I was on a cross-country race to win $1 million (a la
Drive) except no cars were involved. My friend Kathy (of the cat hats) was there, too - and she had this cool foldable bicycle that also became an underwater scooter when needed, which at one point she lent to me when we split up.
We met back up later when the next step was to get on this train. We were in a hotel room or something discussing strategy. I left slightly early to get on the train (ok, I am an early person!) and found my room - which was a closet you could barely turn around in, and I was supposed to share it with two other people. Speaking of closets, this room had one that was a huge cavern, and I seriously thought about dragging a sleeping bag in there.
After dropping my stuff off (lots of stuff considering we'd been in a backpacking sort of race) I wandered to the back of the train. For some reason, my bra kept coming off. Not falling off, just mysteriously it would be in my hand and I'd have to keep putting it back on. Then the train was leaving, but Kathy wasn't there yet -- she was running up just as the train was getting underway, but the train wouldn't stop. Kathy managed to run and keep up with a train going full speed, but couldn't catch it until suddenly the train did stop, and the supervisor in the end car with me said he'd stopped it even though he shouldn't have.
Finally a couple officious sorts starts walking through the car, handing people colored bits of paper. When they got to my row (very last row in the train), they handed out instructions to every other person, including me, for a very peculiar scavenger huntish type contest. The lady handing them out said "Sugar, you're gonna have to find a wig or something," as apparently I was leading the red team and your hair had to match the team. I pouted and noted that there was red in my hair, even though I am desperately in need of a session with Bridgette. My other players actually backed me up on that one, even though the lady looked doubtful.
Then the train was moving again, and Joe (from TCC) was there, pointing things out. We rolled through a town that apparently generated a lot of energy - huge drumlike structures everywhere for storing it, although the town itself looked like a rundown ghost town. A brackish river came up on the right side, and suddenly all the school kids in the car were exclaiming that they saw a tortilla sea sponge in the river, while Joe was laughing and saying it was a stick.
...and then I woke up, and I'm still confused.
