A stone building serving as a hostel or rehabilitation centre

The setting of this could be a few different places I have visited during my van driving days.
It is definitely in the north east and could be
Langley park
Esh winning
Bear park
Kirby Stephen

The place was an old town anyway with cobbled streets.

There was a stone building with some scaffolding.
It seemed like this stone building housed homeless kids who were also going through some rehabilitation. My friend and I were part of the authorities that check that the place is running to protocol, and that everything was OK.
We were investigators.

There was something to do with a washing machine, I am not sure if there was a person inside one. Or maybe it was in some one's bedroom.

The building had two floors to the building and I remember one of the kids had an attitude problem.

This is an old dream that had come back and it is linked with my van driving days as I remember delivering a TV in this area and parking around the corner from what would be the stone building.

Fragments

I woke up this morning with some disjointed memories of a dream I had last night.
so what I write here is in no particular order.
Here are the basic bullet points of this dream.


There was a strange looking dog in parts of the dream. The dog was very slim ad lithe and long. A long snout and long skinny legs. It was grey in colour and was like a greyhound but taller and more muscular.It was harmless and very family orientated because throughout the dream it wandered throughout a family home.

I was going out with a woman who had children. She lived somewhere like Birmingham, and t took two buses to get there. The woman was some kind of school teacher. She had a son, and at one point I was eating something and her son was going through a plastic bag that was full of her underwear and he was trying to show them to me, and she came back into the room and looked very embarrassed.

I came back to the north east for some reason and eventually I wanted to go back down to see her. I was waiting all day to get a lift. I was hanging round with a guy all day and when I asked him if we would finally be travelling down, he said it was too late. It was 22.00 at night and it would be midnight once we arrived.
I tried to phone the woman but her phone was unplugged, and the feeling was that she wanted nothing to do with me.

There was definitely a journey past Manchester involved in the dream.

Not sure who the woman was, she seemed older than me and was attractive.
She may have been in charge of an old style school, I remember seeing classes.
There was a class of kids in which she was instructing them to march.