As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams (GITM) | 24 Glitch In The Matrix Stories

Episode Date: May 8, 2026

Today we have 24 More bizarre Glitch In The Matrix Stories with a lovely late night ambience. This is part of the "Scary Stories for Dark Dreams" series, which is a collection of stories put together for the sake of sleep or simple background noise. This collection includes Glitch stories from March & May 2023, and March 2024 So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. 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! I upload episodes every 3 days, so there are 2 days between new uploads. The podcast consists of new scary story collections, Glitch in the matrix collections, and also what I call the "Dark Dreams" collections (which are older stories, remastered and layered with rain sounds). 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 TIMESTAMPS One Ad After the First Story, No ads after that Story 1: 00:26 Story 2: 08:40 Story 3: 17:37 Story 4: 22:23 Story 5: 29:15 Story 6: 33:39 Story 7: 37:59 Story 8: 42:54 Story 9: 46:25 Story 10: 49:40 Story 11: 52:04 Story 12: 55:30 Story 13: 1:00:00 Story 14: 1:03:14 Story 15: 1:09:15 Story 16: 1:12:05 Story 17: 1:15:01 Story 18: 1:18:18 Story 19: 1:20:31 Story 20: 1:22:12 Story 21: 1:25:02 Story 22: 1:27:49 Story 23: 1:31:47 Story 24: 1:34:58 ----- 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. None of my audio is AI Generated, I am a real person reading real stories into a real microphone. Note: The podcast nor the host endorses any advertisements played during the podcast, ads are not chosen by ATRD or Raven Adams, they are chosen automatically by the advertisement systems by the platforms that host the podcast. I do not endorse, support, or promote any opinions or statements made in any adverts played during the show. #ScaryStories #UnexplainedMysteries #GlitchInTheMatrix ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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My name is Aaron. I'm from Los Angeles, California. I have a story that happens to me, 1230, 2023, recently, in Big Bear, California. Here is my recounts in detail of what happens to me and the geography of the land. I went on a day trip with two of my friends to Big Bear Lake, California, to hang out and snowboard. It was a regular beautiful day. We left to Big Bear around 5 a.m., got up to the mountain and to the summit to the park, around 7.30 a.m. We got redirected to park down the road.

A couple of miles to a parking lot, we followed the signs and made it to a huge gravel lot. No buildings around, just porta-potties, and the area that the trams pick everyone up at to head up to the Bear Summit. When we entered the lot and parked, we were facing away from the mountain, towards the direction of the lake. The tail of the truck was facing the mountain summit. Remember this later on in the story. We got on the tram and went up to the mountain for a day of snowboarding and hanging out. It was a great day.

It was beautiful, and we got lucky that it was snowing. I stayed in the bar area waiting for my two friends to come down after snowboarding. Both of my friends came down to join me in the bar. We hung out and just talked. As I was sitting in my stool, a nice older lady came up to me and asked if she could sit there, since there were no other seats, and the place was packed. I gave her my friend's seat, and she hung out with me and my friends while her kids were up on the mountain snowboarding. It was around 3 p.m., and one of my friends went back up the mountain to do some more snowboarding.

He only had an hour left before his lift ticket ran out at 4 p.m. Me and my friend and the lady are sitting, talking for a good hour, with... her kids and her. It was around 3.15, and she says that she has to go. I got sad inside that she had to leave as I was having a really nice time just chatting. This is where it happens.

As she and her kid are walking out of the barn into the blizzard snow outside, me and the lady both look at each other for a moment as I was sitting on the stool, and said goodbye silently to each other. I looked into her eyes and boom, I instantly went from sitting on a stool in a bar to an empty gravel parking lot at nighttime. I physically felt the shift, and I had to catch myself from falling because I was in a sitting position and then landing in a parking lot.

All I heard was the gravel smashing under my feet as if I fell out of nowhere. I instantly had my hand up to catch my balance and looked forward. Both of my friends were about ten feet. feet in front of me walking to the truck. The truck was in a different location, now facing the mountain summit. I could see the lights that light up the mountain. I was so in shock that I couldn't believe it, and I started yelling at my friends that this isn't the right lot, that we didn't park here so close to the bottom of the mountain.

They instantly got mad at me and started to argue, saying, Aaron, this is the lot we parked at, It's the only lot. I say no. We parked far over there, away from the mountain in another lot. They were still angry with me, so I shut up and realized what had happened. And that no one would believe me, so since I couldn't ask my friends as they were packing their gear, I walked around dumbfounded. What had just happened?

I asked other people in the lot if they remembered parking in this lot, and they all thought that I hit my head and was cold. crazy. It was the worst feeling I had ever felt. I felt so alone. But, wait, this is where it gets interesting. I screenshot at a pick of the map of the area. It was at 5.56 p.m. I lost about three hours of time, but I instantly jumped from the bar up in the mountain to the gravel lot on both feet. I knew that no one was going to believe me, so after I got back home, I went and told my father what had happened, and explained it in detail. I said that we parked in a huge empty lot with no buildings, and then ended up in a smaller lot at the base of the mountain, and the truck was now facing the mountain. And that I had been jumped to the lot from the bar, so he goes, and let's Google map it.

With my luck, the Google Maps showed the huge big list. lot we first parked at when we got to Big Bear. Then we found the second lot that I ended up at, and there was a huge building next to it. So, we had mapped it out, both lots, and the bar up at the lodge, at the ski resort, that we were at. He saw what I was talking about. Both lots did exist. The story happened to me had compelling evidence that something had happened. Two days later, we both went to go look at. at the Google Maps of the lots and talk more about it, and that first big lot was nowhere to be

found on the map. The road had changed, and there were houses next to the lake where the lots was supposed to be. Then, we found the second lot that I was shifted into, and I couldn't believe it. The second lot looked like the first lot and the second lot merged together. They had half and half characteristics of both lots. I was pissed that now I had no evidence and my story looked crazy, because there was only one lot now. But my father was stunned and he couldn't believe it either that the other lot didn't exist anymore.

It bothered me for a couple of weeks to ask my friends about what had happened up on the mountain. I finally asked one of my friends how I was when we were at the bar because I have no memory of how I got down the mountain. He said, fine. I go, you remember us talking to that lady? He says yes. And then I say, I was fine in my right mind, so how did we get down the mountain? He goes, you were fine.

We were all talking, and we got on the shuttle and went down the mountain to the lot. In my mind, I know for a fact that that was not me talking with my friends, from the point the lady left to when I got to the lot. So, it must have been another me that was taking my place with my friends, and then I was shot back into that reality of a different lot. I hope that this recount of what happened to me can help others, or help in researching why these things happen, or are going on. Did the lady that I was talking to know what was going to happen to me?

Did she jump me into the lot? Because that was the last thing I saw before I was dropped into another parking lot. This is going to bother me until the day I die. Because I know what happened to me. It was very personal. And I want to know where I was for three hours. And who was talking with my friends as me when it wasn't? Was it my doppelganger?

Any information will be well received. And I hope that this first. finds who needs it, and I hope that this finds who it needs to, or if you travel to Big Bear, beware that time slips are happening up there. I'm going to make a trip soon to

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and there was a tea in the road where you could turn left or right, but straight forward was a driveway for a farmhouse. The driveway went for about half a block or so, and then transitioned into a cornfield. I remember saying, ah, hell, and starting to slow down as we started flying through very tall corn. It was late summer, and the corn stalks were basically full-grown. The sound as my car plowed over the cornstalks and into the field sounded like the most vicious hailstorm ever. The experience was completely overwhelming to the senses. The sights and sounds of flying headlong at high speeds into a fully grown, densely planted cornfield.

