Another work one, but it was a morph of my workplace and my grandmothers house. My boss was living in the attic (in the room where I usually stayed at in my grandmothers house.)
I was a small black cat hopping from one riser in the store to another. I was enjoying being able to move about so well. (Cats have all the fun! -_-)
Everything else is blurry, but then I remember being chased around by this "big" guy that I think knew I wasn't a normal cat.
Eventually I hid on the porch of the forementioned room where my boss was living, the guy spotted me and I jumped down and ran.

...then I think it changed to a dream where I was on a bicycle going down the dirt road(s) there, possibly with someone else.