Enslaved Golden Girls

I was going to get an HIV test. The entrance to the building was a roller coaster. I had to put a special board on the track and then ride the board down the roller coaster into the entrance of the building. People had annoyingly parked their cars so that the front end of their cars hung over the start of the track, so I had to get on the roller coaster further down.

I rode the roller coaster down and when I got into the building, it seemed abandoned. It looked almost like a defunct insane asylum, but had the names of classes sloppily painted in black paint over the doors. Occasionally I would hear or catch glimpses of people, and those people were all rich or famous in some way. They weren’t very happy. At one point I saw the main cast of The Golden Girls walking out of a room with giant sheets of paper, as if they were leaving an art class. I turned to a girl that worked there who was suddenly beside me and asked her what the deal was.

She explained that we were inside UNC, and that all these people were part of a program they had where they paid notable people to attend their school. Those people were obligated to take classes and dress nicely in order to promote the school. The participants weren’t happy about being there. They seemed like they had been tricked into slavery.