It cannot be overstated. This is where things get weird. The next thing I remember was sitting at a stop sign where we would turn onto the main highway in the area. It was nearly completely silent, with only the light hum of the engine creating, any sound. This was at least several miles away from the field that we had just flown into. My blinker was on, to the left, and the car was just sitting there with my foot still on the brakes.

The lack of motion in dead silence was, for some reason, unknown, also absolutely overwhelming. I felt extremely disoriented and discombobulated, and honestly was not certain how I had come to this point, and was even concerned that perhaps I had blacked out or something. I just was not certain how we had arrived where we were currently sitting. At this point, I did not remember flying through that intersection or crashing through the cornfield. My memory was gone, either blocked or just unremembered. I looked over at my friend and again said,

What the hell? He had a dumbfounded look on his face as well and shrugged. his shoulders, then after a moment said, I think we go left. I actually got out of the car and found the northern star to make sure that we would be turning the correct direction on to the highway. I also surveyed the situation, grasping for some semblance of understanding. We were surprisingly close to the town that I lived in at the time. In short order, we made it to my apartment, and both crashed as it was four in the morning, and we'd had a very long day.

I was dead sober for this entire experience, but I did not feel right, and I knew that something was amiss. We got up the next day, about mid-morning, and got back in my car to drive to my friend's town where he was attending college, which was going to be about a five-hour drive. We needed gas,

and I stopped at the station to fill up and get other miscellaneous supplies. My car that I was driving at the time was old enough to be using a bit of oil, so I almost always checked the oil. Again, at this moment, my memories of the cornfield and all that were completely gone. I popped the hood and went around to the front of the car to get at the engine. I lifted the hood and glanced down. I have never been so absolutely baffled and immediately enlightened at the same time. A light breeze would have knocked me over.

The engine compartment was almost completely chock full of corn stalks. My knees went weak, and I became very, very heavy, and I felt the world performed several full spins. Once again, I very loudly and firmly proclaimed, What the hell? I called to my friend so he would come around to the front of the car. The very instant I saw the corn stalks in the engine compartment the entire accident flashed back to me. I don't remember the point of death, but I remember all of the other details, including being very confused,

sitting at the stop sign by the highway, and the brutal contrast between flying through the field and sitting still at a stop sign. My friend said to me, Do you remember? I said, yeah. We talked it over multiple times during our long drive, and we had the exact same memories. His memory also returned to him the second he saw the corn in the car as well. A couple months later,

I tried to drive the same backroads that we had been driving to find that intersection, and the farmhouse and the driveway and the cornfield. There were a couple of very unique specific details to the location where the accident happened that should have made it very easy to recognize and find. I was never able to locate a spot like this on any of the roads anywhere around where we would have been driving. Microsoft had also just released their satellite imagery, and I scoured everywhere between those two cities. And I've never been able to find the location where we have.

had our accident. I honestly don't think it exists on this timeline. The other time, I was out in the middle of the night, again in a very rural area during a thunderstorm, to take lightning photos. I'm pretty sure that I saw the lightning bolt that killed me prior to my timeline jump. I remember sitting in the car and finishing my styrofoam cup of gas station coffee and hopping out of the car to smoke a cigarette and go to the restroom on the gravel road. Most of the lightning was several miles to the west, and it wasn't even actually

raining where I was parked. I wasn't worried about the lightning safety at this point. Now, the very large power lines that take electricity to the town I was living in were right by this road. I've been pretty close to a couple of lightning strikes, so I'm no stranger. I remember getting that very powerful static feeling in the hair on my head. arms started to stand up. I knew what was coming. I started to say, oh, hell, I reached for the door handle and before I could even get my profanities out, I remember a profoundly huge snap sound, and a blinding white light. The next thing I remember was sitting in my parked car with my nearly full cup of coffee in my hand. I remember thinking that I wanted to smoke a cigarette and needed to go,

so I chugged the lukewarm coffee and started to get out of the car. The second my feet hit the ground, I felt the most massive wave of deja vu I have ever experienced. I nervously glanced up beside the road to look at the power lines, but the spot that I had stopped previously was about a mile down the road, and the power lines had turned a corner and not followed the road down to this point. I glanced down the road to what I thought was the spots that I had previously been in, and just as I looked down the road, lightning struck the power line in multiple massive flashes,

and I even saw the lightning bolt jump down to the ground under the power line. Like I said, I'm pretty sure I witnessed the very lightning bolts that killed me. I have a couple of other experiences where I'm pretty sure I died, but the situations were ambiguous enough that I'm not certain. So, you are not alone, and if you ask people around, you'll be surprised at the number of people who have confusing, odd experiences where things are not quite as they seem.

There have been many people delighted to finally gain the proper vocabulary word to label their experience. Quantum Immortality Hi, Raven. I've been an avid listener of your channel for a while now, but this is my first time submitting my own story. I haven't experienced very many glitches before, at least not that we're interesting enough to talk about,

so I'm really excited to share the one that I do have. And here goes. A few months ago, I was working at a really small coffee shop drive-thru. The drive-thru was so small that they had to store all of their supplies, in meeting space, in a separate garage. This is a good detail to know for later in the story. It was a pretty boring job, and nothing remotely interesting ever happened there.

One day they scheduled me to work in the morning and then come back for another short shift in the afternoon. I don't know why they didn't just give me one longer shift, but I decided to just let it be and left to get lunch. The lunch place was within walking distance. so I went on foot and everything was all well and good. I didn't have anything strange on my mind at this particular time. On my way back was when things started getting really weird.

I was probably three blocks from the coffee shop when I suddenly saw a man walking a bit ahead of me in the same direction. He seemed to have just appeared out of nowhere, and I was slightly confused by it. The walking path was just a straight shot all the way to my work, so it would be hard for anyone to show up around there without me noticing. I'm also very aware of my surroundings as a small female walking by myself. Anyways, he was wearing a button-down shirt, dress pants, and had a briefcase. He looked like a corporate person, or someone in a high position.

To my surprise, he headed towards the storage garage. of the coffee shop just as I was. I had plans to hang out in the garage before my shift, because it was the only area that was semi-comfortable and not cramped. As I saw him hurriedly go in, I asked myself, Are they having a corporate meeting today or something? I didn't see anyone else there. If so, I should probably find somewhere else to sit so I don't interrupt them.

I hesitated for a few moments, but I changed my mind and decided to go in anyway, about 30 seconds after he did. It was a public space, and they could just ask me to leave if it was a problem. Here's the weirdest part of the whole experience. When I walked into the garage, the corporate-looking guy was nowhere to be found. It was just the assistant manager and the manager, both of which are women. I didn't say anything about it to them, but my mind was completely boggled,

and I tried to process how the guy would have come and gone that fast. I also think the universe has a sense of humor about things, because right after I just saw this, the manager sat me down and started talking about possibly writing me up for something trivial that happened earlier that week. I apologized for any trouble that I may have caused, but I was only half listening to her because I was really more concerned

that I just saw a man vanish into thin air. I do want to add that I'm not under the influence of any drugs or alcohol. I value my sobriety a lot, and I don't have any mental illnesses that would cause me to hallucinate. I went through every possible logical explanation in my mind for where the guy could have gone so fast, but nothing adds up. The supply building only has one door, so he couldn't have gone out a back way.

If he had went in and out that quickly, I would have seen him walking away, because the parking lot was so large. Also, why would he walk all the way there just to be inside for such a short moment? It just didn't make a bit of sense. Perhaps it was a time glitch, and I was seeing the projection of a person who used to work in that building, at another time? Anyways, I would be happy to hear what other listeners think of this, because it's still a complete mystery to me. Hey, Raven, I just wanted to thank you for all that you do

before I get into my little story. I've been an avid listener to the podcast for a while now, and no matter how scary the stories you read are, your voice never fails to calm me down after a long day. Well, thank you, Adam. That's honestly appreciated. Now for the story. This event took place around a year ago, but I've never had the time to sit down and write it out until now. A bit of background is needed to explain my exact situation.

