Run for your lives!

The guys on Team Godzilla from work are following me through a city or campus. We are trying to get somewhere. We go through a stairway that ends at a door we can’t go through. So we climb a fire escape next to the door. It leads into a dorm floor. I ask a guy for directions to the exit and he points to a door. There is a lighted exit sign hanging form the ceiling but it has no arrows and is just in front of a blank wall. We go through the door and enter a girl’s dorm room. It is large and two-tiered. A girl inside isn’t surprised that we just walked in, the whole floor seems to have an open door policy. I talk to the girl, eventually asking her how to get out. I pick up a pair of socks that I think are mine. She leads us to the patio of a room down the hall. There is a door on the patio that opens on a narrow stairway. As we leave, I realize that the socks I’m holding are striped with light and dark brown bands but my socks have black and gray bands. I don’t know what to do with the socks. I should take them back, but I don’t to be embarrassed giving them to the cute girl. I don’t know is she knows that I took them. But how can she not? I was holding them in plain view as she gave directions off the floor.
A team of black suited security men grabs my igloo cooler out of my hands and throw it onto a well-manicured grassy field that looks like a driving range. After it hits the ground, another security guard kicks it further away. They think it contains explosives and is about to go off. I protest, but I have been framed.