As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories (Vol. 14) - A MEETING WITH MY FUTURE SELF

Episode Date: December 12, 2020

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blacked out and some strange things followed after those blackouts. Also, both stories are very hazy in my

mind. When I typically have a very good memory. The only other time I can remember my memory being this distorted and fuzzy is when I've experienced trauma. I almost always black out when people are yelling at me because I think my brain is trying to protect itself.

I was yelled at a lot as a kid and then, unfortunately, dated some guys who yelled at me too. One more thing to note. I get deja vu a lot. I also have had many dreams happen in real life. Both are always about really insignificant things. Experience one, eight years ago, I was 25. I was in my apartment with my friend, Allison, and my boyfriend David at the time.

I was having a drink before leaving to go out to eat. We only had one drink and left to go. eat. We probably had two more drinks each at dinner, but we also ate a lot. Definitely not enough to make me black out, and I wasn't on medication at the time. I don't check my phone much when I'm with other people, but I decided to take a peek and noticed a text from a mutual friend of ours. It was a long text, and I read the whole thing out loud to her. It was my first time reading it. After I finished, Allison said, Yeah, you already read that to me back at the apartment.

I have zero memory of reading it to myself or anyone else. I don't have memory if the text appeared on my screen as a new notification, though. I didn't question her further, because I think I was embarrassed if that was true. Just a little thing, but so weird. The second, when I was 19, I was studying abroad in Italy. I had a trip the next day, so I went to the ATM to get some cash for the trip, and then to the laundromat. I'd put my laundry in, and I was sitting with my legs across a bench, and my purse wedged between my legs and the wall. We were taught to do stuff like this so no one could steal it.

Two men then came in speaking Italian to each other, and by the way, Emma, blonde white female who definitely stood out as American. One of them walks past me and blows smoke in my face, which was really odd. I don't remember what the smoke smelled like, but it wasn't cigarette smoke or something I was familiar with. I feel like I may have blacked out. Everything seemed to be very hazy, and the sun was suddenly shining very brightly in my eyes. All I could see was the silhouette of the god.

as he walked past me. Then, the other guy started asking me how to use the coin machine. I was naive and didn't realize that someone who was clearly from Italy doesn't need help from a young American girl in figuring out the coin machine because all the directions are in Italian.

Duh. I stood up and I started explaining to him how to use it, leaving my purse behind on accident. I went back to sit down and my purse was still there and eventually the guys left. Once my laundry was done, I tried to find my wallet and pay for the dryer and realized my wallet was missing. The guys had clearly stolen my wallet and had probably been following me since I got cash at the ATM.

They spent a ton of money on my credit cards, and it sucked, especially because my passport was in my wallet, which meant I couldn't go on my trip the next day and would lose the airfare. I also had to carry my wet clothes a few blocks to my apartment. since I couldn't afford to use the dryer. I was a sad sight. Fast forward to maybe seven years later and I was telling someone this story. When I got to the part about the guy blowing smoke in my face,

before I could say it, the person said, and then he blew smoke in your face. And I said, Um, yes, that's exactly what happened. How did you know that? And they kind of shrugged, gave a side smirk, and laughed. I don't remember who the person was who said that to me. They either guessed or have heard of that happening before,

possibly a friend told this person the story already, which I highly doubt. Or they're a mountain biking vampire witch from the future. Has anyone else had similar stuff happened to them? I just found this subreddit, and reading some of these stories made me realize that I actually have a story. I think it counts as a glitch, but if I'm wrong, my apologies.

I've always thought of it more like a ghost encounter, but I resist that idea because I need to see some credible evidence before I just decide something is real. Anyways, my grandma lives in this huge house. Five bedrooms, three bathrooms, hundreds of years old, my granddad's family built it. It's out in the middle of the mountains and the boonies. An hour from any real town, it's beautiful, but I felt creeped out being alone in it my entire life,

including as an adult, and the upstairs is by far the creepiest. I always feel like I'm going to spin around and see someone behind me. This was about nine-ish years ago, because I was 25 and a new mom, so we had made the trip out to the home place so my grandma could spend some quality time with my baby. Bedtime comes, and I go to my usual guest bedroom upstairs, because it has the California King, which left enough room for me, safe bed sharing, and all of my stuff.