I was in the spring semester of my senior year of high school, and my English teacher had assigned our class a project that required us to send letters to local businesses as a test of our persuasive writing. The goal was to convince the business to send us some of their products, both for our own personal use, and to put on display at the school for advertising purposes. I wrote to several companies, but only one ended up replying.

It was a soda company based in the next city. My father had urged me to write to them, because, from what I remember, he had personal connections within the business, business. The company sent back a letter thanking me for contacting them, and a crate of exactly 15 bottles of soda. The crate was delivered to my school and given to me in class by my teacher. The company at the time had five flavors, cherry, orange, root beer, ginger rail, and a no-sugar lemon lime. This meant that we had three bottles of each flavor. I opened

the crate, and I offered the soda to my classmates. And one particular classmate was interested in the sugar-free, lemon lime. She grabbed a bottle, and I did as well. We both drank it, and immediately decided that it was not very good.

But, finished regardless, and we took our bottles to the recycling out back. By the end of class, I was left with an orange soda, two ginger ails, and the final lemon lime to take home with me. The crate had come with a few of those cardboard bottle carriers with four compartments, so I fill the four bottles in and drove home with them in the passenger seat of my car. Once I made it home, I had to carry my

backpack, my bowling bag, and the cardboard carrier into my house. To make clear, I went straight from my school to my house, and my bowling bag just happened to be in my car earlier in the week. I made it inside, plopped the cardboard carrier on one counter next to the stove, and put my bowling bag on the floor. My backpack was still on my back, but before taking it off, I took one of the ginger rails out of the carrier to drink. I turned away and began going through my regular after-school routine, which mostly consisted of checking my phone and rifling through my backpack. After around 10 minutes, I turned back to the carrier, realizing that it was probably best to put the remaining three bottles in the fridge. To my complete shock, there were four bottles in the carrier again. My open gingerail was still next to me on the kitchen island that I had been resting my elbows on while my back was turned and was half empty.

I took the half-step that brought me back to the counter the carrier was on and quickly took out all of the bottles examining them. There were now two sugar-free lemon-lime sodas, both unopened. I looked them over, confused, and eventually decided to open both and taste each. I had known what glitches in the Matrix were, and I believe at this time I had begun listening to your podcast, too. although I never thought that something like that would happen to me, so I was determined to logic this situation out. I opened both bottles,

and each made the telltale pop and fizz you would hear from a bottle that had not been opened before. They both tasted the same as well, and I, confused as all hell, slid them back into the carrier. I turned to check on my ginger ale to make certain, that I had not been hallucinating, as at that time I was unfortunately prone to doing so, although not to this extent. The bottle was still there next to my backpack and still half empty. I began turning the situation over in my head and realized that I could not have carried this one in,

as carrying the four bottles in one hand and my 20-pound bowling bag in the other made it impossible for me to hold an extra bottle. So, I hadn't just forgotten that I had carried it in. And even more obviously, the company had only sent me three bottles of each flavor. My classmate and I had drank two of the lemon-lime flavors in class, leaving only a single one remaining. I was home alone, and no one could have snuck it in onto the counter behind me to confuse me. I even found out later that this particular flavor at the time was only evasive. through special order, so the chance of this being some odd joke were even more slim.

I sat and thought for a while and eventually put the carrier away in the fridge and tried to move on with my day. Of course, it still stuck with me. I wasn't scared by it. The idea of glitches don't particularly scare me, but because it was my first experience in which I realized I was dealing with a glitch, I guess the memory follows me. I even bring it up to my mom from time to time, as I told her about it later that day, and she had no explanation for it either. I had brought that specific lemon-lime flavor home for her to try,

as opposed to pawning it off on another classmate because I didn't like the flavor. I think I might even still have the two now-empty bottles buried somewhere in my room, since I used to collect bottles, mainly really. Even though this event wasn't a major glitch or anything that genuinely affected me, it does make me think sometimes. It's a fascinating world that we live in, even if things fall through the cracks from time to time. I'm sure that most people have that experience where you're looking for something, only for it to turn up in the place where you know you have previously looked, and you know that when you looked

there you would have noticed it, and there's no way that you would have missed it. I've experienced this many times throughout my life, and would usually, like I'm sure many people do, put it down to simply not being observant enough. However, something happened to me many years ago that makes me think it isn't as simple as that. It was the early 80s. I had just left college and was looking for employment. This was many years before the Internet, and unless you were lucky enough to respond quickly enough to an advert in the newspaper,

the only way to find employment at the time was to attend employment centers or travel around and ask companies if they were hiring. I was still living with my parents at the time, and because they lived at the doorstep of a town or city, I had to catch public transport to access these. Anyway, I had managed to manage to. to get an interview with a company.

I'd gotten myself ready and began looking for my prepaid bus card to make the journey for the interview. However, no matter how much I looked, I could not find the small plastic wallets that contained the card. I had no money in the house. This was before everyone had a debit card and mobile phones, so I couldn't contact my parents or brother who were all at work and were out of reach of landline to see if they had seen it. I had checked all the usual places, but to no avail.

And I was becoming exasperated on what to do, and was thinking about going to our neighbors to see if they could lend me the money to make the trip. It was at this point that I sat down on the couch and put my shoes on. Now, my parents owned one of those old flat record players with a large clear plastic cover, and it was sat on a cabinet next to the arm couch. I remember looking at the top of this record player numerous times as I scanned the cupboard looking for the wallet. I had even lifted the plastic lid to look if the wallet had ended up on the deck when the lid had been lifted. Nothing.

Once again, I looked on the top and scanned the cupboard one more time before putting my shoes on. It was at this time that I heard a noise to the side of me. It wasn't a particularly loud noise, but it got my... attention. All I can say to describe the noise is that it was as if you dropped a light object onto a heavy surface from a small height. As I turned to look in the direction of the sound, my wallet was in the middle of the record player's plastic lid. Now those feelings of I'm sure I would have seen it if it had been there were compounded by the fact that I had even lifted the lid on a couple of occasions, and if it was actually on the lid in the first place, it would have fallen down

the back of the record player. Now, over the years, I have often thought about this incident whenever I mislay something, and lo and behold it will reappear in a place where you know you put it, and have already looked. I've never, though, witnessed again the totally weird circumstances surrounding the missing wallet. For it to be left on the plastic lid and be found in the same place, after the lid has been lifted numerous times, defies logic. Not only that, but to hear the noise that attracted me to the place where the wallet was is also astounding. Did my wallet cease to be for a short

time, only to exist again after a period of time? I can't answer that, but it still freaks me out to this day. There is a happy ending to this tale. I took the trip to the interview, got the job, and stayed there for a large portion of my working life. So maybe someone was looking after me that day. So this past winter, I, 27 female, went with my mom on vacation to a very small town

in the middle of a huge ecological park that consists of kilometers upon kilometers of desert. It's not the first time we've gone there on vacation. We just love how calm and quiet it is, the beautiful scenery, and the kind people who live in that town. Now, since it is a very small town, there's just one hotel with five rooms and three bathrooms. Two of the three bathrooms are inside the restaurant that's attached to the hotel.

And to get to them from any of the rooms, you have to pass various sets of doors. Because of this, at night, we only used the other bathroom, which was a metal door on the other side of a small patio. I remember that first day at the hotel I went to the bathroom and, when I tried to close the door, I couldn't close it fully because there was a crack on the wall the door was attached to. There had been an earthquake a few years prior, which was probably the culprit for this crack, since the last time we'd still. stayed at this hotel many years ago, it wasn't there. As a result, we had to tie a string from the lock to a nail in the wall inside the bathroom in order to close it, and even then, it never fully closed.

