if I had experienced a moment in my future, When I was knocked unconscious in the 1970s, was my consciousness transported into the future at that moment and place in 2021 to see things through my older self's eyes?

If so, why that particular moment? What made it so significant? Furthermore, was it even that moment at all? Since that day, I've stood and walked in that same spot many times. Was I perhaps seeing a time even further into the future when some sort of the moment? something significant would happen? The land has changed a little since then. There are now garden plots and little fruit trees out there,

so it no longer looks exactly as it did when I saw it in my vision as a child, or when I saw it in 2021. This leads me to believe that the moment of realization in 2021 was the time. Yet it seems like such an uneventful and unimportant thing to foresee. So this story isn't scary, You're completely insane, like some of them that I've listened to on your channel, but it was definitely a glitch, if I've ever had one. I do love this podcast, and I find myself listening any time I have free time to do so, so here's my minimal glitch that for me just kind of solidified the fact that there are definitely different timelines or sometimes things get mixed up. I'm a server at a strictly southern chain of restaurants.

We wear aprons that have three pockets in them. One on the left, one in the middle, and one on the right-hand side. We have ticket books that we use to write customer orders on, which I keep in my left pocket, my cash tips go in my middle pocket, and my ink pens needed for signing receipts and writing tickets go on my right. A little bit of OCD here, so it is always the... this way. Any server knows that a good ink pen can make or break your tickets, and it just

overall makes you feel good to have a really good ink pen. I work the morning shift at my job, so on this particular morning I arrived at work, I had purchased two packs of my favorite ink pens, which had two in a pack, and sat on my front passenger seat in the car next to me. As I sat in my car about to start work for the day, I opened one pack of the new ink pens, placed them in my right pocket of my apron, which I was wearing, left the empty package on the seat with the other unopened package, then grabbed my things and headed inside. Our ticket books have a couple of things on them that have to be filled out before we start our shifts.

Like our names have to be written at the bottom of each one. We have a menu test, which helps us remember the pricing of the food we sell, and we have a log that shows how many tickets we had and how many we sell. with the date and store number. So when I enter work, I grab a ticket book, make myself some coffee, and set down to fill out all of this, while I'm waiting to start my shift. I sit down, I place my ticket book on the table in front of me,

and I reach to the right pocket of my apron that I'm wearing for one of the brand new pens that I had just placed there. Except there is no pen. Not only did I place two in there, but I don't even have one, Odd, I think. So I check the middle pocket, and again, no pens. Weird. So I checked the left pocket, and believe it or not, no pens.

Not a single one anywhere in my apron. I take the apron off, thinking there's no way and folded it in my hands, which would obviously tell me if there was anything inside of it, because it's made of cloth. Still, not even one single pen to be found. Now, this is odd because I know that I literally five minutes before opened a brand new pack of my favorite pens and placed them in my pocket. But, seeing as how it's early and maybe I'm just crazy, I decided to go back to my car for the other pens that I knew were lying on my passenger seat unopened. When I got to my car, I see in the passenger seat two packs of pens.

The opened one that is empty because I just placed them in my pocket right. height, and one that has two in it and is unopened. There are no loose pens anywhere to be seen in the car. I shrug it off, running behind for clocking in on my shift and open the unopened pack, placing both pens in my right pocket, empty package on the seat next to the other empty package, and go back inside to finish my ticket book before clocking in. I get back inside, sit down with my ticket book, reach into my right pocket for an ink pen, and guess what?

I now have four brand new ink pens in my right pocket. Now like I said, this isn't a scary story or even really that significant compared to others, but the fact that not only did I know I had put the first set

of pens in the pocket, I had taken my apron off, folding it around searching for them before going all the way back to my car for the other two, only to return and now have all four of them. This was definitely a glitch, and I've never really had anything more significant than this happen. But it was enough to know that there are infinite timelines that coexist that may switch back and forth numerous times without us ever even noticing.

Thank you for listening, and remember, if you can't find your pen, you may only be a timeline away from four. Okay, so the mind is very interesting. By the end of this, I'll tell you why I say that. The story isn't very long, but I'm laughing on the inside because I don't know what happened. It's nothing scary, but very much confusing. Lately, my son has been in summer camp. The hours are from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. My husband has to be at work at 2 p.m. and it gets off at 11.

