Glitch In The Matrix Stories Ep. 083 - 12 True Glitch Stories
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If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to astheravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment, please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. I'm not sure how to characterize this story since I have no clue if it was a glitch or not, or something paranormal.

But you guys can judge it instead, and thanks in advance. And my apologies for the story being a bit long. Some background details first. A few months ago, I went to drop off my husband at the bus stop because he woke up late to go to work. So we both get ready in a rush, and when we're about to head out, he decided to bring the dog. Mind you, this is past 5am or so.

Our dog is a chocolate lab mix, he's a big boy and his name is Rio. I wasn't okay with the idea because it was a short trip, and I was moody because he disturbed my sleep. On top of that, my husband decided to bring him in the car without a leash or collar. We always have small arguments regarding the collar situation, because sometimes there are squirrels around and our dogs tend to chase them.

Anyway, we headed out with the dog to the bus stop. I let it be because I wasn't in the mood to argue. I just wanted to get back to bed. And as soon as I leave my husband at the bus stop, I make my way back home. When I get home, I try to take my dog out of the car, obviously without any sort of leash, trying my luck to convince him to go inside without issues. He usually does it without problems.

Plus, it was still dark, and I was certain that no squirrels were around at that time anyway. When my dog gets off the car, he spotted a skunk and runs after it. I start yelling his name to come back, and it only took a couple of seconds to return because the skunk was fast enough and did his part unspraying his face with that nasty, smelly, oily fluid.

My dog came back with one eye open, the other one closed, and with excessive saliva all over his mouth. When I see this, I rushed him inside so I could bathe him and take that stinky smell off his face. With no luck, of course. And, on the other hand, my husband doesn't stop calling my cell phone, but I'm unable to answer because I'm busy rushing lots of water on my dog's face. I was literally in the shower with him.

When I finally finished bathing him, he calls again and I finally answer, and he's saying that he's on his way back home because he saw me coming inside the house without the dog. So he assumed that our dog got lost. He saw everything happen through the Ring app. My husband tells me at first that he thought I may have just come back inside to grab my phone because I left it behind or something, or to get the leash for Rio. But he never saw me coming back out.

so he assumed the worst. I told him after, what are you talking about? Rio came back inside with me, I just finished bathing him, and that that was the reason that I wasn't answering the phone. My husband then tells me that it's not possible, because the Ring app camera there's no sign of my dog coming inside, or near the house with me. My husband has the tendency to always check the Ring app, to make sure we made it home okay by the way.

Anyway, Daniel, my husband, kept arguing that it seemed not possible, that the camera does not show it at any angle. Note, my husband is not a believer of the paranormal or anything tied to it. He brushes off everything that is not explainable, or tends to not question things like this. Anyway, I then explained to him that when Rio was making his way back inside the house, with me he was running a bit right next to me, and sort of ahead.

Then I told him to go to work because we were okay. So he did. Afterwards, I started to think what my husband meant by not seeing him on the Ring app. So, I went to the camera recording history in the app and... Yup. Ryo is seen running out but never coming back. I came out calling his name and jogging back inside on my own as if I was by myself. I know what you're probably thinking. Maybe a camera glitch. And that it was dark.

but everything is pretty clear in the camera, and Ryo was not able to rush or run fast either because he couldn't see clearly due to the skunk spraying his face. I swear my dog was next to me jogging back inside the house, but Ring does not show it. How? I thought that maybe I imagined it all, but how? I never went back outside. Ryo was next slash ahead of me,

and I can see him at the very moment I did see him. I swear it. I also have the video and will be sharing it as well. Also, after getting inside the house, you can hear me arguing with Rio a bit in the video. I know, he's a dog, but I was just nervous. I've shown the video to my friends and some family members, and they think the camera was just being glitchy. But why do I see myself then? What do you guys think?

Any feedback is appreciated. Hey Raven, I submitted a couple of stories to your website recently and I decided to join your Reddit so I could share some more of my stories. Thanks for giving a voice to those of us with abnormal experiences that most people wouldn't believe. When I was a child, my parents had taken me on a trip to Hannibal, Missouri to learn about Mark Twain, tour the caverns, and whatever else there is to do there.

I was about seven to nine years old at the time. We were living in western Illinois, about an hour from the Iowa and Missouri borders, a tri-state area. My mother made so many plans, and she really wanted to go to this specific candle shop where they hand-dipped the candles. And she also wanted to go to a store that sold homemade saltwater taffy. I wasn't too excited because, to be completely honest, I wasn't that interested in Mark Twain.

