I was at my college, but a central building of the same format used in all of the elementary schools in this area was separating everything. I was trying to get to room 401 for my class at 2 in the morning, but I was late. Fortunately, there was a fire alarm, so being late was irrelevant and I would find the room by seeing my classmates leaving the building, as the doors to the classrooms were all on the outside.
The field was full of tall grass and tigers, and I was attacked by a wasp. I grabbed the wasp and tried to squish it and threw it back, but it flew back at me. I ripped off its wings and threw it, but it came back. I ripped its stinger off, and it came back. I ripped its legs and mosquito-like mouth off, and I was trying to squish it further when I woke up to the sound of a train.