Night before last I dreamed I was making a TV show. We played an emergency medical team of about 4 people in a multi-purpose building that was part hospital, part other business, part hotel. Our leader resembled William Petersen on CSI in appearance and delivery. It seemed to be a comedy about a team that avoided any and all work. Whatever the emergency, our leader guided and taught us to stay out of it -- which often involved hiding against the walls, in alcoves or elevators, along with our crash cart. He always had an excuse for us. One time it was that if we attended to this emergency, we'd be too occupied to attend to a more serious one. Another, it was that he recognized by a green lesion in the patient -- we all saw it, once again demonstrating that dreams are in color whenever they need to be (probably all the time to give the appearance of reality) -- that if we worked on hir, we would all catch that disease and then be useless to the facility for some time.
Then he dispersed us, the better to hide. I wound up in a room where a black male athlete was making a commercial for a bath product. But instead of a normal bathtub, this one was like a pool with one sloping end that one could wade into, which I did. At this point and for the rest of the dream I was naked. The endorser passed up adding some liquid to the water and instead stood outside the tub and put in some powder which I understood to be sodium lauryl sulfoacetate that was on display in a cup. Then I got out of the water, dried off, and left the building, still naked.
I turned out to be in midtown Manhattan and looked for how to get home. But I couldn't remember where home was. I entered Grand Central Station before I realized the futility of the situation. At this point I put 2 and 2 together: naked on the street, trying to get home -- yeah, I'm dreaming. But if I'm dreaming, then I don't need to go anywhere in particular, and I just decided to wander wherever I felt like, heedless of my nudity or other matters of manners. A child wanted to cross the street, I told him just to follow me, heedless of the heavy traffic in both directions; it stopped for us. On the other side of the street I approached from behind some brown-costumed performers of a dance. I shoulder-charged some woman among them, and she apologized to me. I went into the building they were facing, and joined a party where people were drinking a toast; I drank with them. These people and the dancers were of some unspecified eastern or central European ethnicity.
Then I left the table and went back to the other side of the street. At some point I think I gave someone a wrestling lesson. Then I decided to brush my teeth. I manifested a toothbrush and then came upon a water dispenser in the side of a building. It accepted coins as donations -- might've been holy water -- but I didn't put any in, just used the water to wet my brush. After brushing my teeth, I told those around me that since I was dreaming, to dispose of my toothbrush I'd just throw it into the air and it'd disappear. To my chagrin, it came down and landed on the street.