Claire Walker

This one of the oddest dreams I've ever had, where I could recall as much detail as I am...

I was in an office building for a job interview. I don't remember the interview, since most of the dream was after it apparently. I apparently got the job and needed to walk across the floor to get my photo taken. The booth where the photos were taken also housed a local radio station that had two sets of call letters and frequency IDs. I don't remember what they were, only that they started with K (western half of the US). I got up to the counter and was asked my name. I said "Claire Walker." The guy smiled and went about his business. I left there and went over to a line where they were serving up espresso drinks.  The espresso bar was behind a thin barrier wall, which reminded me of the letter T. 

I got tired of waiting and figured I'd just grab a cup of coffee from somewhere else in the building, like from an guest-access coffee maker.  Plus, I had to go to the bathroom. I walked a short bit and took off the shoes I was wearing (kind of mid-height heels). I couldn't immediately find a restroom and decided to put the shoes right inside the door of a conference room. When I did so, I was carrying not only the heeled shoes but also sneakers, as though I was going to walk a lot after I left the building. 

At one point I looked down and realized the dress I was wearing had drooped a little in the front, and I adjusted it accordingly. This allowed me to see that Claire's body was fairly flat-chested, as well as had a thin, fit physique. I didn't, at any point, feel any hair on my neck or shoulders (I used to have long hair when I was younger), which made me assume that Claire also had short hair or it was pulled up. Anyway, I vaguely remember being in a restroom with at least one other woman. Throughout the entire dream, no one seemed to question that Claire was a woman, which told me that I was more of a first-person observer (looking through Claire's eyes for everything) than me, a guy, in a dress or in a transgender fashion. 

So, I finally made it out of the building on the ground floor (apparently without my shoes, although I remembered where I left them). The building was very tall, and I couldn't tell if the little area in front of me was in the middle of an open-square shaped building or four buildings that made a square. But the building (or part of a building) across from where I was standing allowed traffic underneath. It reminded me of the traffic flow of a parking garage. There were military hummers and troop transports (every other vehicle) that were turning left in front of me and parking in an area somewhat behind me. The soldiers I could see had day packs with them, which told me that it was an exercise that was going to last throughout the day. Then I heard police sirens off in the distance and woke up shortly after that.

Crazy Grandmother Driver

My grandmother (who passed away in '86) was driving me to work at my former employer with my former DISH partner (we haven't worked together since '08) in the back seat. Starting off, the road was up next to a corn field and when there was a turn, she sped up speed drifting into the corn field. When I yelled to slow down, she said she needed to speed up to get me to work on time. She continued to drive through the field and finally back on the road. 

The road the office building was on was on a forested, nearly-hidden road with lots of lush green trees and the entrance drive was a downward slope toward the building. I turned the car off and swapped places with her, only to have her swap again upon arrival and leave me stranded at work (somehow I had lost my shirt and shoes in the process). 

The strange thing there was that the office building was boarded up in prep for some promotion (everyone apparently had the day off) and there were school kids, as though the school was inside the office building. My partner finally came and rescued me and we got my grandmother into a hospital for dementia checking and to put a little weight on her (apparently the hospital thought she needed to). The hospital thought that strapping a GoPro to her head somehow helped this effort.

End of dream