It annoyed me, but we weren't paying much, and we were the only one staying at that hotel anyways. Well, here's how the glitch happened. It was our third day staying at the hotel. and we had just come back from a walk up a nearby mount. Very small. The walk barely lasted an hour. It was still fairly early night, around 10 p.m., and my mom said that she was going to get ready for bed.

I told her to go ahead because I wanted to stargace for a little while, taking advantage of the cloudless sky. I did so for about half an hour or so, before deciding it was time to also get ready for bed. I went to our room, got my toothbrush and toothpaste, and then went to the bathroom. As soon as I stepped in, everything felt off. I reached for the light switch, but it wasn't there. I searched for it to no avail.

And then, when my eyes got used to the darkness, I saw that it was on the opposite wall, the one that had a crack. Except when I turned the light on, I realized there was. no crack. As so, I was able to close the door perfectly, and there was no string or nail to tie it in place. It was as if it was an entirely different bathroom, but everything else was the same. The tiles on the wall, the slightly rusted mirror, the cheap-looking showerhead, and the white sink with the pink soap. Everything was the same as I remembered, except for the cracked wall and the light switch.

It was as if, for the time I took to wash my teeth, I was in an alternate timeline, in which the earthquake didn't happen. The wall didn't crack and the light switch wasn't moved to another wall. It was a very surreal experience, and the more I stayed there, the more nervous I became. So I hurried up, turned off the light and pretty much sprinted towards my room. My mom was already asleep, so I decided not to bother her, but it took a while before I could sleep because I was feeling very unnerved. The next day, with the sun now illuminating everything, I went back to check on the bathroom that had scared me so much the previous night. But it was exactly as it should be.

Crack and all. I haven't been able to make sense of this situation despite how much I've thought about it. this happened a few months ago, but still bothers me. So, I'm a very detailed and organized person. Less is more in regards to my living space. My room is always in order, but, most importantly to note, everything has a place. So, if it's not in its place, I know that it's missing. I also hate losing things, so I'm hyper aware of where my belongings are.

So I have a cup on my shelf that I store pens and markers. I vetted every pen slash marker before it went in there, and frankly, I don't use them that often. But I still like to know that they're all worthy of use, and that I'm not collecting junk. This is just to note that I'm familiar with what I have in there because I loathe clutter. What I also keep in there is a letter opener

and a great pair of scissors that I kept from an office job, many years ago. Those items I use quite often. At some point last year, the scissors went missing. Even though I do live with my family, I have my own floor and we don't really go into

each other's spaces. We live more like roommates, especially in the sense that we have many of our own common items rather than communal ones, including scissors. I was annoyed and asked everyone for a while if

had seen my scissors or come into my room and took them to which they all denied. Over the next few months, instead of just getting new scissors, I would just get really annoyed every time I needed one and went to grab them, only to be reminded that they were still missing. So, one day I go to remove one of those event bracelets from my wrist that I got from going out the night before. out of habit I go to get the scissors forgetting once again

that they've been missing for months I take the letter opener instead I know risky and tell myself that's it just take the extra little black scissors from work that you've had at your desk for ages I use the letter

opener to remove the bracelet put it back and that's it the next day I of course forget to bring the scissors home from work I work in a shared office space, so most of the supplies are communal, and those scissors hadn't crossed my line of sight that day to remind me to bring them home. When I get home, I have a ton of mail to open, so I go to get my letter opener, and when I tell you that my heart dropped into my stomach when I didn't see the letter opener, but the scissors that had been missing for months. I just stared at them in disbelief. I then asked all of my family members which one of them had randomly returned my scissors

that they had all denied taking all those months ago. After the initial blatant denial to my question, I was practically begging them to tell me they returned them because I needed an explanation. But my parents and brothers said they have no idea what I'm talking about. I begged them to tell me that they were playing a joke on me, knowing they aren't the pranking type, but still needing an explanation. None of them even remembered me asking about these missing scissors months ago in the first place.

And truthfully, they thought I was crazy, and annoying for going on and on about scissors all night. I was pretty freaked out. And my denial and confusion made me decide to take the entire contents of the cup out, even though my letter opener clearly was not there, and couldn't be missed if it was. But, let me tell you, what I then found hidden among the pens was the small black scissors from work that I never actually brought home the day prior. I basically sat on the floor for an hour trying to find a rational and logical explanation for the entire thing to help me sleep at night. It's been months, and I would like to note that my letter opener is still gone, despite searching high and low for it.

And I now have two pairs of scissors at home. I'm curious what others think, because I still really can't conjure a complete explanation that doesn't involve me having memory loss, or my family playing a trick on me, which I also know did not have. Okay, so I know how this sounds and the irony of the situation is not lost on me. I enjoy listening to your videos on YouTube where you read a selection of true glitch in the Matrix stories. I enjoy reading these stories on Reddit, too, but in the evenings, sometimes after working all day, I can't be bothered scrolling through the threads looking for good stories, as my job requires me to stare at a screen all day. and I like to actively avoid doing that in my downtime, so the YouTube videos are perfect for that situation.

So I can listen and enjoy rather than actively read. So, on this evening, I found a video that was a little over an hour long, reading multiple glitch in the Matrix stories. Eagerly, I pressed play, and I settled in with my blanket and my Coke Zero in the ball thrower for the dog. I get about a minute into it, and my mom calls me on Facebook Messenger. I'm a little bit annoyed as the story was just getting good, but I answer anyways. I keep it short. I tell her I'm watching a video, and I'll call her after.

Once we hung up, I had already forgotten the build-up to the stories, so I rewind and start from the beginning. Now, I actively scrolled back to the beginning, so I know for sure that I did. And I'm listening. And the stories are great, and I'm really enjoying them, but it feels like only 10 or 15 minutes or so, and I've reached the end of the video. Wow, I think to myself, time really flies by when you're having fun and just leave it at that.

I call my mom back and we talk for a few minutes, and I'm like, okay, I'm going to say good night now because I kind of just feel like doing nothing for the rest of the night. I'll watch a few more vids and then I'll go to sleep, as I'm on early shift starting tomorrow. Mum says good night. We hang up and I catch a glimpse of the time. It's only 2149?

That seems a bit odd, seeing as I only finished work at around 8.30 p.m. And then went out to put fuel in my car, got home around nine or so, fed the dog, tidied the living room, took the rubbish out. So I checked the time that mom first called me when I had settled in and it showed 2137. Twelve minutes ago. What?

The video I was watching was meant to go on for an hour and two minutes. I watched the whole video. I actually rewound the first minute I had already watched before Mom called because I forgot the buildup. How was it only 12 minutes ago? I figured the video may have skipped some stories or something, maybe some kind of YouTube issue. So I went back and replayed the whole video and I went back and replayed the whole video and and this time it took the full hour and two minutes, because I kept an eye on the time and confirmed that there was nothing new in the video.

I had heard all of the stories only minutes ago, but how on earth did it finish in 12 minutes to begin with? I am completely at a loss to explain this, and thought it was well worth sharing. Thank you for listening to my submission. I have never posted a story before, but I am a recent fan of Glitch in the Matrix stories. And I saw something last week that I feel like I simply cannot explain.

This is the only place that I could imagine telling it. My boyfriend and I just returned from a two-week-long desert vacation that included Bombay Beach, Joshua Tree, and Death Valley, among other places. We live in the South, so this was a big trip for us. leaving the Death Valley area just after breakfast, we were driving through a tiny desolate town. The only types of towns on this trip were either very small or completely empty. As we came to a corner, I saw a woman standing on the sidewalk on the left side of the car.

