
I'm not sure. All I can tell you is that while I was admiring a Gap poster at the Larimer bus stop, a girl with a tattoo came up to me and kicked me in the shin very hard. I fell to the ground whimpering, and a little while later, a homeless man kneeled to my ear and whispered, "SyMobius..."
Without any conscious reasoning, I whispered back, "Yes."
I had a horrible nightmare. In my dream, I was being chased through the woods by Clint Howard for no reason I can recollect. When I woke with a scream, I was drenched in sweat. I walked to the kitchen, and open the fridge to find a perspiring glass bottle of whole milk. I felt my tongue touch the lip of the bottle, and the fluid began pouring down my throat.
My boyfriend then asked me, "are you alright?"
I looked at him with milk pouring down my neck and shirt, and said, "SyMobius..."