We only have one vehicle at the moment. This means that every day for the last two weeks, I've had to drop my son off at camp at 8 a.m. Come home, sleep, clean, do whatever, and then drop my husband off at work at 2, and then pick my son up at 4, continue to do house duties such as cooking and cleaning, getting my 6-year-old ready for the next day and etc.

Then pick my husband up at 11 p.m. Also, I have a very whiny and clingy toddler during the day as well. As you can imagine, I've been very exhausted. So last night, after a long day of what I've just described, I'm heading to pick up my husband from work. It's about a 20-minute drive from the house. On the way there, I saw a sign that said road work ahead, but it was on the opposite side of the expressway. I thought to myself how we'd probably run into it on our way back home, and didn't really think much about it because I wouldn't even be the one driving back home. My husband drives us back home when I pick him up.

It was late too, so there wasn't much traffic on the other side of the expressway where the work was being done. I pick them up, we tell about our day, we're telling each other how exhausted we are and how we just want to go take showers and get in the bed. On our way home, traffic is light and normal, but then my husband accidentally gets off on the wrong exit. Our exit to get home is about four exits or 15 minutes away from the one he got off on, so I'm like, why are you getting off on this exit? He's apologizing and started explaining how we just got confused. I chopped it up to exhaustion on his end. This is where the glitch happened.

He starts to get back on the expressway to head home, but as we're coming down the ramp to get on the highway, we saw about a mile of traffic. Heavy traffic due to the construction being done. It was what I had seen on my way to pick my husband up from work. There was a huge arrow, telling cars to merge from left to right. So from the median to the slower lane on the three-lane expressway.

We saw one of those bright lights, so the guys that were working on the road could see and we saw men out working. My husband and I were both instantly annoyed, but especially him because he was driving. I remember saying, oh yeah, I drove past us on my way here. He said this is BS. I just want to get home. I agreed. I pointed out how even though he accidentally took the wrong exit, off that same exit, there was still a streetway we could have taken to get home

to avoid the traffic we were seeing. It was too late, though. We were already getting back on. We were having this conversation as we were driving down the ramp on the expressway to get into the slow lane. He merged onto the expressway and got behind a long line of slow-moving 18-wheeler's. After about 10 seconds, he got over into the expressway. the next lane and we started driving.

At this point, we were driving just waiting to pass the roadwork, but we were stunned. And not only was there no traffic when we got out from behind the 18-wheeler, but there was no merge arrow, no big truck with a light on it to light up the expressway, and no workers. We were like, huh? I said, now wait a damn minute, what just happened? We saw all the traffic and everything. We both saw it. We complained about it.

I even mentioned how traffic wasn't heavy on my way to pick him up. As we drove, I said I just know we're going to drive past the road work being done. My husband laughed. He said, no, it's gone. We would have passed it by now. I was confused. Yes, we were both exhausted, but traffic is traffic. No one wants to sit in it.

We both saw it, only for it all to disappear. I couldn't believe it. The reason I say the mind is very interesting is because I'm pretty sure I've never experienced a glitch until now. I just started listening to your podcast a few months ago to take a break from my usual podcast, which is Dateline. I started on YouTube and then now I'm on Apple podcast listening to your stories. I'm always intrigued by them and when I'm not listening to them, I find myself thinking about things like, what if the Matrix steals my keys? or what if I see the sky crack open?

Only to see heavy traffic, lights, and workers disappear. Also, I thought to myself, yeah, these stories are interesting, but I don't think I want any of this stuff happening to me, because sometimes they're scary. Never thought I'd be submitting since I just like the stories. I know this isn't probably one of the most intriguing stories, and I hope this wasn't too confusing, but, man, I think I'm good on glibly, glitch experiences.

And thank you for reading, Raven. Hi, Raven. I've submitted several paranormal and glitch stories that you've beautifully narrated on your channel. Thank you. The one that I'm submitting now is rather tame, but it is a head scratcher for sure. So, to provide you with a little context, I have a tendency of overpaying my credit cards and other bills. Many of my bills are set up on autopay with my bank. Like many busy people, I conduct my bill pay and other financial transactions through an online banking app on my phone.

