I am in a quadrangle (probably the east one) of the University, which is locked on every side. There is one open room containing computers, but it is a dead end. There are several other people in there with me, and night is falling. It is a clear night, and the full moon gives everything a blueish glow. We try to get out.
Soon afterwards, I am walking up the eighteenth hole at the Old Course, watching a golf tournament. Marilyn Manson is playing.
I then discover the aftermath of a nu-metal concert on the first tee. A huge television screen has fallen forward from the stage, and crushed the mosh pit.