You approach the theater to see the new Matrix film. You go inside, but immediately get a sense of the surreal. You approach the box office window to buy a ticket and say, “One for resurrections.” “That’ll be two hundred and fifty,” says the cashier. “Two hundred and fifty bucks? This thing is a gold mine,” you say. “You must be new here,” he replies. “Yeah, I just moved in,” you say. “This is the most amazing movie ever!” says the cashier. “I cannot believe they made it. I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you buy a ticket at one hundred fifty. What do you say?” You’re thinking it over when you feel a sudden burning sensation on your arm. It’s so strange, you look down to see that the cashier is now wearing a mask of your own skin. You quickly turn back around and run out of the theater. As you go, burning skin continues to cover your entire body. It’s not long before the rest of the theater staff is after you. They all seem to have masks of your skin as well. You try to escape them, but they continue to come after you. They corner you in an alley and beat you savagely. Finally, you’re left barely alive and barely able to walk. You see the same people from the theater again as you’re led to the hospital guarded by the police. One of the cops is a woman with crimson face paint who gives you a knowing look as you’re taken into the emergency room. A week later, you’re still in the hospital. The doctors had a hard time diagnosing you, since you showed no signs of physical trauma. Instead you were deemed a “psychological case” and sent to a mental ward…