I was teaching my class of nurses at the hospital. The first part of the lecture started off slowly as I was busy opening up my mail. There were about six or seven pieces of mail that had arrived. Most of it was junk mail advertising books or containing bills, but I was nervous and seemed to be using this as an excuse to delay the class. I looked at my watch and it was twenty minutes to the hour, which meant that I was ten minutes late. I felt I had better begin. There had also been some comments from the girls among themselves that indicated their impatience for me to start. When I did start it seemed as if I were rather stumbling and halting in my delivery, which seemed unusual to me at the time because usually I do not particularly feel self-conscious when starting a lecture.  Then it seemed as if I were laying in bed giving the lecture. I had some very large thick book about sex and kept telling them that this would be an excellent reference source for them to use whenever they had any questions about sex or if they ever found themselves confronted with doing a term paper or any similar task. This would be the book to use. It seemed as if it had a blue cover and it contained an excess of 1,000 pages. I was going through the book and showing them many illustrations and photographs. It seemed to be that most of these actually focused upon birth. There were photographs showing the infant in utero, in position to be delivered, the pelvic region, brilliant colored photographs of cancer of this region. I had gotten to a point about halfway through the book when I was awakened by the monitor. At this particular point in the book, I was saying to the girls that there was an excellent summary of the various studies there. It seemed that each study was abstracted and the data about subject procedures, findings, etc. was there, and then a critical evaluation by the author of this large book.  The lecture was given from this bed because I had an erection. I seemed to be dressed as I am now. That is, in underwear. I did not want to get out from under the covers and stand in front of the class while maintaining the erection. I did not seem to think about standing in front of them with just my underwear on. At one point during the lecture one of the girls, who is ordinarily quite timid and prudish (who's code name is, I believe, Fruit Basket) raised her hand and asked if she could smoke. I said, "Yes," and then I thought she was not a smoker but if she wished she were free to. Then it seemed as if she were doing this for some sort of retaliation or to emphasize how much someone nearby her was smoking. I looked down at her and it seemed as if she had the ruffles of a wedding dress on the bottom part of her dress as this seemed to protrude out into the aisle, although, I believe, the blue uniform that many of the girls wear was visible for the top part. At one other point when I was trying to get the girl's attention, this same girl was starting to run bathwater, and I had to give her a dirty look and raise my voice considerably before she finally stopped. The girls seemed to be bored during this lecture and did not seem to be particularly interested or involved with what I was saying. There was one girl who had just raised her hand as I reached the part about the summaries, I was awakened. The girl's name I think was Maglio Melio.  I was not sure in the dream why I was feeling anxious, but I was very fidgety at the beginning of the lecture. I was not able to attribute this nervousness to any specific happening or cause. This part of the dream seemed to last about 7 minutes or so.  Another dream was recalled almost as soon as the monitor awoke me. It would have taken place earlier than the nursing scene. It was the experience of having been interrupted in the middle of a sentence during the talk to the nurses. Roger was the monitor and it seemed as if we had just finished up a night's awakenings and he was saying something about there still being a little bit of time left to do something. It seemed as if he were on a large stage and we were talking near the back part of the deserted stage. I was thinking about going to the bathroom but I decided, no, I would go back to bed and use this shorter to hold for some more sleep. He said something about going out through the doors and encountering this certain office, and it seemed fleetingly as if this were tied in with the high school that I attended, either because of the stage or because of the person's office that he mentioned. But it briefly did remind me of something about an incident that occurred with Bret.  Then the scene suddenly shifted and he and I were sitting on a grassy bank of a campus, and I was continuing to tell him the details about Brett. I hadn't realized that during the first part of this conversation, but then there was a person sitting to our side about 10 feet away who seemed to be listening and at one point moved a little closer to listen but never said anything or was not recognizable. Then a man came by with red hair, and I knew he was Brett's teacher, although Brett does not have any specific teacher and none with red hair. I began to walk along with this teacher and then Roger departed for some other destination. The teacher was saying something about it might be necessary that we would be contacted that night because Brett's mother might need to be informed. I said I know about that because I am Brett's father. He did not know who I was because the only way I had approached him was to ask him where Brett Van de Castle's room was. He had said, yes, follow him as he was headed in that direction. It seemed more as if it were a college campus as there were a large number of buildings and grassy knolls about rather than being the single building that Brett's high school actually consists of.  Then the teacher was saying something about kindergarten and a problem existing there because the person who managed the kindergarten was extremely fussy, and would only allow children to enroll whose parents subscribed to The Nation magazine. I said I thought that was extremely snobby because this kindergarten was supposed to be a public state-supported school. If I had found out, or anyone else were to find out, that her child had been turned down from admission to this school because the parents did not subscribe to The Nation magazine that there was going to be a heck of a big ruckus raised. [Estimate time would have been about 4 or 5 minutes for this part of the dream.]