This provides me with the convenience of banking anywhere. Using a banking app has been immensely helpful. It allows me to be sure my bills are paid on time, see when the few checks I write or receive have been cleared, and it helps me to be vigilant so I won't incur late fees or pay unnecessary interest. Aside from my proactive approach to bill paying, I also overpay bills for other reasons, which I'll explain in a bit. On May 12th of 2025, I received a check in the mail for the amount of $5. I received it for overpaying my American Express credit card at the end of March.

I knew that I overpaid my card a few weeks back, so it wasn't really a surprise to get a check in the mail. In the past few months, I've received several refund checks for overpaying different cards. some card companies wait a few months before sending you a refund check for overpayment while other companies send a check far sooner. I've been overpaying my credit cards, bills, and mortgage for as long as I can remember. Although I'm mindful about keeping my credit in good standing and being financially responsible, I'm also often too busy to go to the banks, so I do most of my financial stuff online. Over the last few years, I've learned that when overpaying credit cards,

in particular, you should try to overpay by more than a few cents. This allows you to utilize your banking app to deposit the check directly from your phone. I learned this lesson a few years back. I have three checks that have been unable to cash the online banking app. They've been sitting in a tray in my bureau for about two years. I keep telling myself I'll deposit them when bigger checks come in, and then take a trip to the ATM and make the deposit. Truth be told, I can be a little lazy or unmotivor.

motivated to go to the ATM to deposit money when I can do it from the convenience of my phone. I even toyed with the idea of tossing out those checks because they're just a few cents, and it doesn't matter. Every time I go to toss the checks in the trash, something stops me from doing so. Only, I don't know what. Now on to the glitch. On Monday, I went through the mail when I got home from work, sifting through junk mail and so forth, and I realized I got a piece of mail from one of my credit card companies.

The clear window in the envelope made me think that it wasn't a credit card offer. It looked like a check. I opened it and realized it was another overpayment check from American Express. When I saw it, it took me a few seconds to remember that I overpaid this card. When I saw the amount, it all came back to me that I intentionally overpaid the card by $5. The reason I did this with my American Express may seem silly to some. You see, American Express is not set up on automatic bill payments. This is because I don't use this card as often as I do my Chase or Amazon cards.

But my online banking app on my phone indicates that if you owe nothing that month on a credit card, you will still have a bill pay notification saying you owe $0. So, even if you owe no money after the billing cycle passes, the app shows this bill is past due, even though it's not past due. It's a simple fix, really. If I want to get rid of the notification, all I have to do is log into my online banking through my laptop and virtually file the bill. This feature is not available on the online banking cell phone app. Another option for us, sometimes lazy people, is to overpay the bill to make the past due notification disappear. That's exactly what I did.

Anyhow, when I was sorting through the mail and saw this piece, I opened the envelope and saw the $5 check was made payable to me. I set the check on the kitchen counter and continued about my evening. I even mentioned to my husband, who was in the kitchen, with me as I went through the mail, that we got a $5 check because I overpaid American Express. He heard me but wasn't really phased. That check sat on the kitchen counter undisturbed for two days. No one, not my husband nor my kids moved it. On Thursday evening, I brought it upstairs and put it in a silver tray in my bureau with the other three uncashed checks.

Two for one cents and another for three cents. I told myself that I would deposit all of these checks to the ATM on the weekend. On Friday, when I came home from work, I noticed another check sitting in the pile of mail that I collected. This check was a $3 dividend check for some old stock option my husband had. from years ago, that is so minuscule. He gets a dividend check every other month or so for a few dollars. I put the dividend check with the other one from American Express and the three other older checks.

I specifically thought to myself, now I'll deposit the $8.5 on Saturday, and I'll finally get rid of those one and three cent checks. Win, win, right? By late Saturday afternoon, I decided to deposit the $3 dividend check in the $5. through my phone app, since I still had a million things to do this weekend, and we wouldn't have time to go to the bank to make an ATM deposit of all the checks. So I wrote, 4 deposit only on the back of the two checks, and proceeded to log into my online banking through my phone.

