Who tells the dream?

In high school, I search through crowded hallway for my first class of the day. When I enter I realise that it's the wrong one. I leave and try to remember which one is really on the schedule but can't sort it out. Anxiously I roam the halls.

There is a transition to a downtown scene. I'm in an office building at street level. It is a busy office and I'm there to transact some kind of business. Through the open door and large windows I can see that there is something happening across the street. There are press photographers hanging out the windows of the building there in profusion, almost comically so, with cameras at every face. In the middle of the street swat teams in full battle gear are arrayed in a loose semi-circle in front of the building. I keep peeking around the edge of the door to see what's happening. The people inside the office building with me are upset. After some time the swat teams apparently succeed in capturing whoever is causing the brouhaha. They lead someone away, but I can't see who it is. I hear one of the swat guys say, "Alright, doctor, let's go."

The normal street activity begins again, but the cars take on a cartoon aspect. One car in particular is six times the size of a normal car. It has smooth curves and small windows a bit like a thirties gangster car. Then the street becomes a river flowing with blue water. A boat glides along, looking like a gangster car that has become a whale. It is light blue, very large, would look completely at home in a Disney cartoon.

I return inside the office and follow one of the women who are working there into a back room to finish whatever business I had come for. On the back of a door there I see that the office workers have put up a large handwritten chart with the names of customers annotated with a few remarks about how they are as customers. By my name is written 'big tease'. I'm absurdly glad that I wasn't characterized more negatively and I leave the office happy.

There was much more, some involving a visit to my house by a young woman who was going to help me figure out something about a school project because I couldn't remember who my other project team members were supposed to be. Lots of flirtation and kissing.

Who tells the dream?
Dream story is narrated (dream discourse), then the daily mind narrates the dream by remembering it, then puts it in yet another discourse by recording it. Where does this ladder begin and end?