I say that I saw a woman due to the femininity of the features. But what I actually saw was two long legs in black pants, with a shoulder and an arm directly atop the legs. There may have been ahead, but if there were, it was facing down into the other side, so I could only see what I thought was a small bit of hair. The right arm, the only arm visible, was outstretched and completely parallel to the ground, and a medium-sized black purse was hanging awkwardly from it just above the elbow. Now, I understand that people are built differently, and not everyone will have the same physical makeup.

But with the structure that I was seeing, there would literally be no way to house internal organs of any kind. This was different. Not only was there no torso, but I couldn't guarantee there was even a head. Without taking my eyes off of this sight, I said to my partner and, hope, that he was also seeing what I was seeing. Is that a mannequin? He replied, God, I hope so.

It was at that moment that the feet started to move and the legs propelled the woman forward, walking hawkwritly, not bending the knees at all, purse still swinging from the arm, and it started walking towards the street, towards the car. Fortunately, we needed to make a right turn at that corner,

As we did, I looked in the rear view hoping to see a person simply unfolding and lifting their head to reveal a full structure of sorts, but I didn't. I only saw the same haunting figure, with no torso whatsoever, and only the potential of a head swaying behind it. I watched as long as I could and nothing changed, still robotically walking forward, still just long legs and an arm with a purse. We've talked about this just about every day since it happened, and both of our stories are exactly the same. This happened over a year ago, but it replaced fresh in my mind almost daily, because I'm trying to make sense of what I saw and experienced. My ex-boyfriend, 35, male, and I, 34 female, were strolling through the aisles of a store conversing as normal. We were choosing snacks for stay-at-home date night. As we came to the end of an aisle, I began to get a migraine,

and I felt a pain in my guts to the point of wanting to vomit. My boyfriend at the time began to notice me in discomfort and asked me if everything was okay, and hell no, it was not. I was standing at the end of the aisle with my hand on my head and the other on my back trying to support myself. I felt like I could feel the earth literally spinning, never mind the room. I had to steady myself because the spinning felt so real. It was like that spaceship ride at a carnival, where it just spins and everyone gets stuck to the walls.

I leaned my head back, and when I looked forward and to my right, I saw myself and my boyfriend in perfect mirrored form. I was standing next to myself. I saw me, staring at myself in absolute horror, with my oblivious boyfriend picking up some kind of bag of chips and standing behind me. I raised my hand, and the reflection raised its hand. I stared at myself and turned to my boyfriend in horror and said, Do you not freaking see this? I then looked back to find the reflection gone and went into a full-scale panic attack.

I know what I saw. I'm not crazy. I stood directly next to myself as if I had a perfect clone and saw everything reflected right behind me. Time split. The universe split right in half. I can't make sense of what I saw to this day. I just know that I know nothing is what I thought it was anymore.

Hi, Raven. I would be like, lying if I said that I'm not a huge Matrix fan, having watched all the movies numerous times. Sure, they give you something to think about, but nobody ever expects to truly start questioning if their reality is real. Sure, there are always the odd thing here or there that happens that one chalks up to forgetfulness or tiredness, but this one, I cannot rationally explain. Just a bit of back story, my husband and I moved in with his dad a number of years ago, as he is in his 80s and is unsteady on his feet. If he should fall, he can't get up by himself.

Or if he drops something, he battles to stand back up after bending over to retrieve the item. So, of course, I listen out carefully in case he should fall or drop something. Anyways, around mid-November of last year, my husband and I were sitting in the lounge, which is adjacent to my father-in-law's bedroom, and I can clearly hear the sound of breaking glass coming from his room. So, I go to check and see if he's dropped a glass or a bowl. On walking into his room, he's sitting up on his bed looking pale in the face, so I ask him, What did you drop? Are you hurt? To which he replied,

I didn't drop anything. I was sitting here watching TV when all of a sudden there's this huge crash of breaking glass. Needless to say, I put the main bedroom light on to see where the glass is, and there's all these pieces of clear glass on the floor near the bottom of his bed. I thought, well, maybe he's embarrassed at having dropped a glass. So I went and retrieved the handbroman scoop, but while I was busy sweeping up all this glass, I noticed that this was not glass from a glass, cup, bowl, or anything like that. Firstly, it was thick, and it looked more like safety glass, the type that are used in car windshields.

Secondly, it hadn't shattered like a normal glass would. It wasn't clumps, just like when a windshield is broken. And lastly, it was not curved like a glass or a bowl would be. So, I swept it up and threw it away. All the while, my mind was whirling along trying to figure out what he could have dropped. I mentioned all this to my husband, who by this time, had gone to bed. He thought that I must be mistaken due to the tiredness and low light in the room. In the days following, I decided to check the cupboards to see if there was anything missing,

which there wasn't. A few days later, I found a few extra. pieces of glass under my father-in-law's bed that I must have missed during the nighttime cleanup, and I took them to show my husband. He, too, says it looks like safety glass from a broken windshield. So, where did this glass come from? Another timeline? Another dimension?

Or was it just a strange glitch in the Matrix? Hey, Raven. I've been listening to the podcast and have been following you on Spotify. for about a year now, and I had always been quite curious about the paranormal, otherworldly, and all accompanying subjects.

That being said, I'll try to keep this short. When I was five years old, I had a very, eerie dream. I was in what looked like the inside of a closed-down diner that was pretty similar to a restaurant

by the ski lodge on Mount Hood, which is about an hour and a half drive, from where I live in Oregon. The place looked closed for the winter season, which makes no sense as winter is the prime season for skiing, and the place is normally packed. But there was clearly no one in the place. All the lights were off, and chairs were on the tables,

but there was a silhouette of a slightly portly man, and I could hear an ominous whisper. It was unintelligible, it was like it was being played off, of a record player, being played at half speed, and then 2x speed. But it also sounded like it was being played in reverse. It was as if my vision in this dream was moving to different points, and it kept getting closer to the man. I could see more of him, and by the end of the dream,

I could make out that he was a Caucasian man wearing a red flannel shirt, blue jeans, brown work boots. He had the classic balding man who still holds on, to the little bit that he has on the sides. His hair was brown, and he had a mustache with blue eyes. Forgive me, as this was a long time ago, but I'm not sure if he wanted to harm me. But before I woke up, he had found me,

and my vision had returned to a regular second-person point of view. I know that I was scared when I awoke, and I wanted to tell my mom, who was helping my sister, who's six years older than me, get ready for school. So I walked to the bathroom where they both were, and my

sister was showing my mom a sculpture she had made for art class. And my jaw dropped to the floor. Her art project was a sculpture of a man wearing a red flannel shirt, blue jeans, brown work boots,

brandishing a brown mustache with a balding head and blue eyes. I asked her, as I said, I'm five years old at this How did you make the man from my dream? She said she'd been working on her project since she got home the day before. I had not heard anything about an art project when I saw her the day before. Why would I?

My sister was a brat who would tease me and treat me like a little brother. I couldn't have heard them talking about it, as my bedroom door was closed and I'm notoriously a heavy sleeper to this day. I truly have no explanation. for this. Maybe a year ago. I asked my mom if she remembered the time that my sister had made a figure of a man

with all those previously mentioned attributes. She says that she doesn't remember it. But how can you expect a woman raising two kids who she herself at the time was going through college to remember an art project from ten years ago? I then explained to her that I had just woken up from a dream about a man

who resembled the exact same thing my sister, had made a figure of. I described what the man looked like in how he was dressed, and my mom said that it sounded like I was describing her dad, who passed away in a plane crash in 1995, 12 years before I was born. But I still have no idea of how I dreamed of a man resembling my grandfather, who I had never met, nor had my sister.