It is important to note that when you take a picture of a check to deposit from a phone app, it gives you a warning to photograph the check on a dark surface. So, I grabbed my black hoodie and later on it. on my light-colored bed and placed one of the checks that I just signed on the hoodie to photograph it to complete the online deposit. I noticed that the first check I tried to deposit was the $3 dividend check. Then I flipped over the other check and noticed that the other check was for one-cent. So wait a minute, maybe I grabbed one of the old one-cent checks from the silver tray instead of the $5 check. I walked over to my bureau to grab the $5 one, and when I looked at what was in the

tray, I saw two other checks in the tray and not three. Before there were three in the tray. Two for a penny and a single check in the amount of three cents. So why were there only two checks in the tray? Where was my $5 check? Was the check that I was holding one of the old checks? I know that I signed two checks just moments ago, and the old one and three cent checks from the tray had long been signed. I know this because when the checks came, I signed them and tried to deposit them through the banking app on my phone, only I couldn't. This is why those three checks have been sitting in that silver tray since 2023. I checked the tray again, but there was no $5 one to be found.

I went downstairs and checked the kitchen counter. Nothing there. I checked the whole main floor of the house. Nothing there. I went back upstairs scouring every room, including my kids' rooms, and I even checked the trash. I looked virtually everywhere for it. I even asked my husband and texted my kids if they saw the check.

No one had seen it. I believed them as this is not like them. Incidentally, if I left the check on the counter for a month, I can guarantee it would still be sitting there. I know for a fact that I put it in the silver tray. I also know that I put the dividend check on top of the $5 one, knowing I plan to deposit the 805 through the ATM on sale. In that moment, I thought this could be a glitch because I was 100% certain I just signed

two checks totaling $8. I went back upstairs in a state of confusion. I resigned myself to the fact that it was gone or lost. It wasn't really a big deal, it was only $5, but something didn't feel right. I kept looking everywhere for it because I kind of felt as though I was going crazy. I just had to make sense of what was really going on here. After resigning myself to the fact that I should forget about the whole thing and just go on with my day, I took a closer look at the one-cent check that I thought was for five. That's when I noticed the date on that check was current. It had the date of May 8th, 2025.

I couldn't believe my eyes. How could it be? The silver tray and my bureau had three very old checks from 2023. Now there are only two. And the one that I just signed was for a penny and, not $5. How could the check change in value just like that? And how could it suddenly bear a current date?

Did the $5 check vanish or glitch into another universe? Did the ink on the check change the amount? Did me in another timeline need $4.99 more than me in this timeline, the me that is currently standing here holding a check for just a penny? Or are my eyes in mind simply playing tricks on me? If you or your listeners have answers, I'm open to whatever possibilities I could be overlooking, but based on what just occurred, I'm holding a check with a May 8th 2025 date for one cent and not $5. This is truly bizarre. I've experienced many strained and paranormal events throughout my life, and this is yet another example that makes me more of a believer that we are living in a strange and unpredictable world.

It seems to me that the more attention you pay to glitches, the more they will occur. As anyone else noticed this? Until a couple of years ago, I might experience some sort of glitch every eight to 12 months. Nowadays, they're happening more often and getting stranger and stranger. All three of these happenings happened within the last three weeks. First, I was walking through my dining room and stepped on something. I picked up a rather large, piece of... of porcelain.

Looking at its shape and size, it appeared to be a piece of a serving bowl. I fill my plates straight from the pots and pans I cook in. I don't use serving bowls. It's not the same color or paint scheme as my dishes either. Even though I know I haven't broken anything in a very long time, I checked every plate, saucer, cup, bowl, and baking dish that I own. Nothing I have is broken,

and I have no idea where this piece came from. The second and third are identical glitches that happened a day apart from each other. First, I have to ask, has anyone ever happened upon a fly lying on its back, kicking its legs and flapping its wings trying to right itself? No, me neither, until last week. I came across the spectacle on my kitchen counter. I grabbed a paper towel, got rid of it, and threw it in the trash,

and then bleach the entire kitchen. Yes, I'm sure it died because it popped like a grape. The next day it happened again, another fly on its back, kicking and flapping to right itself in the same exact spot on my kitchen counter. Again, paper towel did the deed throw away in bleach. I'm still shaking my head as it's just so bizarre. I don't know how much stranger things can get

and frankly I'm afraid to ask or find out. I hope you and patience are getting settled in nicely. You'll blink about three times and go, damn, I can't believe we've lived here 20 years. And yes, it does go by that fast. Best of luck to you both, and thanks. Thank you as well. Hi, a long-time listener here, and you have read stories of mine before. Thank you for that, by the way.

