I'm at a strange university that resembles a boarding school. It was advertised to me via the TV. I agree to go with my friends.
On our way to the school, I stop at a roadside town. I'm at the back of a bar. It's just after golden hour, but the vibrant tint still envelops the area. The building is large with two or three stories but the backside rests on a hill that goes down to a parking lot. It's a mix of grass and gravel, clearly well used. I'm standing by a traffic cone, checking everyone's IDs. I needed them to apply to the school on their behalf. I was also given a gift certificate for a Dave 'N Buster's like indoor amusement store.
I'm walking around the university. It's a strange mishmash of different styles of big chain hotels. Lots of water everywhere though, just large shallow puddles on the ground. They reveal old broken asphalt. Apparently this university takes competition very seriously. Each day, me and the other students will compete in multi-terrain race tournaments to see who stays in the school. I try to organize people so that we can improve my group's odds of winning. I immediately get into a dispute with a group member. As they're walking away, they keep looking back at me, tauntingly. I continue to stare.
The first challenge is in an SUV and requires us to travel to our destination in the snowy cold weather. I argue with my group member. Somehow snow keeps coming in, likely from the sunroof. Two of the group members are older men that just complain about the cold.
Later, I'm at a rest point with another person. We're at a strange bar. We've sat at a table that is surrounded by grass. We drink at this round table by ourselves but feel watched.
For the next challenge, we're traveling by boat to our destination. We keep capsizing but manage to turn the boat over each time and keep going. My vision kind of turns into a video game. Every time I think of a map, a strange map of the southern United States and Mexico appears instantly at my vision. It shows how the subway goes all the way around the gulf of Mexico. Along the way we meet many turtles, they're all different unidentifiable species. The terrain turns into a swampy marsh like Florida. Sunlight shines through the trees behind us like a glowing spotlight. Eventually we capsize again and a super fast alligator climbs the tree that I climbed in a panic. The alligator doesn't get me, but it was close.
I jumped awake.