As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories (Vol. 18) FT. Mia Mina - A WORMHOLE IN NEW ORLEANS

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Starting point is 00:00:14 Today's video features a guest narrator. The lovely Miamina, and as always, constructive criticism is welcome, but hate comments will be removed if they happen. Enjoy. In 2009, I went to work in New Orrata. Orleans with one of my closest friends. We were hired to run new data wiring for the Hotel Roosevelt on Canal Street, since Katrina had destroyed the area. A few days in, and we decided to work nights.

Starting point is 00:00:56 We would be the only ones on site, aside from an old security guard who was a retired New Orleans cop. The place was creepy at night, but I'd never seen anything more than a stray cat, or a loud bang off in the distance. We went to work Saturday evening, that night we had a few runs, and planned to run a fiber line from the top floor to the basement to end the shift. It was now Sunday.

Starting point is 00:01:25 Easter Sunday, around 3.30 a.m. The entire hotel was under renovation. So, the only elevator that worked was the service elevator, which was a pain in the ass. You couldn't press the call button for, the elevator and have it come to your floor. You had to be inside of it holding the down or up while someone held the door shut. Remember this for later.

Starting point is 00:01:50 We lugged all of our equipment to the top floor and got everything to pull. Every floor has a telephone room and it's in the service area. This area has a paper with the floor number near the elevator because every service area is identical. They're stacked on top of one another from floor to floor. and they have pipes running through the floors to allow wiring to pass through or to the room. Now, every floor has its own theme, not some outlandish jungle or space theme, but the carpets and hallway lights differ from floor to floor. We start the pool.

Starting point is 00:02:29 I can't remember how tall the building was, so let's say it was level 25. We all get in the elevator and go down to the next floor. A few floors down, maybe the 22nd floor. Our boss says grab the elevator and bring it down to the 12th floor, so we can ride it back up to grab our equipment, and I'll meet you there. Since it was faster to jump down the stairs than it was to operate the pain-in-the-ass elevator, my buddy and I get in the sketchy elevator and go down to the 12th floor. We get off, and I clearly remember seeing the number 12 on the piece of paper as we exited the

Starting point is 00:03:09 elevator. We walk over to the telephone room, and there's the fiber that we're pulling, already ran through the floor, going down to the 11th. We look at one another, say no freaking way he's that fast. We start walking back to the service elevator to go down to the basement, since we work with the flash, and the elevator is not there. Instant panic, shock, confusion comes over me. I look up on the wall. And it says 22. Wait, what? How? How is this possible? My buddy and I are in a panic.

Starting point is 00:03:47 We both hit the stairs and run down ten flights and seconds. We hit the stairway door open, and there it is. The elevator on the 12th floor. Doors open. It's crappy little dim orange light shining in all its hellish glory. We look at one another, just completely scared and yelling for our boss. As we run down the stairs towards the first floor, I've never run so fast in my entire life. That was the last night I worked in that hotel.

Starting point is 00:04:17 We left New Orleans a day later. I don't know what happened, and I've tried telling other people this story, and, well, they laugh it off. I even call my buddy from time to time out of the blue and have him give me the same story. There's a wormhole in the Hotel Roosevelt, Nola, and I'll always want to be. I wonder if I'm in the right to mention. As an edit, I sent this to the guy I was working with that night, and he said this. No, that's pretty much exactly as I remember it. The only thing different I would say is that I remember each floor being a different theme,

Starting point is 00:04:54 like different paint, different carpet, like when we first got off the elevator from going down to 12. When we got off on 12, we saw on the wall, it's at 12, which you had mentioned, when we went to the IT, room. And that's when we noticed the wire had already been pulled. When we walked out of the IT room, that's when I thought that I noticed the carpet and everything else was different. And then we ran back to realize that the elevator was not there, and we were actually on the 22nd floor. I slipped into an alternate reality while driving home from work by Greenie Beanie 16. This isn't a

Starting point is 00:05:43 very interesting story, but I just have to share. It's been bothering me for some time now. First, a little background. I go to work around 2 p.m. and get out around 8.30 p.m. I always take the same route to and from work. Also, I have been working at this particular store for around six months. Well, one day, about a month and a half ago, I started feeling really weird while I was at work. Almost like I was there, my body was there, but my mind was somewhere else. It started about two hours before my shift ended. I thought, okay, kind of weird, but I was taking cold medicine at the time and figured it was just that messing with my head until my drive home.