Now, this next story, I don't know if I should categorize it as a dream or a glitch. It's a precognitive dream that came true, and I posted it on Reddit on R slash the Truth is Here. I thought it would be a good story for one of your videos because it's one of the most bizarre experiences I've had. So here goes. I had this dream in 2021 of me holding the elevator door

of my aunt's apartment in my college city and helping my mom transfer some empty boxes in order to be filled because, in the dream, my aunt was selling her apartment. I wore a fuchsia t-shirt, held a black jacket that was my mom's along with two other backpacks, both mine, a fabric shoulder bag that was my sisters, a supermarket plastic bag with a liter of Coca-Cola, and a water and a loaf of toast bread. In the dream, I remember seeing the door, my mom and my sister trying to empty the elevator so we could stop occupying it,

and continue with me closing the apartment door, talking about how we don't want to say goodbye to the apartment and the feel of hope that I will see the apartment again in the future, yet knowing it's kind of a false hope thing. Then I woke up. I remember waking up, I felt horrified, stressed, and in relief realizing that my aunt's apartment was still in our family. I joined my aunt for the afternoon coffee in her room in our house.

She used to commute between cities for a decade now, and during COVID lockdowns, and most days she would just stay with us. I tell her about the dream and good fun, finding it funny that I didn't have any masks elastic band on my wrist like I did at the time, saying that either in my dream we cured COVID or I dreamed of a parallel universe is me's life. My aunt had sardonically chuckled, saying that she really wishes she didn't have to sell her home, due to the family's financial struggles, and we were reassured that no such thing would happen, right? Cut to the early days of April 2025, my aunt tells the entire family she's selling the apartment

and trying to find and buy some apartment or house in our hometown. We were floored. We instantly tried to help her both emotionally. She was devastated and she is diagnosed with depression, so we had to be extra careful, and physically. Our family are veterans of moving around. I've moved cities around 10 to 11 times by now,

and I've changed homes eight times by the age of 18. My dad was in the army while my mom and her sisters lived in Belgium, Sweden, and Greece. Growing up, they had moved a lot, and my aunt has helped us move quite a few times throughout the years. It's been a stressful and emotional month for all of us, and on the 27th of April 2025, at 7 p.m., my aunt sold her apartment. It was bittersweet. The mood that day for me personally was very bad.

Cut to the 10th of May 2025, we visited the apartment one last time for the weekend, and also tied it to get some boxes my aunt wanted that she had left at her apartment. We then went to see a few family friends and then go to a book convention down. And the dream became a reality as I was helping my mom and sister empty the elevator. It freaked me out, and I had a mini panic attack. It's not the first time that a dream has come true, but it was the first time a dream had come true that was something deeply personal and has affected me a lot. Other times it's small things like meeting a person, wearing an outfit, saying the words, or participating in conversation, eating something or wanting to. watching something on TV, or listening to a song on the radio.

I know this phenomenon is called Deja Reve, but still, this specific dream, I would have been very happy if it didn't come true. I don't want to say goodbye to this house as I've known it my whole life. So, that's the event. Thank you for reading, and I hope you're doing well. Thank you for your time and your videos as they make my days and chores more enjoyable. Hi Raven. This is a long one, as it has many layers. I often listen to your channel as I drift off to sleep, and I enjoy hearing the crazy things that happen in our world.

I decided to share my story about Peter, as you mentioned you hadn't been getting many submissions lately. Thank you. Peter's been a phenomenon in my husband's family for years. Many have their own stories. It's important to note that Peter looks exactly like my husband. My husband also has a very different build to all of his brothers, so there's no mistaken identity. I personally believe that either my husband, or I, am time-travelling or alternate realities of my husband, are slipping in every now and then. My first proper encounter with Peter was when I was lying in bed with my now husband while he was watching a movie.

