Early morning hours, as I started to come awake:
I'm in an enormous high school. There's a lot of construction work being done -- so much so that no one can go to class. However, they're also not letting anyone go home, so the halls have replicated the scene seen when airports shut down, masses of people curled up in corners, asleep on the floor. One fellow, rather unaccountably, has clothes drying on his enormous dreadlocks.
I'm looking feverishly for two friends -- Britt Hallett (an old high school friend that I haven't seen in six years now) and MD (friend of current vintage). No luck. Finally, I'm told that I need to go see U.N. Secretary-General Kofi Annan in his office; I'm expected to turn in my semester's worth of homework for some sort of international policy course. As I'm walking into Annan's office, I'm horribly aware that I've done none of the homework. At that point, terrified, I woke up.