Anyways, I just wanted to put this possible glitch out, there for your audience to speculate on. Keep it up, Raven. I love the series. Well, thank you, Dominic. I quite enjoyed this story, and I will keep it up. Promise. Could this be yet another glitch in the matrix? I'm constantly getting my mind blown. I swear it's exciting to see these things happening in my world. However, is a bit unsettling because it's hard to really accept the fact that we may actually be living in a simulation. If we were, then I wish my creators, or players or whomever, would make my game less boring. Anyways, on to the story. So, I go to the laundromat every two weeks, give or take, and as of recently I switched to a newer, more kid-friendly laundromat, since I take my two

youngest children with me. This particular laundromat is right next door to a subway, the sandwiched place, not an actual station. Well, I decided Saturday that once I put my clothes to dry, we would head over to Subway to kill some time and get lunch to take home. I bought three subs. Two of them were six-inch, with plain white Italian bread. However, my oldest daughter only had meat on the six-inch, and my youngest had all the fixings. I also had one with all the fixings, but mine had a different type of bread, and

was a 12-inch. We get back to the house and decide to go to the neighborhood play area that has benches to sit on and enjoy our lunch there. I only bought three sandwiches. I passed them out, and we ate. We didn't finish, so I wrapped them back up and took them home to put in the refrigerator. Later that day, I grabbed the rest of the 12-inch and finished it off. My youngest daughter got hers and warmed it.

up on a plate and ate a little more and then put it back in the refrigerator still on the plate that she had used to warm it up. Fast forward to Sunday. Last night, my older daughter, the one with the sandwich with only meat, went to finish her sub, and this is where the glitch is. She gets the last sub out of the bag and it's a duplicate of my other daughter's sandwich, with all the fixings. Confused, she's asking who ate me.

my sandwich. So, I think, well, maybe the other daughter got hers by mistake. And so she took herds from the plate and unwrapped it, and it was her original one with all the fixings as well. What the hell? I know for a fact that neither subs were mine because, like I said, I finished mine the day before. Plus, it was a different type of bread. I know the older daughter only had meats because we watched them make it at the store, and plus she ate some at the playground. And there's no way that she would have been eating it with all that stuff on it as she hates it.

So what happened to the other sub? And how was there another sub that I never ordered and was never in the bag to begin with? Okay, so 15 years ago, I was in my mid-20s at that point. I was not in the best place in my life. my boyfriend had cheated on me and then left to work in Libya, leaving me to exist alone in the very house that the act had occurred in.

We had been living together at that time, so because of this, I made the decision that it would be best to go live with my parents, as his place just reminded me of it. At some point during this time, my best friend, in an attempt to make me feel better, took me out to a constant. that I had been anticipating. I had seen these guys before and was highly anticipating it. I had a crush on the lead singer, because of the boyfriend's situation,

and I wanted to look hot because I clearly was insecure and wanted to just rage on some ska music. Side note, Warsaw Poland Brothers, check them out. I had a particularly amazing, awesome, white short skirt that I was wearing. And, at the show, I got drunk. strike that, wasted. My parents, although very loving, were very strict about their rules that I was to abide by, while I was living under their roof.

Needless to say, I did not want my friend to take me back to my parents' house after the show because I was literally puking mindlessly in her car on the way back from the show. I didn't want to deal with the repercussions involved with my life choice. should I arrive back at my parents' house in that condition. Therefore, I asked my friend to drop me off at my boyfriend's house to crash and figure it out in the morning. Now, at this point, it is important for me to relay the fact that, at this particular point in time, I had no possessions over at his house. I mean nothing but my drunk back end, and I passed out in the clothes I was wearing,

like walk of shame status. So, the next morning, my friend came to pick me up to take me back to my parents' house, as I had no way of getting home otherwise because she had picked me up from my parents' house the night before. As I mentioned, I had no possessions over there at this point. As a matter of fact, there was basically nothing at all, because my boyfriend had already been gone for months overseas. There was basically just furniture. yet as I went to put my clothes back on from the night before, because that's all I had with me,

the skirt was MIA. It was gone. No, seriously, not like I couldn't find it. Like I said, there was only basic furniture. Therefore, there were no clothes or piles of crap or anything to look through to find it. It was just straight up gone. Now, mind you, my friend and I were blown. away by this because she took me into the house and physically dumped my wasted frame into the bed that

night prior. The next morning, according to my friend, she found me exactly as she had left me. Yet, when I went to get my only clothes that I had to put back on, the skirt was nowhere to be found. I never found it. It freaked us out because there was literally no valid explanation. Matter of fact, for years afterward, my friend and I would bring that particular experience up in conversation, referencing how crazy it was. Now, fast forward, ten years later. I had happened to be living in yet another place completely new to me at the time. Now it would be an appropriate time to tell you that, within that ten-year time period,

I moved from place to place, state to state, here and there. you catch my drift. I had basically been living out of my car during this time and was a full-on vagabond. I had nothing to my name, and to put it lightly, I was fully aware of this because I was working with so little, and what I did possess was minute enough to come into contact every day. I knew exactly what I was working with every day because everything I was aware of carrying around with me was futile.

Anything else did not exist in my world at that time. So, imagine how mind-blown I was to have been doing laundry at this new place one day, only to pull out of the freshly dried basket of clothes? Yep, you guessed it. That skirt. Ten years later, in a completely different location. Since it had been my absolute favorite skirt, I recognized, the unique to itself

bend in the black tag, which made me know that it was my exact one that had disappeared. Now, let me ice this weird cake with one last fact. I never put it in the washer or the dryer. It didn't manifest until the laundry basket, when I was

folding the clothes post drying. I didn't even notice getting it out of the dryer, not until I was folding the clothes minutes later. What in the hell is that about? It's been five years since its return, and I still have it. Where the hell did it go for ten years?

It's so inexplicable that I think about that phenomenon regularly. I mean, how could I not? To start, I'm from Croatia, and English is not my first language. My boyfriend and I, we were cleaning a building together. That day, my boyfriend left a key in the storage room keyhole until we cleaned the whole building. He was sure that he left it there, and he typically doesn't lose things nor forget where he leaves them. He's not like me. When we were done, we went back to get the key, which I also saw in the lock when I was passing by.

But suddenly the key wasn't there. Both he and I were surprised that the key wasn't there, so... we went to look for it in the car. We looked everywhere, the sides, the front, even where we would never leave the key. But it's nowhere to be found. When we were cleaning, the people who normally stay there

because people give them things passed by. So my boyfriend and I immediately assumed that they may have stolen the key. Although we both knew that these people were okay, and that they probably wouldn't have done. that. We just didn't have any other logical explanation. We agreed to look for them right away because they couldn't have gone far. We started looking for them and when we found them, my boyfriend went out to ask them if they had taken the key. And at the moment that he ran outside

and started to question them, I looked down and saw the key in my hand. The key suddenly magically materialized in my hand out of nowhere. If the key were in my hand the whole time, my boyfriend would have been the first to notice. There's no way he wouldn't have noticed that. When I saw

the key, I immediately ran out and told my boyfriend that the key was in my hand. We apologized to the people and had a small talk about it, and when we got back in the car, even my boyfriend who had never heard of such things or seen such a thing,

was in shock. I mean, he's never even watched or seen a single video about the paranormal. I don't know how he lives like that. The most bizarre of all is that shortly before this event, I had been talking to him about such things and things that have happened to me, but he wasn't interested. And now it happens to us, as if something wanted to show him that he had to trust me

and that such things do happen. Hey, Raven, I'm freaked out, and I'm not really sure what to think of this. So, this just happened to me this afternoon. I woke up super late, not feeling well, and was running late to a meeting. Frazzled, I hurried out of the door into the parking lot towards my car. I have to park a little ways down from my unit as there is limited parking. As I was walking to the car, I could see two people at the dumpster across the lot, about 15 yards from my parked car. They were dumpster diving, which is pretty common in my area, and honestly doesn't bug me as long as they put the trash they don't take back in the dumpster.

