Loop Dreams

THE NIGHT AFTER I finished reading The Möbius Book, I woke up from a terrible dream. In this dream I had been shrunk back to twenty-three years old, back to a uniquely terrible relationship with a man. He began to argue with me, this man, on account of the fact that he no longer enjoyed my company. I can no longer remember the details of it. I had not dreamed about this man in, I think, a year. I spent the whole day thinking about it afterward: Why now? When I was so happy and newly in love? And then it started to swirl together in my mind. It was the book. The book that I had been so dismissive of while I was reading it. This nightmare from my past was because of The Möbius Book.