So I'm standing in a huge lineup with about a hundred other people, all clutching bedraggled bits of paperwork and blowing on their hands. I'd actually acquired a coffee at some point, so that was nice. But the line was still taking forever, and instead of the standard pylon-and-rope arrangement for managing queues, the line just snaked through a labyrinth of tunnels.
[LATER]
Still at the university, except this was one of the multiple-origin areas that didn't really resemble any specific campus so much as a mashup of all of them. I'd parked illegally somewhere and was hurrying to a (meeting / lecture?) in this massive, cavernous space like the hollow cast of a beehive, with a ramp spiraling up the interior and corridors leading off in all directions. I checked my phone in a panic but couldn't read the time (you'd think this would have clued me in that it was a dream), and I was still dressed in my winter stuff, so heavy boots and multiple layers of clothing topped off with my big-ass cloak. And then this bell started going off, and it was so loud the floor was shaking, so I just ditched the cloak and started running like hell to get to wherever I was going before it stopped.
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