What an interesting dreamI'm on a tour. It might be sponsored by a university (see below). The first night's accommodations are in the dorm of (a different) university. There start to be problems. First with the accommodations. We're all asked to sleep in the hallway of the dorm (even though earlier I and some others had moved our stuff into dorm rooms). Then, the next day, we aren't able to enter the tour site (something archeological, I think). The tour directors try to offer alternate sites to visit, but they're a real disappointment to everyone involved, so they decide to throw in the towel. That will involve a 5 hour walk back to the origin of the tour (which is also 2/3 of the way across the state of Georgia). They tell us all to meet at a local landmark called "The Butcher's Block" in two hours to start the walk, but they only give us vague directions as to where it is. I walk through a mall and outside the mall looking for someone who might be able to tell me where "The Butcher's Block" is. Eventually, I see the dean of the university that arranged the tour (he's 2/3 of a state away from where he should be). I ask him if he has heard that the tour was a bust. He says no, but then he starts going through the checklist of things we were supposed to see on the tour and asking if I went to those sites. I answer "no," but guiltily, as though I had skipped them out of laziness or lack of interest, rather than because we couldn't get into the sites.

Lots of doubles there too (the dean and you, the two universities, the distance from a point in the state which appears to at times equal zero).
I could think of "the state of Georgia" possibly being a metaphor for "the state of life", since "georgia" means agriculture - also nice world play there: the state of life gets simplified to just "life". And 2/3 in, along with an archaeological dig, is about present and past.