I hate litter bugs. Anyway, they looked like they had just gotten there, with one in the dumpster handing things to the other who was fluffing out an empty plastic bag. to store their newly found treasures. I watched them out of curiosity as I rounded the front corner of my car to get to the driver's side door. While stepping off the curb, my crocs slipped on some mud, causing me to fall back. I grabbed the side of my car and I was able to get my feet back under me. When I regained my composure, I looked back to the dumpster, half expecting to see at least one of them giggling at me for being so clumsy.

but there was no one there. The dumpster was closed, and there was no one else in the lot. The exit to the lot is about 100 yards from the dumpster, so there's no way the one in the dumpster could have gotten out and closed it without me hearing. It slams loudly, let alone taking off out of sight in the two seconds that I slipped and caught myself. I honestly began to question whether or not I had seen anyone at all. but I distinctly remember seeing them with the one in the open dumpster rummaging

and the other fluffing up the trash bag and if there was no one else I would have seen the mud and avoided slipping as I being clumsy tends to watch my footing especially in places where I know there will be mud so then there had to have been people there that I was distracted with originally did I slip

Hit my head and die in another universe? And got transported to this universe where there weren't dumpster divers? I don't know, but I had to sit in my car for a few minutes to convince myself that I wasn't losing it. So far, the lack of dumpster divers seems to be the only difference. But I'll let you know if that changes. Hi, Raven. I'm a 47-year-old female who listens to your channel daily. if possible.

I had a glitch happened to my family, and I decided today that I wanted to share it with you and your listeners. I currently live with my adult daughter and her three children, my grandchildren. My oldest granddaughter, Jazz, is in fourth grade and had a project due tomorrow, February the 16th. She and my daughter had been working on it throughout the past week. They had put the finishing touches on it today and put it together. FYI, it was a recycle project where they had to use all recyclable items to create anything they wanted. So, Jazz, thoughts to make flowers in a pot.

Everything was made of plastic, cardboard, aluminum, etc. The one thing my daughter bought from the dollar tree was a small oval-shaped aluminum tin for the actual pot. This tin was printed with the words, flowers, and garden. She had a place on our kitchen table while they all got their supplies together that they were going to use. So the whole family had seen this tin, with those words printed in English. They sat in the middle of the living room, putting this all together right in front of me. The other two grandkittos were in the back room playing. Just as Jazz and my daughter, who was, of course, assisting her with the hot glue gun and whatnot, were almost done,

I'm looking at it and I see the tin pot reads, Flours and Jardin. I ask my daughter if the other side of the tin had the English flowers and garden, and she looks down at it, the side facing her and away from me, and looks back up at me with a shocked look on her face. She then picks the whole thing up, mind you, the tin pot was sitting flat on the floor right in front of her, turns it around, looks up at me again and shock and says,

what the hell? I asked her if she had purchased two tins by chance, and she said no, only this one. I thought surely she was mistaken and picked up two by chance, so I went searching the house where the bags had been and on the kitchen table where she had originally put it, but did not find another tin. We even checked the receipt because she had bought a few other miscellaneous items

that we needed for our home, but she was only charged for the one tin. in pot. So, during the time that they were putting together this project in the middle of the living room, right in front of me, this tin's words changed from English to French, and the font was even different. We were all very surprised. It seemed like my daughter and Jazz just blew it off after a little while, but I, on the other hand, was like, oh my goodness, this is our own glitch in the matrix. This is the second one. one I've experienced, but it surely leaves you scratching your head.

Like, what is really going on? This happened to me a couple of weeks ago, and I've been thinking about it non-stop since. My roommate and I went through the Taco Bell drive-thru, as one does. I was driving, and he was the passenger. I ordered a combo meal, a cassidia one, if you're curious, which came with a medium drink. I pulled up to the window to pay,

and handed my card over. While the drive-through worker was processing my payment, I moved a cup from my middle console cup holder to the cup holder that's down on the door to make room for my drink that was coming with my meal. The worker gave me my card back, and then immediately gave me my drink with a straw. I know for certain that I put it in the middle console cup holder

because I bumped my roommate when I was trying to get it to fit. We get our food, and begin the short journey home. When I pulled into my driveway, my roommate stepped out of the car with a bag of food. I reached down to the cup holder to grab my drink, and it was not there. I checked every single cup holder in that car,

and it was nowhere to be seen. I asked my roommate if he grabbed it, and he said that he didn't, and was also confused as to where my drink went. We both remember me getting a drink with my, my meal, and it was just gone. I was weirdly upset, not because I didn't have a drink, but because I felt like I was going crazy, and being gaslit by the universe.

I've misplaced things like that before, but there was absolutely nowhere that it could have gone. It took me a while to calm down, but this has been in the back of my mind for the last two weeks, just eating at me. I can only assume that me from another dimension got a surprise Diet Pepsi that somehow slipped through a rift or something Does anyone here have any thoughts on what might have happened? Hey Raven, I'm not sure if this is a glitch or not,

but it definitely boggled my child brain at the time. When I was roughly 10 years old, I had a bunk bed that faced a big window in my childhood bedroom. I remember every night I could look outside at the stars and occasionally see the moon drifting by. One night, I was propped to my elbows

facing this typical scene and I remember I was thinking of what superpowers I would have if I could have one. At the time, I was very into superheroes and playing pretend with my friends. I distinctly remember having this thought of what power I would like

and looking outside. Mid thought, I blinked. And suddenly, the nighttime stars that I was just looking at was replaced by morning light. Now, most people would say you were a child and you just fell asleep and woke up, but I was still propped up on my elbows in a position that would be extremely painful to be in for a long period of time. The reason I bring up what I was thinking during this was because as soon as I saw that it was morning, I thought, Huh, time travel would be a cool power. When I got out of bed, because apparently it was morning, I went to find my family to get ready for the day in the kitchen.

And no one believed me that I had time traveled, but it was an experience that I remember very clearly. Hi, Raven. I've been listening to your podcast on Spotify for about three months now, on and off, and it's amazing. I remembered I also had a story, to share. After hearing someone else ask the question, what changed in April, I'm assuming they were referring to 2023, as that's the last April that happened as of when I'm writing this,

but I'm not sure. I apparently have an entirely different memory from my family as well, starting with events that happened at a very young age. I remember very vividly when I was about three to five, my dad had gone on a work trip, not to stay at a very specific casino as a hotel. I remember because, even though it wasn't near my dad's work, it was near where we lived, and that was part of the reason he went there. I also remember that we had gone to visit him because he had forgotten something, but I don't remember what it was. So, around March, April of 2023, I brought this to the same.

up to my mom when we drove by the casino. Asking something along the lines of, remember when we went there to bring something to Dad? She replied, No, we didn't go there. Only Dad went, and he didn't forget anything. I just shrugged and went along with it, thinking I might have just dreamed that part,

as it was pretty long ago for me to remember. The weird part was, about a week later, I casually just said, Yeah, you might have been right. Maybe Dad went to Casino's name, and I just dreamed that we went there because it was one of his first work trips. My mom asked what I was talking about,

and I reminded her of our conversation. She told me that we never talked about that, and that Dad had never been to that casino, or any casino in our state, for work or otherwise after I was born. I have other memories that are just wrong, too. I remember watching the news about the Russia-Ukraine war, and the Russian flag being only blue and red,

and the Ukrainian flag being a different shade of blue. I also had friends that my parents claimed that I didn't ever get along with, and people I never hung out with, that my parents claim I invited everywhere with me. So I'm not sure what all this is. A glitch? A time-law? line or universe hop or something.