Due to the area that we lived in, our teachers used Mark Twain literature in our classes more than once a semester. We were going to stay out a little longer to visit a store my mom wanted to go to, but suddenly we were hit by a really hard rainstorm. My parents drove me back to our hotel, which I recall looked like an old mansion more than a hotel. My parents told me that later on we were going to go swimming in the indoor pool when the rain stopped.

I turned on the television and watched cartoons until eventually I fell asleep. I was suddenly woken up by my mother telling me that we were going to go swimming. I walked down to the pool with my parents. It was about 10:30 PM and it was still storming. I was confused about why my parents were still up at this hour. Normally they were asleep by 10:00 PM at the latest.

At home, I wasn't allowed to shower when it was storming because my mother was worried that I would get shocked if our house got hit by lightning. And I was in the shower. I don't know if there's any truth to that. Anybody else's parents tell them this? I remember swimming in the pool with my mother. Normally, she didn't even bother getting in the pool with me. The room the pool was in was huge and ornate, as if I were in a mansion. We were the only ones there.

I kept seeing giant bolts of lightning illuminating the night sky, and the strong wind blowing the bushes and trees outside. The window was huge. I suddenly got extremely tired, and I went to the edge of the pool and got out, going to a poolside chair and falling asleep. I woke up in the hotel room again. I was changed back into my pajamas, and my swimming suit was dry. It was about midnight at this point. I went over to my mother and woke her up.

I asked her, "How did you guys get me back to the room and out of my swimsuit?" She looked at me sternly and demanded that I stop lying, and that we didn't go swimming and that she has no idea what I'm talking about. She figured it was a dream and I believed her at the time. I now know that what I experienced was not a dream. It was too vivid. I experienced a different timeline.

My mother was a highly religious woman and often told me that I was going to go to hell for lying and stuff. I wasn't lying, but to her I was, because she wasn't the version of the mother I was with in the pool. She passed away in August 2011 from breast cancer, shortly after my 18th birthday and high school graduation.

This past July, my husband and I traveled three hours to eastern Washington one Saturday to visit some friends for the night who had recently built a beautiful luxury home on the Columbia River. There were ten of us total, including my husband and I, the owners of the home, their daughter and son-in-law, their daughter's friend, and her husband, and then two other friends slash co-workers.

I had gone shopping at Target a few days prior for food and drinks to bring with us. I kept the drinks on the counter for a day or two, and then put them in the fridge the night before. On the day we left, my husband, who I'll call Chris, packed up the cooler and was busy loading stuff into the car while I checked the fridge one last time to make sure that we got everything. I saw that he had already packed up all of our flavored water and hard cider.

but left a bottle of wine that I had put in the fridge the night before. I grabbed it on my way out the door along with my water bottle and another bottle of flavored water for the drive. And since our cooler was already packed up tight in the back of the SUV, I just threw the wine bottle into a canvas bag and set it in the back seat.

When we arrived around 4pm that day, we initially left all of our things in the car so we could take a tour of the house, and Chris said he would unpack the car later. We mingled, ate dinner, and sat by the pool admiring the beautiful scenic view of the river. At some point, Chris unloaded the back of the SUV which had our cooler and overnight bags.

He didn't even know I had put the wine bottle in the back seat at the last second, so I made a mental note to get it later. One of the guests, I'll call her Beth, offered some mixed drinks that she had made, so I had two of those after dinner, but made sure to hydrate with water in between because it was a hot July day in the desert.

Once it got dark outside, six of us decided to take a golf cart ride around the neighborhood for about 15 minutes. When we drove back up to the house, I remembered the wine bottle in the backseat of our car, which still needed to be chilled. So I hopped off the golf cart, walked over to our car, which was unlocked, grabbed the bottle out of the canvas bag, closed the door, walked past everyone in the driveway, and went inside.

I set the wine on the kitchen counter and opened the fridge, which was a French door-style fridge. There was really nowhere for it to fit on the shelves, since the bottle was too tall, so it had to go inside one of the doors. I moved a few things around on the left side door and put the bottle of wine right next to a small glass mason jar of something homemade. Then I went outside and sat in the hot tub for several hours.

Around midnight we got out, I took a shower, came back outside and sat around the fire with a few others talking until around 2am. Finally, everyone that was still awake went to bed. The next morning we had breakfast and were packing up our things to leave. I realized I never did open the bottle of wine the night before, and since the hosts don't drink wine, I figured I might as well bring it back home with me.

So I opened the fridge, and not only was the wine bottle missing, there was no empty spot where it had been either. The fridge was full of other stuff, just no wine. Not a single bottle in sight. I asked Chris if he already packed it up, and he replied that he didn't even know I had brought it with me in the first place, and suggested that maybe someone else had drank it. Since our group was small, and only a handful of us were drinking at all,

I thought that would be really weird if someone opened the bottle of wine without asking whose it was. I even checked the garbage can for any sign of an empty bottle, but there was nothing. No empty wine glasses anywhere either. Although it didn't add up in my mind, I decided that Chris must be right. Someone else must have drank it, so I let it go.

