10-01-2010, 06:09 PM
I was named after my Aunt Chris. I loved her dearly. After she died I found myself next to her. She turned to me and smiled in surprise, "What are you doing here?" My Aunt Chris looked younger; her hair was black again, her skin was flawless, all the colors were sharp and clear but strange. The vision of her, looking at her, was comprised of millions and millions of tiny dots - are they called pixels??? At any rate, it just occurred to me in this moment, geez, is death a hologram too, a matrix too? I had asked my Aunt Chris if I was going to die and she smiled confidently and said yes. I woke up.