Questionable Decisions of my Subconscious... in Dreams

I’ve been debating since I woke up if I was going to post this to find again, or leave it be and forget about it. Either way, after the weekend is over, it’s gonna be awkward at work.
I have a rule in my life about not messing around with anyone I work with, or would see frequently through work, because if it goes wrong, it’s gonna affect more than just my personal life.
Last night, I had a dream about R, one of girls in the office. To clarify, she’s dating the owner’s son, so she’s out on two reasons: One I work with her, and two if we did actually date, I’d know her ex, which that’s just not a visual image I want when I’m dating someone.
It didn’t get far, thankfully. There were a lot actually really rational discussions. From the way we were talking, I think she and her ex hadn’t been separated too long, and she and I hadn’t been together too long. It seemed like it was an unexpected development for both of us. In between kissing, we talked about how we should probably keep it quiet at work, and how it’d probably be better not to put anything on Facebook for a while. For a dream about a relationship, it was amazingly logical.
There was a lot of emotionally expressive bits to it, but there were a lot logic to it, which is something I’m not used to my subconscious. The weird part was, hugging and kissing was oddly accurate, and I think in the 4 years I’ve known her, we’ve hugged maybe twice, and definitely never kissed.
I know I want to have a relationship. I don’t need my dreams to tell me that. It’s just a matter of finding someone that I click with. I’ve never considered R to be that person, or the type of person that I’d go for. Maybe this was my subconscious telling me to open my eyes and look around a little more. Maybe it’s telling me that there’s someone right under my nose that I’ve not been paying attention to. I dunno. But now when I go back to work after the weekend, I now have those images and conversations in the back of my mind. Ohhhhhh goody. Well, I’m f*ked.