Old Sun boxes. Jesus. I dreamed I was working the same job I had 15-years ago - manually carving out disk space cylinder by cylinder and monitoring old Sun servers. I ended up working for an old boss (who, while outside of being a sub-standard supervisor also managed to not really know what I do for living the two years he managed me...) which further frustrated the job I was doing. Additionally my kids were there on and off, as was my INTx gf. That said, I had a lot of autonomy and started building out a new space among my suddenly numerous peers in a massive sea of desks in an Air Force SCIF. Somehow I was either back in the military or working in an old building in a private office, with both my current co-workers, and my comrades from my old career.
It was a mess.