At the bottom of the bed, I have my overnight bag and diaper bag in the bottom left-hand corner, and, more in the center, I have one of those small, plastic-wrapped bags of diapers and some wipes. The bag of diapers has a hole in it because I had just changed her before bed. The bed is so huge and I'm about 5'3, so my feet don't even come close to any of it. Anyways, the blankets and sheets on this bed are tucked in military tight, and after trying to pull the bottom loose for a minute, I just gave up.

so there's no way they could have been pulled out on their own as I got under the covers. My daughter is asleep beside me. I've just turned out the lights and I'm looking at my phone for a bit, because I still feel a little jumpy and creeped out as usual. It's in the middle of nowhere, so it's pitch black other than my phone because there aren't any streetlights or other houses or even more than one car every few hours.

Then I thought I heard something. but I wasn't sure, so I was laying there, phone down, extremely still, trying to hear it again when it happened. I hear the crinkle of the bag of diapers, just barely, and then a super loud,

thwack, followed by quiet ruffling sounds. I immediately reach out and pull my daughter to my side, and I just freeze and strain for any sound at all for, honestly, like, ten minutes or longer. I'm totally petrified. and it's so dark that I keep blinking to see if my eyes are still open. Finally, after a long time, I hype myself up to go for the light switch,

which involves stepping out of the bed. I turn on the lights, and everything seems normal. So I walk around the bed, and there are diapers and wipes everywhere. The bag of diapers is completely empty, and in the far corner, every diaper is spread out like they exploded out of the bag. totally fanned out. Not evenly, like they were just placed, but like they went flying with some serious force.

And the wipes are the same way. It was a small plastic wrap container, not the hard plastic box, which means you have to tediously remove each wipe as if from a tissue box, but here they are, all over. A few are clumped together, but most of them are separated.

I'm just completely flabbergasted. I check the blankets, but they're in just as tight as ever. The diaper bag and the overnight bag are still perfectly in place and untouched. There is no way that I kicked my feet or moved them by bouncing or rolling over because I was being still so as to not wake my daughter. And in the morning, I tried to kick the diapers off by kicking and moving and rolling around, but nothing. And even if I had somehow made them fall or even bounce up, nothing explains how every diaper looked like it was machine-gunned out of a t-shirt cannon,

much less whatever exploded all of the wipes out. I laid in bed with the lights on until daylight because I couldn't relax enough to sleep. I've told all my friends and family, and to this day, I cannot figure out how it happened like that. It's never too early to plan your summer story in Europe with WestJet, from rolling countryside to cobblestone streets. Begin your next chapter. Book your seat at westjet.com or call your travel agent. WestJet, where your story takes off.

This is a story that haunts me daily. This happened in 1992. I had just graduated high school and was working in a warehouse. I kind of enjoyed it and settled thinking I would probably retire. here. Yep, I had zero ambitions. I was a sad, lazy, cringe-inducing bag. A new guy started. It's a warehouse with high turnover, so nothing unusual about new guys. And everyone asked if we were related, because we looked alike. He was probably late 30s, early 40s, and I was 18 at the time, and he was fatter. He seemed to carry himself like me the way he walked.

and spoke. His second day, we worked together on a rapping station, and the first thing he said to me was, you still have that penthouse magazine under your mattress? And I did. Weird, but totally normal for teen boys, I suppose. He then said, I know everything about you. You are worried about never getting a girlfriend. I was floored, but I again thought it was a usual teenage thing.

I mean, I wasn't the best-looking guy, so I guess it wasn't a stretch to guess. Probably the start of bullying and the end of my job, as one thing I liked most about myself is that I have no problems fighting anyone, anywhere, any time. No matter how big or how many, I was always down. I never won, but I could take a beating, and the person usually quit and never messed with me again. I asked him why he was saying all this stuff, and he looked at me, and his expression is seared into my mind, and it left an image that I see daily. He said, I am you.

He then went on to tell me everything about myself, I mean my deepest, darkest secrets that no one knows. Then he kept telling me more about myself. Then we went to lunch and were outside smoking. and, yep, same brand, camel-wide regulars. Hard to find where I lived, so I'd never seen anyone else smoking them. I asked him to be serious and asked how he knew all that stuff, and he said, I already told you, Tom Thoc. Tom Thoc is a nickname that only one person ever called me,

and he was my dad's friend that I barely saw. A crappy Jedda pulled into the parking lot, and he said, that's our girl. She's a demon who is horrible to us. I asked him why he was with her, and he said, she's the best we could do. When she got out, she was disgusting-looking. I mean, absolute trailer trash would be too kind,

and she waddled her ass over to us. She said, let's go. Before he left, he stared right into my soul and said, We deserve better, please, go to college and stop being lazy and make something out of yourself. Trailer Park girl just kind of laughed, like, yeah, right. He left with her, and I never saw him again.