He paused the movie to go for a smoke, so I just lay there with my eyes closed waiting for him to be. to come back. Soon I heard the door open, felt him get back into bed and start the movie. I didn't move, as I didn't feel the need to, but as time went on, it felt like the atmosphere around us was getting louder and louder and louder until suddenly everything went quiet. And the TV stopped right as my husband opened the door. I spun up and said, What are you doing? He said, I went for a smoke.

But then I responded, You already came back. To which he said, no, I haven't. I only just came back. He then got into bed and resumed his movie. There have been other times where I've seen him walk through the house, even though he's lying in bed or not even home. One time he kissed my forehead and said,

Love you. To which I opened my eyes to see my husband turned away from me. My husband and I now have a baby, and we take turns in getting up to, do her morning feeding. The most recent thing that Peter has done was one morning when Bub was fussing, I felt my husband get out of bed and go to our baby. I watched on the monitor as his long hair waved down in her face,

and she laughed and giggled, only to realize that my husband never left the bed. I also noticed that my partner had recently chopped all of his hair off for our wedding, so it seems that Peter has not yet cut his hair. It's also important to note that whenever I have an interaction with Peter, it's never scary, and I don't feel uneasy by it. I think it's nice that my baby gets double the time with her father who visits from multiple dimensions. Thank you for reading, and if you share, thank you for listening. Hi, Raven, emailing you from Australia.

Good day, mate. Recently found your YouTube channel and finally mustered up the courage to tell you my story. I have an experience of what I would consider a glitch in the Matrix from when I was young, maybe about 8 to 10 years old. This memory is still very vivid in my mind, and at the time I knew it was something I wasn't supposed to see. As a child, I thought I had done something wrong and could feel the energy of, I guess, the Matrix being mad at me. So I tried to block it out, and pretend it didn't happen, but it's something I haven't been

able to forget. The story is very bizarre, so I hope that I can articulate the experience well. I was in the lounge room of my old childhood home with my twin brother and mutual male friend. We were sitting in a circle playing, talking, and laughing, and at the time, Mom was in the shower. I was sitting close to the entryway that led into our hallway when I heard my mom's footsteps walking down the hallway toward us. Assuming she had just gotten out of the shower and was coming in to check on us,

I leaned back to the doorway to see her, and I saw, well, I don't know really how to explain it. I saw her left leg walking down the hallway, but not the rest of her body. Imagine someone walking down the hallway, but their entire body is invisible except for one leg from her toes to her hip. At first, I briefly froze in disbelief. and watched her leg take a few strides. I could still hear the noise of her footsteps as if there were two legs. I felt a wave of fear rushed through my body as she got closer. I shot myself forward so I was no longer looking down the hallway

and quickly moved to the opposite side of our circle. My brother asked if that was our mum coming, but I just went silent and had my eyes locked toward the hallway doorframe, waiting to see either my mom or her leg. But nothing. The footsteps stopped. I asked my brother to check if mom was in the hallway. He shuffled over, leaned back, my heart racing,

and he said no with a surprised look on his face, as he'd also heard her coming down the hallway. I went quiet and didn't know what to do. My brother and our friend noticed the difference in my behavior, but I just lied and told him that I was fine. After a few moments, maybe five minutes, give or take, my mom did, in fact, get out of the shower and start walking down the hallway. As I once again heard her footsteps, my heart was beating out of my chest.

I heard her get closer and closer to the lounge room. I was terrified. As she came into the doorway, I jumped and was visibly scared. She asked me what was wrong, but I lied and said nothing, as I had this overwhelming fear and sense that something was mad at me for seeing what I saw. I honestly thought that she could possibly be a part of The Matrix and that I would get in trouble if I admitted what I saw. Again, I had an intense feeling like I had seen something I wasn't meant to.

