A series of dreams I have compiled over the years for purposes of entertainment only.
My friend Jenny and I were waiting for the professor to arrive for our advanced sewing class. I had started attending a junior college to fine tune some of my creative skills. Sewing was something I enjoyed and picked up pretty easily from my aunt. In this dream, my kids were grown up and it was just me and my husband. Suddenly, my whole day was vacant. So I started working on various projects I had put off while they were growing up.
Our professor didn’t show up. In his place walking across the quad toward us was the sub. He wasn’t what I was expecting for a sewing professor. He was a gorgeous god-like guy perfect in every way. I caught his eye as he caught mine looking at him like a freshman in high school looking at the star quarterback. I was out of his league. But he didn’t see it that way. The sub had his eye on me from the get go. He was about 5′11 about 180 lbs, a well built man in casual attire black shirt and jeans. He introduced himself,but I could not here anything past Jay. So I named him Jay Flanagan since it went so well together.
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Today,we were going to showcase our project for the class to see. We made wedding dresses. Jenny and I were holding our dresses in our hands until we went inside the classroom. Once inside, we quickly changed into them instantly. Jenny and I sat off to the side,but Jay wasted no time in starting class off with a bang.
Jay announced to the class that he would give $100 to the first person,who had their dress completed and was ready to show it off. I raised my hand along with most of the class, but he came right over to me. He took my hand and gently pulled me up out of my seat to show off my dress. He told me I looked really pretty in the dress with the mere facial expression as he handed me the money. He didn’t take his eyes off me the whole class time.
The whole class could easily see him shamelessly flirting with me. I couldn’t help finding him attractive,but I knew I was married. He was not my guy. He was my substitute sewing teacher and I had to go. Good thing to, I think he was going to ask me out.
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