Other woman's dream

I am in an other person's dream. A woman, brunette to auburn hair. Confident. Longer almost moonshaped face, but attractive. Paler than most, perhaps. She is conversing with three people she knows from work. All men, I think. As I watch it I know that it is me, and yet is not me. No strangeness about something which should seem scary and foreign. Nothing seems strange at all.