For a while afterwards, I questioned my reality, as if I was in the Truman Show and everything else was fake, and everyone knew except for me. or if I was in some kind of video game and had experienced a lag or a malfunction. Now I would just consider this a glitch in the Matrix. Thank you for giving me a platform to share this. This experience had a lot of intense emotions and questioning of my reality at such a young age. I've only told two people about this experience,

and both times there was little interest or belief. A very, hum, okay, response. so I appreciate the chance to tell my story here. Hello Raven, new subscriber, and I love your videos. The story is extremely short, I'm sorry, but I was sitting on the couch in my bedroom watching YouTube when I heard something fall in the living room. So I went to check, and the picture that I had on the wall fell due to a weakened hook. I had an e-cigarette in my hand, and I put it in my top pocket.

I then bent over to pick up the picture, and my e-sig fell out while I was leaned over, so I picked that up too. As I was lifting myself back up, I felt something move in my pocket, so I put the picture on the table and put my hand in my pocket. And there, it was an e-cigarette exactly the same in my top left pocket. But I still had the e-cigarette that fell out in my hand. Did it duplicate? I have no idea. I've never had a glitch before, so I freaked out a little, and I've never mentioned this story before, so whoever can explain it, I would appreciate it. Hi, Raven.

I'm listening to your videos for a while now, and I never really shared what happened besides to my family. I'm from Brazil, but I've been living in the U.S. for 10 years now. I used to live in a very small town in Brazil, and at 18 started going to college. The town only had one school bus that took all the college kids to a university to the nearby town and the distance was about 40 minutes to said university. Every day we would leave at 6 p.m. and come back around 11.40 p.m. The whole school year was uneventful, but one night something happened and I have no explanation for that. It was a normal night. We arrived at the bus stop at 11.40 p.m. as usual. I took 15 minutes to walk to my house, as usual, and got home right before midnight, again, as usual.

When I got home, my family was already sleeping. Then I heated up some leftovers, on the stove we didn't have a microwave, my family had eaten that evening, just like any other day. I sat down on the couch with my plate and ate my dinner. When I finished, I took a glance at the clock, and it was 2.25 a.m. My immediate thought was, this clock must be wrong. So I then checked my phone, and it really was 2.25 a.m. I'm confused to this day.

I did not take two and a half hours to eat my dinner. I ate it in less than 10 minutes. Yes, I'm a fast eater. I don't have any history of mental illness, no drugs or alcohol. But anyway, I went to bed and in the morning I told my mom what had happened, and she told me something interesting that I don't know what to make. makeup. She said that my stepdad woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom and he felt a strong smell of propane. He then went to the kitchen to check. When he got there,

all of the knobs of the stove were on, leaking gas. He then opened all the doors to air out the house. The night before, right before I went to bed, I clearly remember that I checked the knobs to make sure they were off because I did use the stove to heat up my food. But checking the knobs isn't something that I did back then, but on this particular day I did. They all looked good, and I went to bed, so I don't know how this whole ordeal could have happened. Where did the time go, and why were the stove knobs on?

I don't want to believe that I was possessed, because I don't even know if I believe that stuff, but I would love an explanation. Also, now I'm kind of a freak when it comes to, to stoves, and to this day, I will still check that I didn't leave anything on. Hey there, friends. I hope that you enjoyed this collection of scary stories on this episode of the As the Raven Dreams podcast. If the platform you're on has the option to follow podcast and you enjoyed my work, please do consider doing so. Also, leaving ratings and reviews

are super important for the algorithm to support the growth of the podcast. I'm just one guy doing this. I don't have a team. It's literally just me doing everything. So any supports like that is greatly appreciated. Never expected, though. So if you go above and beyond with that, I do appreciate it. Some platforms also allow you to leave comments, and if you feel inclined to do so, please do. I would appreciate that. I do have a Patreon in a merch store that you can also check out if you want to support a little further. The Patreon site of things get you early access to all of my content. It is formatted differently as it goes in line with what my YouTube channel is, but it is the same stories, just different collections. There is also a website as the ravendreams.com,

where you can check out pretty much everything about me, my social media platforms, fiction stories I've written if you want to read those, as well as submitting your own stories, which there's a big button on the front page you click to do so. And those stories basically keep the podcast alive, to be honest with you. So, Yeah. All that said, friends, I do hope that I see you again here very soon. Until then, remember that you are loved, that you are valid, that you are important. You're the best you that you can be. Don't forget it. And until next time, much love and sleep well.