We drove the three hours back home that day, and when we pulled up to our house, Chris told me to leave everything in the car and that he would unpack it later. So I just grabbed my water bottle and purse and went inside our house. This is where things get weird. When I opened the fridge to put my water bottle back inside, there it was. The bottle of Chateau Saint-Michel-Rosé that had gone missing at our friend's house.

I was the first one inside of our house, and nobody else lived with us. Except our cat. So I truly had no explanation for how the bottle of wine just magically reappeared back in our fridge, when it had gone missing from our friend's fridge earlier that day. Hours away from us. I even went back in my order history from Target to see if I had actually bought two bottles instead of one. But there was only one listed in the order history.

and I only remembered having purchased one bottle and bringing that one bottle with us on the trip and putting it in their fridge. The shopping trip had only been maybe three days prior, so I still had a pretty clear memory of everything I bought. I even remembered contemplating buying two, but decided I only needed one. We didn't have any other bottles of that specific brand, and that was the only bottle of rosé that we had in the house. So did it teleport?

It truly made no sense. This whole thing continued to bother me for the rest of the weekend, so I reached out to the owners of the house the next night and asked if they had any security cameras that would show me walking into the house with a bottle of wine around the time of the golf cart ride. They checked the camera and said that it did not show me going into the house with a bottle of wine at all.

The thing is, if the camera had shown me bringing in the wine, then it would have deepened the mystery even more, because then there would have been proof of it having been there. But I know for a fact that I did go to the car, open it, take the bottle out of the bag, walk into the house, set it on the counter, open the fridge, move some things around, and then put it inside the fridge on the left-hand side.

This is all a very clear memory for me. When I thought back on it, however, I remember not saying anything to anyone about it at any point. I was going to ask Chris aloud if the car was open, but instead I just walked over to see if it was unlocked, which it was. When I walked past everyone in the driveway holding the wine, I almost said something, but I didn't.

When I sat it down on the kitchen counter, I almost said something to Beth as she was standing right there, but for whatever reason, I didn't. I just stayed silent the whole time. I almost felt like if I had spoke words aloud to anyone, then it would break the spell that I seemed to be in. It's hard to explain, but it didn't feel weird or off in any way at the time, only in retrospect.

and the only part about it was a subtle feeling that saying anything aloud would have changed things, meaning the teleportation wouldn't have happened if anyone else could have confirmed the wine bottle's presence after the fact. So, for all intents and purposes, nobody that night knew that A. I had a bottle of wine with me, not even my husband, or B. that I was planning to drink it that night.

Nothing was said aloud about wine at any point from me or anybody else, and no one else was drinking wine at all. So thinking about it from that perspective, I wonder if I was actually astral traveling during that portion of the night, and only thought I had performed all of those actions, but actually did them in the astral realm instead, and it felt like it was happening in our physical realm.

Or did the wine bottle actually teleport from their house to ours at some point in less than 24 hours? Or did I jump timelines somehow? Whatever actually happened, it feels like some sort of glitch in the matrix. The homeowners asked everyone that was there at their house if they had any wine that night, and nobody had. I wasn't drunk, either, as I'd only had a few drinks over the course of the entire night and drank plenty of water in between.

But I'm certain that if I had decided at any point to go get myself a glass of wine, it would have been there. My memory is very clear. There's just no actual evidence of the wine having ever been at our friend's house. I really have no logical explanation for what happened. But what do you all think? Hey Raven, here's a story.

It's kind of sad, but it goes in your glitch vortex kind of style of stories. It happened a few years back. I'm still getting over it, but I thought that it's something you could read on your podcast. Some things, no matter how often they happen, always make me smile. Like pancakes. No matter what, the first one never works out. With Nate, it became this silly tradition.

Every time we made pancakes, he'd snap a Polaroid photo of the terrible first one, and we would laugh at how demented it looked as the picture developed in front of us. We even had an album of them. It was one of those little things that made me love him even more. His ability to laugh with me, to find joy in imperfections. That morning, everything felt perfect.

The sun filtered through the kitchen window, and Nate stood there, tall and grinning, dimples showing as he teased me about our latest pancake disaster. I loved everything about him. His warmth, his humor, his ability to make me feel like the luckiest person in the world. After breakfast, we added the latest Polaroid to our little album, and then headed to pick up our new puppy.

