I remember having a crush on a man who did casual work in my mother's firm when I was about six. I never told anyone as I felt guilty about it, as he was married and the father of three children slightly older and younger than I.
So I never dreamed of marrying him, but day-dreamed about being the woman he was married to, and all the nice dinners I would cook for him, which I suppose amounts to the same thing.
Since then I never dreamed of marrying anyone in particular, as I usually realised fairly early when going out with a boy that he was not my future husband. I dreamed instead of the kind of man I would marry.
My dreams could not have been farther away from the man I did marry, and as we are happy together, it is just as well none of the imaginary men got in first.