The dream involved male co-worker who resembled Curtis Stone (for the record, I have no job nor did I ever have a co-worker that looked like Curtis Stone--I wish) coming to work on his off-day while I am unloading decorative plates with Sandy (former boss at TJ Maxx). We flirt a bit, and Sandy suggests that he just buy the plate he is playing with, so I can get back to focusing on my work. He disappears, and I am now unloading a massive wooden plate holder (it holds only 1 plate). He returns and is standing on the other side of the counter. I am asking Sandy "How the hell am I supposed to put a plate in this, let alone unwrap the son of a bitch?" Guy comes around the corner, and unwraps the plastic from the holder, peels off sticky stuff to hold the two wooden pieces together, and shows me how it's supposed to look when put together--all while I still have a hold of the product.
I notice he's holding money, so I shout to Sandy that he is, and she comes out from behind a large pile of freight and goads him about it. He ends up putting the thing together. I am sitting at the counter, drinking a hot cocoa, and Sandy asks me where I got it--I am not getting in trouble. I kind of mutter, "Brendan got it for me," and then I woke up.
Here's a photo of Curtis Stone:
It was also Autumn, and I was wearing a sweater. I wasn't exactly in the backroom, but on the floor, unloading that massive thing. In reality, I would have been in the backroom unloading that because of it's size. It should also be noted that I don't have a thing for blondes--but I do make exceptions, especially if it's Curtis Stone or MGC (who is now married). And this guy in particular is English, not Aussie like Curtis.
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