The day was bright, one of those days where you would feel like the world is smiling on you. But then something strange happened. We were driving when this wave of nausea hit. Out of nowhere, it was overwhelming, like the air itself had turned against us. I had to pull over, my stomach was churning and my head spinning. Nate looked just as sick, but beyond that he looked confused, like something wasn't right at all.

Maybe we had driven through some kind of cast leak or something. I asked him if he was okay and he nodded, but then he said something that made my heart stop. He thought that we were on our way to my parents' house for lunch. I stared at him, telling him no, we were picking up our new puppy, but he seemed so sure and so convinced that we had other plans.

At first I thought it was just a weird miscommunication, but as the day went on, little things started to pile up. Things that I couldn't ignore. Nate ordered a latte at the cafe instead of his usual black coffee. He talked about memories that didn't exist. Like weekends we would supposedly spend at places that I'd never been. When I asked him about it, he gave me this look like I was the one who was forgetting something, but I knew I wasn't.

I tried to brush it off. People change, right? Maybe he just felt like trying something new. But deep down, I knew that it was more than that. He wasn't just changing. He wasn't my Nate anymore. I didn't want to believe it at first. I kept telling myself that it was all in my head. But every time he did something different, like the way he suddenly folded his clothes differently or used phrases I've never heard him say before...

It felt like another crack in our world. Like a thread unraveling slowly. I started noticing things about him that used to be so familiar but now felt foreign. The way he smiled, it wasn't the same. His laugh didn't have that infectious warmth anymore. It was like looking at someone I knew but didn't know at all. And then there was his smell. It wasn't a cologne thing. It was his natural scent.

The kind that every person has. The scent that's uniquely theirs. His was gone. Replaced by something unfamiliar. I could never seem to get used to it. It was just one more reminder that the Nate I loved wasn't there anymore. Eventually, I told him, "I think we must have gone through some kind of vortex. You switched dimensions or realities. Normally, Nate would laugh at something like that."

He wasn't the kind of person to believe in anything paranormal, but this time he didn't laugh. He looked at me, nodded and said, "Maybe you're right." That's when it hit me. He wanted to believe it. He wanted to believe we could reverse it, that we could get him back to his reality, or back to his Sarah. We tried to make it work. We really tried. I kept telling myself that maybe we just needed time.

that whatever weird shift had happened between us would eventually settle down. We even went back to the spot where the nausea hit, driving through over and over hoping that somehow it would reverse whatever had gone wrong, but it never worked. We were stuck, and with each attempt, it felt like my Nate was slipping further away from me. There were things that he missed about the other me, the way she used to sing in the shower, something I never did.

or how she loved hiking, a hobby that I never shared. He'd mention these things, not realizing that those memories weren't mine. And as much as I tried to convince myself that he would be happier with her, I knew deep down that he wouldn't. She wasn't me. He wasn't a hiker. At most, he might... glamp if you paid him enough. I remember one night lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and crying because I realized he was gone. Really gone.

The Nate that I knew, the one who would laugh with me over messed up pancakes and talk about our future, was stuck in some other version of our reality. And no matter how hard we tried, we could not get back there. We couldn't fix it. Eventually, we both knew that it was over. We were trying so hard to hold on to something that wasn't real anymore. The truth was, we weren't each other's people anymore. Not in this reality.

And that was the hardest part. We broke up, quietly. No anger, no big argument, just an understanding that we had lost each other somewhere between dimensions. And I cried knowing that somewhere, in that other version of reality, there's a me and him still together. But I also know that he probably wasn't any happier there. She wasn't me and I wasn't her. And neither of us would be the people we needed in that moment.

I hope that he finds someone else, though. Someone who can make him as happy as we once were. Maybe not that other me, but someone. He deserves that. But in this reality, all I have are the memories and photos of a better life. I sometimes look at our silly pancakes and smile, and send Nate my love with a kind of prayer, out to the universe, or wherever he is.

Hey Raven, I recently found your podcast on Spotify and instantly became hooked. Thank you. The story that I have for you is one that still stays on my mind and confuses the daylights out of me. It's just flat out weird to me. Earlier this year, I had reconnected with an old friend of mine who, for the story, I will call Leia. We went to the same school, but Leia was a few years younger.

I hung out more with her older sister at the time, but just within the last year we've become super close. We enjoy going to a local coffee shop and actually started attending church together. So a few weeks of us attending church, the pastor had been called to a new church, leaving ours without a pastor and fill-ins had been preaching to us. The fill-in priests had already retired and were just helping out.

That being said, Leia and I had an extremely difficult time making it through Sunday service. Mind you, Leia and I have terribly rough ADHD, and a lot of these priests preached more so a CNN service. After three to four weeks of attending Sunday services without our pastor, we decided we would go to our local coffee shop and grab coffee and hang out, instead of attending church.

