I’d frown pretty heavily and wait for them to explain themselves. I highly doubt anyone is dreaming of me in a sexy way and certainly no one is gonna risk a slap for it (a la Moonstruck), so I’m gonna be thinking they had a dream about some horrible fire breathing demon woman screeching at them and possibly burning down their lives.

To which I will say, cool, man. Then wonder wtf I did to traumatize this person.

Well, it definitely doesn’t mean they’re in love with you, if that’s what you mean. But a lot of people seem to take it that way. For me it’s exciting to hear. I know it doesn’t mean anything about how they view me on a deep level because dreams are just so random, but it’s still fun.

If it was a woman I’d potentially assume she was flirting with me

Act surprised and a bit concerned, get a few details and then pretend that I also had the same dream but from the other perspective.

I would ask them what the dream was about. The weirder the dream,the better.

My wife sleep divorced me. LOL.

2 AM, she shoves me awake. She’s sitting on the edge of the bed like the chick from Paranormal Activity.

She pulls her wedding ring off, jams it in my hand, says “THIS IS FOR YOU! We need to make OTHER ARRANGEMENTS! I can’t believe you said THAT in front of our son!!!”

Then she lays back down and is dead asleep.

I’m like “WTAF?” Do I wake her up? Do I sleep with a knife under the pillow?

So I wake her up. She’s pissed, but not “Imma divorce you” pissed, just “It’s 2 AM why are you waking me up?” pissed.

“Do you know what you just did?”

“Wait, what? Why?”

So I hand her the wedding ring back.

“Oh… OH!”

Apparently, in the dream, I had been laying on the couch and she asked me to do something and I responded something along the lines of “Meh, I’d rather be boning Faye.”

Faye. A fictional character from the web comic “Questionable Content” which we both read.

https://questionablecontent.fandom.com/wiki/Faye_Whitaker

But now it’s hilarious, because when she asks me to do something I can go “Meh, I’d rather be boning Faye.”

My wife and kid have had many dreams with me in it as I have had many dreams with them in it.

I have had three or four co-workers tell me I was in their dreams.

I don’t attach any importance to dreams. They are just random shit that bounces around in my head. I have the classic, what I call anxiety dreams. I can’t crawl across the road and a car is coming. I am in a final I never studied for.

I would ask for more details and then do an analysis of the dream, knowing that the dream has nothing to do with me. I’m just a symbol for something else, like a feeling or thought.

i assume it means they want to have sex with me

Context is sooo important in this case. What sort of dream?

I mean its just normal. Im pretty sure im in all of them.

You had a nightmare you say?

Agreed with the other comment, the context does matter.

I’ve been featured in one my coworker’s dreams apparently. Not in a weird way, she’s told me and the dream was very funny. More like an inside/office type joke that must have snuck into her dream state LOL.

So years ago, I was going through chemotherapy, and was seeing an oncologist regularly. She was my age more or less and very attractive and single, but also an oncologist treating me professionally.

We got along very well and generally ended up talking about things other than my treatment (which is how I learned she was single - she shared that fact unprompted), but even with that, I never pushed it - it just seemed too weird to actually pursue a relationship with my oncologist. I couldn’t be sure how much of it was just in my head - some weird doctor/patient dependency thing - and besides, she was a responsible professional and I was a house painter living in a duplex and spending my spare time smoking pot and playing disc golf, so it wasn’t like I had anything of actual value to offer. So I just contented myself with pleasant conversations every two weeks.

Then one day, right near the end of my treatment, seemingly out of nowhere, she said, “I dreamed about you last night.”

I panicked. I couldn’t imagine any follow-up to that that wasn’t going to be weird or disappointing or stressful.

I don’t remember what I said or how the conversation went from there, but it was noncommittal enough that I never learned the details of her dream, and our last few appointments were straightforwardly professional, and that was that. My cancer never recurred, and I haven’t seen her since.

I’ve always wondered, but you know - if I had it to do over again, I doubt I’d do any differently.

I like to ask them if I was in cosplay.