I've only had one Clay dream that I remember, and it was not that exciting. I was at a concert - somewhere way back and up high. He came strolling up there, sat down by me on the grass, and sang the rest of the song to me. Then I walked him back to the bus. We each leaned forward to kiss each other on the cheek, and ended up bumping lips. I was all flustered, and told him I was afraid that he thought I did that on purpose, but he said he knew better.
I think I must have had at least one more dream, but I have no memory of it. What I DO remember is waking up very early one morning and saying one word: "Clay". Out LOUD. I froze in bed, clapped my hand over my mouth, and eased around to see if my husband had heard me. He appeared to be sleeping, and he never mentioned anything about it to me. He probably wouldn't have minded, though. He told me once that if it would help him get any luckier, I could tape a life size Clay poster on the bedroom ceiling. BWAH. I have a pretty cool husband.