I think I ran into a younger version of her at a friend's house years later, and he introduced me and said we should hook up. I said no. I went to college and stopped being a pathetic, lazy cringe fest. I accomplished everything I set out to do, as I always felt the need to not let him. him down. Now I know none of this makes

sense. How can I explain something that I can barely understand myself? None of it makes sense whatsoever, like, why would a future me get a job with me? He had to fill out a job application and have his references checked, right? Yeah,

I asked my manager, who was a P-O-S, who just told me to mind my own damn business and focus on my job and try to be less of a screw-up. Has anyone had something like this happened to them? It's haunted me daily since. I'm 48, and I haven't seen any time travel machines.

Help me out here, maybe end this once and for all. I'm new to posting on Reddit, and I also apologize for grammatical errors. I've been reading a lot of posts here recently, and I wanted to share my story. I still have no idea how this happened, so... Some opinions would sure help. So, this happened in high school when I was a junior in 2012. For context, the school I went to is like many other schools. Students were required to show their student ID to get into the building.

We were also required to show the student ID to security guards at all entrances of the cafeteria to eat. If for some reason you misplaced your ID card, you could get a replacement at the dean's office. The secretary would print out a paperback version of your student ID, and they were color-coded for each week for whatever reason. I was a disorganized and troublesome teenager in high school. Back then, I would very often lose my student ID. So, going to the dean's office for a temporary paperback was a normal thing for me. I would always grab one, fold it a couple of times, and stuff it in my pocket.

However, if you lost the temp, you were pretty much out of luck to get another. To the glitch, I was having a rough week at home and school. It was finally fifth period lunch, which was my favorite part of the day. I remember being especially hungry and excited to sit down and eat. However, when I approached the entrance to the cafeteria, I realized I didn't have my temp ID. I left it at home, most likely, and it wasn't in my bag or my pockets. So I go up to the security guard and try to explain that I don't have my temp ID. The security guard in particular was known for being a huge ass,

and immediately started cutting me off and telling me that I can't eat, and I should have brought it to school. I immediately stormed off to the bathroom stall, closed it behind me, and started crying, which is something that I very rarely do. Even then, I just remember feeling totally hopeless. Like I said above, things weren't going so well at the time. After wiping my eyes, I noticed a red index-looking card on the ground. I picked it up and turned it around,

and it was my pristine copy of my temporary ID, with the color of the week, which was red. It looked like it had just... been printed, no crease marks or anything on it. I was in shock for a moment, but kind of dismissed it and went back to the entrance and was a loud entry. So, yeah, that's what happened. I still don't know how a perfect copy of my temp ID could just appear there.

It was bizarre looking for sure. Guys, help me out here. Something happened yesterday, and it's really bothering me, because there doesn't seem to be any rational explanation for it. Yesterday, I arrived home with my arms full of stuff from my car. I make my way to the kitchen area, dump everything on the kitchen table, turn the light on, glance in, everything is normal, and I turn around to start grabbing stuff to put away. When I turn back around, my dog is going at a large brick of butter right near the fridge,

and this is where it gets weird. For one thing, when I looked in the kitchen, there was nothing amiss. I also don't know if the dog is part of this glitch, or just the butter and then she saw it, and ran in to take advantage of this situation. For another, there was no wrapper on or near the butter, which, if it had fallen from the fridge,

that's not how I would have stored it. Another, when I went to put the butter in the trash, and when I picked it up, it was soft, not hard like it should have been if it had just fallen from the fridge. Until this point, I had fully convinced myself that, despite not being hungry or thirsty and not having a need to open the fridge, I had opened it anyways, and like just not noticed that the butter had fallen out.

Or maybe before I left, I'd done it, and that's why it was soft. But even at this, I was slightly incredulous, But it was still a somewhat acceptable explanation, until I really did open the fridge to find that there was no butter missing. The butter I thought that was on the floor was in the door, in its wrapper, right where it was supposed to be. I had used the other half last week to make chocolate chip cookies, and there were another two sticks in a box in the drawer, too. No missing butter. So this is where I start kind of wigging out. Where the hell did this butter come from?

I'm kind of mad, actually, that I can't figure it out. I feel like this is happening to me more frequently. There was another instance a few months back in which a guy fully disappeared, and that doesn't make sense either. But this is straining the limits of what I find myself able to explain away. I'm either leveling up or losing it. my damn mind. I don't know what I'm looking for here, but if you could either find an explanation, I can

swallow, or tell me something similar happened to you, or even some alternate reality explanation, I mean, anything at this point would help, because I feel like I am losing it. So that, friends, was another collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories. I hope you guys all enjoyed these. These are some interesting stories for sure. definitely enjoyable ones and I hope that, again, you enjoyed them.

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