We did this for about three weeks, going to the coffee shop every Sunday. It was an expensive hobby that we had. On the fourth week or so, Leia messaged me that she's on her way to pick me up, and within 15 minutes, she's at my house. Everything is normal. We arrive at the coffee shop in 10 minutes, to find that it's closed. The hour sign says all the normal hours they have, except now it says closed on Sundays."

"'We've come here the last three weeks, "'and the hour sign has always been Tuesday through Friday, 8 a.m. to 5, "'Saturday and Sunday, 9 a.m. to 3, and closed on Mondays. "'Disappointed, we go back to the car, "'thinking maybe they decided to be closed on Sundays as well as Mondays, "'and so the following Wednesday— "'I sometimes get Wednesdays off during the week, and my job is closed on Sundays— "'we go to the coffee shop to grab a sweet treat.'

I would like to add, the manager of this coffee shop was a best friend of mine, and an acquaintance to Leia during our school time together. We live in a very small area with a very small school, and everyone literally knows everyone. I'll call the coffee shop manager Sarah for the story.

When we get to the coffee shop on Wednesday, Leia and I brought up how the shop is closed on Sundays now, and we were so bummed on Sunday morning to see they've closed on Sundays. Sarah then says, ''We've never been open on Sundays. Ever.'' And she looks as confused as we were. I know for certain that Leia and I went to the coffee shop on Sundays, as quite a few people from church had mentioned us not attending anymore.''

This was definitely enough to prove to me that glitches in this world are, in fact, a real thing, and Leah and I had experienced one together. Thank you so much for creating this awesome podcast. Well met, Raven. I would like to share two uncanny experiences that left me questioning reality, both of which seem to fit the theme of Glitch in the Matrix. First experience...

A couple of months ago, I was at home on a clear sunny day, feeling bored. I wandered into the room where my cats were napping and began petting one of them. Suddenly, I noticed an odd shift in the shadows around me. It felt like time skipped forward, as if everything had gone dark for a moment longer than a blink. The shadows shifted abruptly, remaining perfectly still for several seconds.

I felt an overwhelming sense that I had witnessed something I wasn't supposed to see. I rubbed my eyes, ensuring that I was seeing clearly, and looked outside to find the leaves on the trees unmoving. I even checked for clouds or planes, but the sky was clear. I can't shake the feeling that I may have lost time during that moment.

Second experience: Just yesterday, my wife and I were running errands. While she rummaged through her purse for her wallet, she discovered that the keychain I had given her was missing one of the photos. This keychain is made of solid clear plastic with a tightly sealed back. The only way to remove the picture is with a narrow screwdriver. Yet, one of the two photos of her cat were inexplicably gone. The back panel was still securely in place.

We both stared in disbelief, unable to explain how this could have happened. Both experiences left me feeling disoriented and curious about the nature of reality. I also hope that they resonate with you and your listeners. I gave my white hoodie to my cleaner to wash on Tuesday, February 16th, and I forgot about it.

On Thursday, February 18th, I wore it to the gym in the morning. I trained from 6.15 to 7.15 AM. Then, when I walked out, it wasn't in my bag. I thought I lost it. As soon as I got home, I had realized it was not in my bag, and I ring the gym right away, wasting no time.

I got the instructor to check lost and found property to see if anyone has handed it in, and in the locker room lockers and the bench. I also got the manager to check the security cameras to see if anyone had stolen it. No such luck. Nothing in the locker room, lockers, or bench. She sent the picture with me walking in wearing the white hoodie that morning. She thinks that it's grey, but it appears to be white unless there's color distortion.

I sent her a past pic of me wearing that same hoodie, so she knows what exactly to look out for. However, nobody had walked out with it. It's like my hoodie vanished into thin air. It was impossible for it to be stolen on my return journey either, with only two other people on the bus that early in the morning, and I had my bag with me the whole time.

Then on Sunday, the 21st of February, my cleaner had returned that very same hoodie back to me. Cleaned. The one that I thought I wore to the gym on Thursday, February 18th and lost. When I saw it, I stared at it for several long moments in shocked silence. I was totally flabbergasted. I had checked and double-checked all of my drawers to see if I had worn the wrong hoodie. I have no similar hoodies that are the same.

My memory isn't that bad, and I most definitely was not absent-minded. Although it was early in the morning, I was wide awake after a hard workout anyway. So, what was it that I wore to the gym? That night, when I had Russian class, my Russian teacher said that this incident reminded her of a novel she read. Could be Mandela effect related. Was it a mind manifestation of an object because I needed it?

