Drying...

Me and friends sort of owned a music store, or were part of hosting it. At the same time it was me and my roommate's personal room, and sometimes it wasn't a music store either.
One night while we slept, there happened to be other people sleeping in there (Vk) and perhaps one more, together with the two of us. I woke up and thought everything was normal, but when seeing their pranky faces, I realized the room didn't look the same when I woke up. Turned out they had managed to move me into one of other beds in the room during the night, just for jokes, and I thought it was funny, and was really really amazed I hadn't woken up. At the same time, I wasn't sure if they had moved me, or my bed, or even if it had happened at all.
At some point, when returning to my room an evening, my roommate and a friend had written letters on the wall for me, they said. Now I started looking curiously at all the seemingly long writings on the wall of this music store combined with beds, and most of the stuff was written for other people than me, from a time before us. I had expected a long text on the wall, but turned out they had just drawn a bunch of hearts all over the "rim" of the beds, as a joke.

In another part of the dream, we were some place special, probably with this school. The toilet routines were a bit alternative, and it worked like this. You had to go downtown to go to the toilet which was outside (yes under open sky), and climb onto some toilet construction built for a handicapped guy (a boy, probably 8-10 years). This boy was the son of one of the teachers, and he was lame in some limbs at least and couldn't help himself. He sat there on some level below the upper toilet of this abstract construction, on his own toilet. And when you were finished on the toilet, you had to, well... dry him. Because seemingly he went too. I never got that far, but I was preparing for it for sure. Turned out I was the only one who went through with it, the other students slacked off by leaving him alone.