reporting for duty

I dreamed it was my birthday. I got two things: My dad gave me an electric car, and the US Air Force recalled me to active duty. So I got into my new electric car at oh dark thirty and drove to the nearest air force base, which looked a lot like Buckley (I was stationed there for a looong time) except that the main gate was closed, so I had to park my car on the road and walk in on a twisty, overgrown footpath. When I got to the gate and they asked me for some ID, I patted down all my pockets looking for my wallet but they were empty. I dressed in a hurry and forgot to grab my wallet. I had to trudge back to my car and head home again, keeping my social distance from everyone else walking to work that morning.