After all, it was a cold morning. Only six degrees. I started my new job not too long ago, working for a non-profit organization that's deeply personal to me. It's a place focused on giving back to the community, and being in the new role, I wanted to make the best impression on my team and supervisor.

I'd been spending a lot of time getting the hang of things, learning the ropes and making sure I didn't miss any details. This glitch happened about a week ago. I'd been deep in focus mode one morning, hammering away at my first monthly report. I wanted to make sure that it was perfect. Every sentence was scrutinized, every statistic double-checked, all in an effort to impress my boss.

Since I was making great progress, I decided I would take a late lunch just to get the report wrapped up before breaking my stride. I have two phones, one for work and one for personal use. I'd been so engrossed in work that I hadn't checked my personal phone for a while. It's always on silent while I'm at the office to avoid the constant barrage of app notification and calls that might annoy my coworkers.

But when I did finally glance at it, I noticed a missed call. It was from a number that I didn't recognize, though it had the same area code and first three digits as mine. Strange, but not unheard of. I got the call around 12:50 PM, but I didn't answer it. Sometimes I get spam calls or people dial the wrong number. Since there wasn't any voicemail, I assumed it wasn't anything important and went back to work.

A little while later, I checked my phone again. There was a text message from that same number. Who's this? The message gave me pause. I've had this number for 12 years, so... I wasn't about to start giving out personal details to a stranger. Instead, I responded with, Who is this? Seconds passed, and my phone buzzed again. You called me, the message read. I frowned, my fingers hovering over the screen. What?

I hadn't made any calls that day, especially not to this number. I double-checked my call log and nothing. No outgoing calls at all. The only thing listed was their call to me at 12.50pm. I hadn't made any pocket dials either. Feeling increasingly uneasy, I texted back, When? Their response came quick. 12.30. I checked the time and it was just past 1pm.

I was sure that I hadn't even moved from my chair since I'd started working on my report. I hadn't made any calls, let alone to this stranger. I replied, That wasn't me. I only received a call from you. My phone buzzed again. This time they had sent a screenshot of their call log and there it was. My phone number. Not once, but twice. I had allegedly called this person at exactly 1230 according to their logs.

A cold shiver ran down my spine. I stared at the screen, trying to make sense of it. How could my number have called someone when I never touched my phone? Was someone spoofing my number? Or was this something stranger? I quickly replied, "That's bizarre. I didn't make any calls. It could be a scam using my number. You should block it." I set the phone down, but my mind was racing.

A scam seemed like the logical explanation. People can spoof numbers. It's not uncommon. But why would it feel so... wrong? Could someone have really been calling using my number? Could it have been some glitch with my phone, or something deeper? Some nagging thought whispered at the back of my mind. Something I didn't want to admit. Was this a scam, or was it a glitch in the matrix? A tear in the fabric of reality.

I've read stories about people experiencing strange overlaps in time. Cases where people swear they saw themselves in places they shouldn't be, or received messages they never sent. Was that what was happening here? I glanced at my phone again, half expecting another message. What if there was someone else? Some other version of me out there? The rest of the day passed uneventfully, but the incident haunted me.

I kept checking my phone, half hoping for an explanation that would make sense. Was this just a trick of modern technology, or had I somehow crossed paths with another reality? That night, as I lay in bed, I stared at my phone. Should I get a new number? Was my current one compromised, somehow? The thought of changing it felt like giving in to whatever strangeness had happened, but maybe it was safer that way.

I rolled over and tried to fall asleep, but sleep wouldn't come. My thoughts kept drifting back to that moment. I wondered. Was it a coincidence or something more? Would I ever have the truth? Or had I simply caught a glimpse of something beyond my understanding? Some sliver of the unknown that exists just behind the fabric of our everyday lives? I don't know. Maybe I'll never know.

But I haven't been able to shake the feeling that somewhere, in some other reality, another version of me is asking the same question. Hi Raven. I found your podcast through my best friend, who listens to it at night. I got curious and have been enjoying listening to it recently. This weird sort of glitch happened to me and I thought that I would share it here. The story happened around late Christmas in 2023.

At the time, I was an older teenager and had started working at a trampoline park in one of the southern states of the US. They were in desperate need of managerial work there, so I was promoted within the first two months. This was a weird experience for me as a teen, because I never really had to be in charge of people, but I quickly found that certain employees were easier to work with than others. The best of these was a guy that I'll call Jack.

Jack was the most reliable employee at the park, but he was content to work as a regular attendant rather than a manager or shift lead. He tended to teach me things about my own job simply because he had worked there longer than I had. The first time something strange happened was when I saw Jack upon coming into work near the end of December. I greeted him like I normally did, and he asked me if I remembered seeing him the other day while driving.

