i dreamt at first i was in some little mobile home office with a large sliding window on my left, looking out onto a short grassy yard bordered by a dense tall tree line, and a sliding glass door i was barely aware of on my right, looking out onto the front yard and streets and sparse squat muted colored buildings in the distance, under an overcast sky. inside was a short-nap mottled color carpet and a large ornate beige multi-segmented box, the size of 4 stacked king box spring mattresses and whose purpose escaped me, and on the left of the box hanging off the corner ceiling was a TV set displaying the weather channel. some woman in a white wedding dress was standing around looking a bit forlorn, and some short dark-haired but pale-skinned man also, he was dressed in a thin blue summer suit, white dress shirt and fat 70s style faded purple tie. i was talking to the woman about how weathermen tended to prefer rainy weather for some reason that escapes me now as i am awake and writing this dream down. the man pipes up and tells me he is a weatherman, speaking in an incongruously deep and cigarette-weathered announcer's basso. then i find myself in some white room staring at a phonograph turntable shaped like a Maltese cross, made out of white plastic, rounded on all sides, playing an oblong LP record with no tone arm so no sound. i couldn't read what the record legend said. then i was in some kind of locker room shower facility watching people shower including one slender Nordic man whose manroot reached halfway down his thigh. he posed and shot furtive glances at me while i was sitting on a bench off to the side next to a locker. then the shower room filled full of maintenance people including several women dressed as men in utility clothes, and i suddenly had a great urge to defecate, so i walked into the shower room and found workmen and a ladder blocking the lavatory door, so i walked under the ladder and entered only to be warned there was a workman inside standing next to the toilet, which he was doing when i entered, then in a huff i exited and found myself wandering all over the inside of a medical clinic that i had visited before some time ago in another dream, and all the toilets were in public view with patients in beds and chairs all around so denying me privacy. i eventually exited the building in my search for a usable lavatory along with some young people in the dream that i knew somehow, noticing it was nighttime and feeling some relief in the night air, but then the urge returned and i lost my temper and shouted "GD it! i gotta DEFECATE!! !" whereupon one of the young women told me i was talking too loudly. i wandered back indoors through throngs of patients, one of the orderlies saw my distress and somehow knew i had to go badly, so he told me to go out the door and step right and i'd find an outhouse, so i did so only to find i stepped right into an open motor home parked next to the door. i noted it was daylight on this side of the building. the man told me, "OOPS! wrong door! try the other side." so i went searching for the other side's exit door and found it, and the man handed me a key ring to get into the outhouse, and i exited and it was night again, pitch dark outside with a tree line in the distance barely discernible. i approached the outhouse, fumbled with the keys and eventually unlocked the door and got in, plopped down and finally had relief. i stepped outside and found myself in some kind of school building, i walked into a classroom where some Mexican teen was telling people of his experiences in a rock band. the room filled full of people, and soon a teacher from my high school [in real life, 4 decades earlier] walked in, and suddenly the lights dimmed and i found myself being caressed from behind by the most loving set of arms and hands and fingers, totally draining the worry and tension from me, and with a soothing voice telling me everything was ok, that i was doing fine. i never saw this person but two dark-skinned students conversed with the person caressing me. the teacher told them that she remembered one day when i entered her classroom and sat naked at a desk, and i told the teacher i was not naked for i was wearing shoes, which i showed her as i disrobed into purple furry skivvies and walked out of the classroom, their laughter pealing in my ears. i walked down a long hallway into another small windowless conference room with an oval table around which sat several students reading books, i took a seat and it was understood we were all waiting for a teacher to arrive for the lesson to begin. then i awoke. 