Leaving the matrix

Me and my sister are at the bottom of my grandparents driveway. This girl walks up to us and begins to whisper something into my sisters ear. I become paranoid because the look on my sisters faced turns fearful. Then the girl looks down and giggles and then run though the gate and I watch my sister chase her. I chase after my sister asking her what did the girl say, my sister seems to be angry now, and the end of the driveway goes to a dark river instead of the street, the girl runs on the water and makes a right, I see my sister get into a canoe and row hastily towards the girl, I tried to jump on the my sisters canoe but she went to fast and I fell into the water and it drug me away towards the girl and my sister, I see a yellow canoe by me in the water and I climb in and begin to row towards them yelling for them but I can't catch up, and now I see three of my cousins in canoes rowing beside me and all of us are trying to catch up to my sister and that girl.

Me my mom and my sister have just arrived at my grandparents house. It's nice daylight outside, my grandma tells us that she's had us over because she wanted me to do something. When we get into the house, my two cousin are there, I see one of them dressed completely like me, I think to myself "what a copy cat" but proceed to sit down on the couch and wait for my grandma. Everyone is opening wrapped presents as if an extension from Christmas. After everyone is done I think to myself oh yeah I didn't open one and then I see it on the coffee table and pick it up to open. I notice how it's beautiful matte paper with floral wallpaper like designs. I open it and it's and empty folding picture frame with strange hole placements for people faces of pictures. I tell my grandma thank you and them put it down and proceed to go outside for work, then I see my cousin with many more objects identical to my owning and I become distracted at why is he so blatantly copying me, and now he's beatboxing, So when his dad tries to pride him he asks me if I can do it and I beatbox some things he's never heard and they got quiet, I feel a little pleased with myself And I begin to try to get as far away from him lest he receive anymore information of any kind that might prompt him to imitate.