I hadn't, and I told him so. "That's weird," he told me. "I saw you in your car, and you looked at me and waved." Confused, I asked him what car I was in, hoping to determine if he had just seen a lookalike. It was a little red car, like a sedan. "I don't know what make it was," he replied. I immediately knew that it hadn't been me. I drove my parents' old minivan, a Honda Odyssey, that was bright tan.

A color that couldn't be misconstrued as red if you saw it at night with sunglasses on. I told him that it must have been someone else because I didn't drive a red car. "That's wild," he said, looking out at the park with unfocused eyes. "It was like you recognized me. You smiled at me and everything." The way he still called the person "you" made it seem like he didn't believe that it hadn't been me, despite my assurance.

Jack commented on seeing me a few more times during that day, mentioning that I had my long hair pulled back in a man bun, and that even looking at my face made him think of the person in that car. My hair wasn't long enough to wear up in a bun back at that time, as I was still growing it out. I brushed off the occurrences at the time, telling myself that of course it had just been someone else who looked uncannily similar.

I had a doppelganger in the non-supernatural creature sort of way. Since then, I moved out of my parents' home to a place about six hours away, and I bought my own car. Well, it's a small red sedan, and I tend to wear my hair in a bun whenever I go out to keep it from getting in my face. It just crossed my mind recently that I suddenly fit the description of the person that Jack had described.

I plan to visit my parents for Christmas this year, and if I look out and see Jack outside my window, I think I'll be convinced that some sort of weird time glitch must have happened. The fact that he described the version of me a year into the future still weirds me out. Hi Raven. I sent you a glitch in the Matrix story last month, and you put it on your playlist last week, so...

I now want to tell you about my other two glitches. I'll keep them short. So after the glitch that had happened to me that I've already sent you had happened, I was really shook up and couldn't stop thinking about it. So, one day a few months later, I just started talking out loud to the universe. I said, Hey universe, remember when you sent me to another reality for a whole day and then brought me back that same night?

"'Well, that was really cool, and I'd appreciate it if you could do something else so I would know that you're listening to me, and that you're always with me, okay? And thank you in advance.' That's what I said. And then I just went about my day. Well, the day before I said this, I had gotten a letter in the mail from my brother, who was in prison at the time, and I read what he had to say.'

On the backside of the letter, he drew a diagram of a garden that he made specifically for the officers of the prison. He showed me the rows and what were planted in them. Okay, so that was the day before I spoke to the universe. Well, later on that day, the day that I talked to the universe, I went to the mailbox and brought the mail in. I had gotten another letter from my brother. Hmm, that was strange.

So as I started reading it, I realized that it was saying the exact same thing as the letter I had gotten the day before. So I turned the page over and there was a diagram of the garden. What? I went to the drawer that I kept all of my brother's letters in, and the letter that I had gotten the day before was not in there. I received the same letter again. I literally had to open it again.

So, of course, I immediately thanked the universe for answering my request. The other glitch happened in 2014 when I was working at Taco Bell. We had to wear name tags on our shirts. Well, every day after work, I would come home and take my name tag off and lay it on top of the bathroom countertop and put my uniform in the hamper. So one day I was getting ready for work, and I went to get my name tag and I couldn't find it.

My roommate helped me look for it too. I lived in a very small studio apartment, and it was absolutely nowhere to be found. I even checked my uniform from the day before, and... No. It wasn't there either. It wasn't anywhere. So my boss gave me someone else's name tag who had quit, and I walked around with someone else's name for two weeks. They didn't even give me a new name tag, and out of the blue, one morning, when I was getting ready for work...

There was my name tag, just sitting on top of the bathroom countertop. My roommate is a no-nonsense kind of guy with no sense of humor, and playing tricks is so not his style. It definitely wasn't him. I don't know where the name tag was for those two weeks, but it found its way back to me. Thank you again, Raven, for letting me tell my stories.

That's all I've got, but if anything else happens, I'll be sure to let you and your listeners know. Blessings to you and everyone who is listening. Hi Raven, I listen to you when doing chores, gaming, or when not even gaming can distract me enough to stop thinking about how I feel like I'm getting stagnant because of my life situation. I don't seem to have the best of luck obtaining jobs without help.

It helps more than one might think to hear others' crazy stories, and you have such a voice for telling them. I thank you for it, as it does help. Thank you. I think I have one for you, however, it's barely even notable. Nor am I sure whether it's a glitch or a ghost story. I was sitting and playing Skyrim, I think it was about a year or two ago, when a palmetto bug crawled across the wall closest to me.