Starting point is 00:06:31 On this particular night, I got off work a little late. My DM came in because we had to unplug and shut down everything in the store so the city could do some kind of energy, whatnot, or other. I don't remember the details. I just know that if we didn't unplug everything, this shit would get fried. So I'm driving home about 20 minutes later than usual, and my anxiety starts building to the point where I feel like I'm going to have a panic attack. And the feeling of being there but not there starts to get worse. That's when I see it. As I said before, I take the same route to work every day, to and from work. But as I went down the road, I looked to my left and saw this big semiconductor plant all lit up

Starting point is 00:07:20 that had never freaking been there before. I pulled over on the side of the road, freaking the out. I know for a fact, it had never been there before. And it's really hard to miss. driving home in complete darkness with a huge lit-up power plant. You didn't even have to look for it. Couldn't miss it. I sat there for a minute until I had calmed down a bit,

Starting point is 00:07:46 trying to reassure myself it had always been there. I just wasn't paying attention. I'm not going crazy. I probably just hadn't seen it before. A few minutes later, my boyfriend called me and asked me if I could pick up some McDonald's for him. Sure, not a problem. I passed by one on my drive home.

Starting point is 00:08:03 The feeling of anxiety and not being there started to fade until I pulled into the drive-thru, ordered my food, and then a worker I had never seen before was sitting at the front window. I asked him how long he'd been working there. He said about two months. Now I'm really freaking out. I came to this place nearly every day for months, at varying times throughout the day. Even weirder yet, he was the only worker there that night. I'm sure there's an explanation for the day.

Starting point is 00:08:33 that part, but it sure didn't help me feel any better after discovering a new power plant just popped out of nowhere about 20 minutes earlier. I proceed to go home and have a full-blown panic attack, curled in a ball, shaking, crying, hyperventilating, the whole deal. I told my boyfriend about the power plant I'd seen and he said, oh yeah, that's always been there. How have you not seen it before? And now every day, I look at that damn place and freak out a little bit, because I have I know it was never there before. Since then, I've noticed tiny little details about my life are just slightly different. Like my dog, not knowing tricks, she's known since she was a pup, or my boyfriend pronounces a few words differently than he did before. The only explanation I can come up with is that I accidentally slipped into an alternate reality while on my drive home from work.

Starting point is 00:09:27 Okay, hi everyone. For starters, this is my first post. Here's what happened last night that I still can't explain. So, I was learning how to skateboard with my two friends. My friend and I were about to skate down my street on our boards, which is slightly downhill, when a homeless man walked up to us. We chatted briefly, and he asked if we had any money. I said I didn't have cash, but that my roommate made a bunch of homeless bags, and that I could run in my house and grab one for him really quick.

Starting point is 00:10:16 At this point, I had one foot on the board and one foot on the ground. There was a snowbank right next to me, so I know that I would have wedged the skateboard into the snowbank, so it wouldn't have rolled down the hill. I was right next to it, so it was the obvious choice. I was right across from my house, so I ran in and grabbed the bags, which were right next to the front door. This whole thing took about 20 seconds. I come out, give the homeless man the bags, and immediately look down and say,

Starting point is 00:10:52 where's my board? My friends look confused and said that they don't know, but they just saw me on it. The homeless man also said that he didn't see it. We thought, well, maybe he took it, but it was a whole ass skateboard, and he used both hands to open the bag, and look through them.

Starting point is 00:11:13 Plus, he was standing in front of my friends the whole time. And it was 1 a.m. and completely dead outside. The only other thing that happened was a car passed while I was inside, so they thought that maybe someone grabbed it real quick from the car and stole it, which was highly unlikely. We looked around for 20 minutes. We looked down the street in case it rolled and no one noticed, and we were stumped.

Starting point is 00:11:43 I asked a million times if they were messing with me, and they sincerely promised that they weren't, and were just as confused as me. It was also my friend's board, so he was concerned because it was expensive. I told them that it was probably a glitch in the Matrix, and that I wouldn't be surprised if it showed up today. Sure enough, my friend leaves this morning,

Starting point is 00:12:08 calls me and says, Well, I've closed the loop in the matrix. I was walking to my car this morning up the road, and the skateboard was right next to the dumpster. The dumpster was a bit up the road, which is uphill, and we weren't anywhere near there during our conversation. I still have absolutely no idea how it got there, and without anybody noticing within a 20-second span of time.

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Starting point is 00:13:07 The conditions my mom had something strange happened to her today by Kate not Kate. My mom called me today after she'd gotten off work. Her voice was noticeably anxious. I asked her if everything was okay and she told me something strange happened to her while she was at work. She said she was inside her workplace when she pulled out her phone to call in an order of food. However, her phone screen was so dim that she could hardly see what she was doing. She tried to turn her brightness up, but it was already on full brightness.