Anyways, thanks for reading. Hi, Raven. This is the second of my really weird experiences that I've had, and this one happened just this past Friday evening. Our daughter is married and lives not that far from us, but since she has two children under the age of two years old, with the youngest being only three weeks old, we don't get to see her too often, as her hands are far. full. So, we often WhatsApp video call each other, that way we get to see the grandchildren,

and she gets to see that we are doing well. Anyway, Friday evening she gives me a WhatsApp video call, and she's on loudspeaker. Only her voice is not coming from my phone. It's coming through my clock radio. Now, my clock radio is about five years old. It is very basic. It is very basic, as we only use it to check the time while getting ready for work and to listen to the news and traffic reports in the morning before leaving the house. The rest of the time, the radio is off, as in totally switched off, not with the volume turned down, but totally off. I'm trying to make this as clear as possible, as I'm sure there will be people who think the conversation could be heard through the radio because the volume was just turned down, but, but I'm trying to make this as

But no, it was off. Over and above this, my clock radio does not have Bluetooth. It doesn't even have that as an option. As I said, it's a very basic model, so there's no way my phone could have connected to my radio. I was so shocked that I called my husband to the room to come and check. He stood next to the radio on my dressing table and could clearly hear our daughter's voice coming through the radio. Once he had confirmed this, it just stopped and came through the phone speaker, almost as if the programmer suddenly realized the mistake and corrected it.

So, if there's someone out there that can offer a better explanation, I am more than happy to listen, as these glitches seem to be happening more often and have become more noticeable. But thank you again for your time, and please keep up the great work that you did. I love listening to your podcasts as they make the day so much more enjoyable and reaffirm that I'm not going crazy, and that these things don't only happen to me. This happened to me years ago, when I was introduced to someone as Nick, the nephew of some friends. He's a vegetarian, musician, lawyer, and we had a nice chat at the gathering. I went to another person, was told,

that's their nephew Nick there, and it was a totally different person, at least, looks wise. Same details, checked all the box for what I knew about Nick, yet not even close to the same dude. I said hello throughout the course of the evening, and it was clear that he had never met me. Plus, he had a very different personality.

At first Nick was a pudgy, blue-eyed, self-old. F-a-S-S-S-Shy guy. Second was a little arrogant, with dark brown eyes, darker skin, different hair and color-slash-texture. Not the same guy. And there's only one nephew Nick, let alone not to vegetarian lawyers

who are frontmen and lead vocalists in a band. Okay, whatever. Stuff happens. And sometimes, weird stuff happens. But, It happened again yesterday with a different person, a woman this time. My friend's beloved aunt died in like 2017 or so. I attended the memorial, and seated next to me was a woman who introduced herself to me as

Dina Saccone, a good friend of my friend's family, and mom of a fellow classmate of my friend, Kathy, and me. His name was Teddy, and he'd been my first little crush in first grade. There were only a few minutes until the memorial started, but we chatted a bit, and I introduced myself, asked about Teddy, told her to tell him hello for me,

etc. I remember thinking how young she looked, barely older than Kathy or me, and of all the things, she was wearing a mini skirt at the memorial. Oh well, not a super formal family, and she looked good.

Flash forward to yesterday, another memorial, this one for Kathy's mom, Dina Saccone was one of her best friends, and Kathy mentioned that Dina would of course be there. I made a mental note to say hello, since we'd had a little conversation at the Aunt's Memorial. I was standing looking at the beautiful and elaborate slideshow that Kathy had put together for the service.

A very outgoing lady about the age of my mom stood next to me and was commenting on the old-timey pictures. She was a hoot. I introduced myself, and she said, hi, I'm Dina, Dina Saccone. But, people, this was not the same lady. This lady, A, looked nothing like the first Dina, and B, even if she'd bore any resemblance whatsoever, there is no way anyone could just normally age that much in five or six years.

This was a different lady. One comment that she made that was interesting was that Kathy's Uncle Greg was very conservative, so she used to shock him by showing up in her miniskirt. What the hell? The first Dina wore one, the second Dina happens to mention one. I don't know, y'all.

My high school geometry teacher would go off on these tangents about the implication of higher math, verging into philosophy. And if he got too far up in the clouds, he would just shake his head and say, I'd rather drink a beer. Hello, Raven. I just wanted to tell you my story about a time glitch. Well, that's what I think it was anyways.

This happened approximately 30 years ago. I grew up in a city that is famous for its mission turned famous hotel. My friends, my sister, and I used to sneak in to the hotel and explore. On one such exploration, three of my friends, my sister, and I decided that we would try opening doors and see if we could peek into some rooms. We started on the third floor. The hotel has three floors and rooftop suites, with no luck. We then proceeded to go down to the second floor where we were successful in opening some doors just to find conference rooms. One of the open doors led us to a small L-shaped exhibit. It contained like five statues of saints and three old Bibles behind glass.

We spent some time putting our noses against the glass trying to read the Bible passages and the plaques under the statues. After like 20 minutes, we left and didn't really think anything of it. The next week, our other friends wanted to explore the hotel. so we snuck in again. While there, one of my friends that was with us the previous week said that we should take our friends to the exhibit room. We went to the second floor and started opening doors to the conference rooms.

We got to the door where the exhibit was, and it was locked. A maintenance man happened to be walking by, so we asked him when the exhibit would be open again. He looked confused and told us that there weren't any exhibit rooms in the hostess. hotel, only in the museum. The hotel also has a museum on the first floor. We then proceeded to tell him that the previous week we had been there, and he asked us to show him where.

We took him to the locked door. He said that the locked door was to an electrical room, and he opened it and showed us. Sure enough, it was an electrical room. We were confused and explained to him what we saw the previous week. He was concerned and took us down to speak to the manager. The manager assured us that there was no such exhibit room within the hotel. Then he took us down to the museum and asked the curator about it. She confirmed that there wasn't any such room and even showed us the floor plans to the hotel.

When we pointed to where the supposed exhibit room was, the plan said electrical. My friends and I were so perplexed. I know for a fact that we were in that room. Five people cannot all be wrong. We all still even talk about that room. Could we have ended up in a parallel universe? To start, bizarre things happen to me on a somewhat regular basis. When something happens and I'm by myself,

I usually just wave it off and assume that my memory or perception is faulty. This was witnessed by another person, though. Recently, I was getting rid of some old items in my house as a sort of spring cleaning ritual. One of the things I decided to donate was an old tablet my wife bought for me back in 2015. It was incredibly slow, and I couldn't reasonably use it anymore. So, it went to my local computer store, along with a couple other electronics to be recycled for parts. My wife went with me. We both saw the technician go through the small stack of electronics on the counter, and the tablet was there.

That was the end of it, until I found an identical tablet in a box on my closet shelf. We weren't wealthy people, and wouldn't have just bought two tablets. But I asked my wife anyway if she bought another one. She, of course, said no and couldn't explain where the second tablet had come from. I was confused and then turned it on. The screen had the same background as my old tablet, and this one was also clunky and slow. I pulled the stylus out of its slot to check out the tablet a little more,

and it had the same broken bit at the end of the stylus. It was my old tablet. It had to be. That is, unless my wife or I casually shelled out a couple hundred extra dollars for a second tablet, of the same model, set up the background screen, broke the stylus in the same place as the other tablet, and then just stored it in a box without using it for almost 10 years. But that really doesn't make sense.

I can't insist hard enough that we never bought two tablets, but the one that's currently in my home can't possibly be here. We donated it. My wife and I both saw it on the counter at the computer. computer store when we left. We weren't drunk, sleep-deprived, or anything. We both have the same memory.

I just don't know how to explain this. We've moved twice in the past decade. No doubt I would have seen if we had two tablets while packing and unpacking everything I own multiple times. The box I found the tablet in contained my stuff, and the previous owners of the house didn't leave anything behind when they left the property. So, I just have no idea how this happened.