I just remembered I had a dream last night about the professor I had a big messy thing with several years ago. He moved across the country over the summer with his wife, also a student at the time, whom he started seeing immediately after I freaked out and left.

The dream was that I ran into him outside a bathroom in a concert hall. He was telling me he still thinks about me and hoped I was doing ok. Then he told me I should move to Europe, but before doing so I should really invest in some real estate, and that Montreal was a good market to look into

God damn it.