Look into a glass onion

Ok so I have this really macabre idea. You buy a domain and put all your shit in it, things you think, feel, your pictures, things that really meant something to you. Things from the very depths of your spirit. You put little secret things in there that only your spirit would know and understand. You pay for 50 years worth of service charges on it.

Let's say you die in the next ten to twenty years. Even if you die in twenty years, there is still thirty years left on your domain before someone would turn it off.  When you die, the last thing you do while you are still lucid is give your spirit the command to remember that domain.

Five, ten years later, you get born again. From the time you can remember, there is something burning in your soul that you know you have to find. You are driven to find this thing whatever it is. The dreams of your youth are filled with this reoccurring image of an ancient computer screen. A screen built somewhere around circa 2010. It's 2040, your maybe 15, 16 years old. You have a dream one night, in the dream you see yourself sitting in front of an old computer screen, you are typing away. You do not look like yourself, but you know this is you anyway. You try hard to see what is on the screen. You look up at the old url addy and try for all you are worth to remember it. You wake up and write down everything you can remember.

The next day you hop on your pc and start searching for the images. After hours of searching, up comes this page with the image of that person you knew was you in your dream. A hideously creepy feeling comes over you as the hair on the back of your neck stands up on end.

You read on, page after page, hearing your own thoughts, your own feelings, the deepest parts of you exposed in this strangers writings. Finally coming to the last page, there is a letter from this stranger from the past. The letter is addressed to you, you know this, even though the stranger does not use your name.

Ok, I personally think it's a friggen hot fantasy. I would love to meet myself from the past in such an intimate manner. I think it rocks. So call me weird, whatever, I still think it rocks.