You know, the really big roaches that most females will run screeching from, a room away to get away from? My roommate was the one who drew my attention to it, as I was way too engrossed in unaliving bandits in one of the caves near Whiterun. I got up, grabbed a book, and went hunting. I found him, and I nailed him with said book. Where he was, there was absolutely no way to escape without me seeing him, but when I pulled the book away...

There was nothing there. No buggy guts and no squished palmetto. Not even a sign of him having fallen before I hit him with it. There was literally no place that he could have gone without me seeing. It was barely notable in hindsight, as I said, but still very... just... random. So, I just recently stumbled upon your channel.

You make it easier to submit stories than most, so this will be the first story of many I intend to share. I think this may be my only glitch story. The rest are scary or paranormal. I decided to go with this very short story first, as it just happened a few days ago. It seemed fitting that I experienced a glitch in the same week that I discovered your channel. I'm a 40-year-old woman and a nurse by nature and profession.

I recently changed jobs. I've always worked in nursing homes as I love the elderly and I feel they are underappreciated. However, I have always had to drive to another town for work as there are not many places in my rural farm community to work. I was recently offered a job in my hometown with a company that houses and cares for mentally challenged adults.

It pays the same as my previous job, and only having a five minute commute to work was an offer that I couldn't refuse. There are three houses that some of the clients live in, and one community building for "day service", where we provide activities and socialization. The building that provides day service was to be my first place to learn. There is an hour in the morning and hour in the afternoon where there are no clients in the building, only staff.

So during the first hour, I was sort of walking around the building, familiarizing myself with everything there. I began looking at the pictures on the wall and realized I knew several faces in the group picture I was looking at. I saw a woman around my age in the photo that I hadn't seen for nearly 20 years, but her first and last name popped into my head immediately. Let's call her Rebecca.

Rebecca lived in the house across the street from my grandparents. I had two small children back then, and I would take them on walks down that street frequently, as my grandparents had a big hand in rearing, and I was quite close to them and often at their house. Rebecca had a walker and a ramp to her front door. She lived alone. Rebecca has special needs, but is very high functioning. Most every day she would be on her front porch when I would come walking by.

She would get up excitedly and come down the ramp to greet us on the sidewalk. We were always happy to see each other, and we would have short conversations while my children sat in their stroller. As I said, this was a near everyday occurrence. She lived there for about two years, until she moved into a better house somewhere else in town. I hadn't seen or heard about her in years. Anyway, I didn't say anything to my new co-workers about knowing her when I saw her picture.

It wasn't until the community service van came to drop clients off for day service, and Rebecca was one of the first ones to get out of the van that I mentioned. As soon as I saw her approaching the door, I turned to my boss and said, ''I know Rebecca. She used to live across the street from my grandma and papa.'' My boss looked at me strangely and asked me where that was, because Rebecca had just moved here from another state, and she had always lived in that other state.''

We live in Kansas, and I was being told that she just moved to Kansas from Iowa that year. My boss even asked Rebecca if she had ever lived in Kansas before this year. She said no. She lived in Iowa with her mom her entire life. My boss told me that I must have been mistaken. Rebecca does not live in one of our community homes. She lives with her mother who confirmed that she has always lived with her and never stepped foot on Kansas soil until this year."

But then, how could I be mistaken? I knew her first and last name just from seeing a picture. I knew her voice. And I never, and I mean never, forget a face. My grandparents are both deceased now, and both of my grown children were too young at the time of our short meetings to remember her. But I did ask my mother if she remembered Rebecca, the girl who lived across the street from Grandma and Papa.

And my mom's response was, "In that house with the ramp out front? She had a walker, right? The girl was about your age with special needs?" So that confirms that I'm not the only one who remembers her. This is by far the craziest story that I have, and this may not seem weird to some people, but my mind is blown. I remember her. Clearly. As I already stated, I knew her first and last name before anyone could even tell me.

She had the same speech pattern that I remember. The same inflections, the same voice, the same face. Everything about her was the same, except that now her hair is longer than it was before. That's the only difference. How do I have all of this in my memory if it never happened in the first place? So that was this week's collection of Glitch in the Matrix stories on the As The Raven Dreams podcast.

I hope you enjoyed this collection of glitchy goodness. If you did, and would like to listen to more of this, you can always check out the other episodes of the podcast, or support the channel further by actually going to my YouTube channel and checking out my videos. Just go to YouTube and search AsTheRavenDreams. You can also go to AsTheRavenDreams.com for lots of other good stuff.

ways to get early access, read stories that I've written, submit your own story, and things like that. All that said, friends, thank you very much for listening. I do hope to see you in two weeks on the next Glitch in the Matrix episode, but until then, sleep well.