I thought I was better. Truly. I had a couple of nights of inocuous dreams, nothing that had anything to do with Matt at all...and then, it hits. I dreamed about friends I haven't seen in years (and one of which I had a major falling-out with years ago, even though we're on Facebook together), and they were taking classes with me. I dreamed about applying for jobs in Boston and having Matt as a reference, and trying to explain to my friends who he was. I dreamed that I was in Boston and got the job.
Damn. Just when I had convinced myself that Maine would be my choice. *sigh* I don't know if it's wishful dreaming of if there's some significance to the fact that everytime I plan on another course of action, I dream about him and Boston....urgh.
Well, regardless, life goes on, right? So today I have to shoot some film and digital images, and get some books from Ex Libris. I'll be back in a couple of hours or so!