Starting point is 00:13:52 Confused by this, she stepped outside for a moment to see if she could see her screen better out there. Right as she had stepped outside, her phone screen and the lights in the surrounding areas started flickering slash flashing bright, then going dim for a few moments. She said it all happened at once, as if her cell phone and the street light slash surrounding business lights were in unison. She was pretty freaked out when this happened, and she said she could almost feel a heavy energy around her. I can understand the lights flickering, but the phone glitching at the same time as though they

Starting point is 00:14:29 were synchronized is what really stumped me. Does anyone know what could have happened, or could she have experienced a glitch? There's an edit here from Kate, not Kate. Thanks for all the positive feedback, guys. I've never had this much interaction on a post. I'm glad some mothers found it interesting as well. I called her this morning addressing the health concerns everyone commented about. She insists she's feeling fine.

Starting point is 00:14:55 I hope if this is reoccurring, she will seek medical attention. I also got some more details that I thought I should add. She mentioned that when the lights and the foam were flickering, the lights inside her workplace stayed on and were the only lights that did not glitch out. She said she even saw the headlights on a truck in the parking lot start flickering as well. Apparently, this all went on long enough for her to observe all of her surroundings, not just a quick flash moment. She said she was sure she was going to look up and see something,

Starting point is 00:15:31 like she felt the presence around her. That's all the details I have. Pretty weird stuff. She has a redid as well, and I let her know her story caught some others' interest. so she might hop in on this thread to explain herself better. Thanks again for all the feedback. So I was just reading an old thread from here about phone calls from deceased friends and relatives.

Starting point is 00:16:04 I have a story that relates, but that is for another time. This is something that recently happened to me, and I feel weird mentioning it to anyone, because they think it is just a coincidence, and I'm trying to make something out of nothing, but I can't let it go. Long story short, my mom had been sick for the past two years.

Starting point is 00:16:29 Things got worse last year, and then really bad this spring. In July, she passed away. I have sisters, but I was the main person taking care of her, and we became exceptionally close in the past two years. I was the one that she called for everything, needing help ordering something online, questions about insurance, doctor's appointments, random other things pertaining to day-to-day life, etc.

Starting point is 00:16:59 At the end, she was so weak, so when anyone asked her to verify the last four of her social or date of birth or secondary insurance to Medicare, she knew that I would answer for her. And I helped her with all of it. So I was well-versed in her. personal information. Fast forward to a few weeks ago, a friend and I were going to a drive-in movie,

Starting point is 00:17:26 and I needed a few things at Target. So I decided to place an order for pickup and added a few snacks for the movie so we would all be set. I get to Target and check in on the app. As usual, the app says that someone will be right out with my order and to show them the four-digit code through the window. I briefly glanced down at the numbers, look away,

Starting point is 00:17:53 and then quickly look back at the numbers in utter shock. The last four digits are the last four digits of my mother's social security number. It wasn't backwards or off by a number or out of order, but in perfect order exactly as listed on her social security card. I feel like this could be heard. but I'm not sure what proof would be sufficient since I think even if I were to see her, I would think I was going crazy or just needed sleep. I notice numbers a lot on license plates, receipts, clocks, etc.,

Starting point is 00:18:32 but can't recall ever seeing something that hit me like this. Is this a glitch? Or a thinning veil scenario or even just a strange coincidence. Anyways, thank you for reading, and I appreciate your thoughts. So that my friends was a collection of Glitch in the Matrix Stories. Again, starring, featuring, starring, whatever. The lovely Miamina, if you enjoyed what you heard, please check out her channel. It is in the description below.

Starting point is 00:19:14 She is an incredibly supportive person, has been supportive of my channel since we first met, and I cannot over-express how much I appreciate that. she does a fantastic job. She's read some amazing stories, and overall, she is a genuine person. So thank you, Mia, for being part of this, and thank you to everyone who listened. If you liked what you heard and want to hear more,

Starting point is 00:19:37 please consider joining the Nevermore to do so. All you have to do is hit that subscribe button to my channel, then the bell icon next to it. You can also go over to Mia's channel and hit that subscribe button and the bell icon next to it and listen to some of her stuff, show her the same love you show me as always. You can also support the channel

Starting point is 00:19:51 by following me on social media platforms, or over Patreon or channel memberships, all of it optional, all of it greatly appreciated. That said, my friends, I hope you're having a beautiful week, and I hope that you have a beautiful day today. And I hope you get to enjoy the weather, be it warm, cold, snowy, rainy, sunny, hailing, dropping volcanic ash from the sky. All of it just really amounts to a beautiful day. All right, friends, you have a good one? I'll talk to you later.

Starting point is 00:20:23 Bye. I mean, sleep well.

As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Glitch In The Matrix Stories (Vol. 18) FT. Mia Mina - A WORMHOLE IN NEW ORLEANS

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