The man of her dreams

Mrs. E: "I had another strange dream last night. I dreamt all my teeth fell out."
Me (interrupting): "Ah, a 'change' dream."
Mrs. E: "Yeah, but here's the annoying part: You were with me as it was happening. I said 'Oh god, my teeth are falling out!' and showed you a handful of teeth. All you said was, 'It's OK, you can just get dentures.'"
Me: "Sounds about right."