Matchbox Sized Helicopter

I was going in the door of this hotel, and I was going to this 'game' for some reason. I don't know who else was involved with it, but I remember that there was supposed to be this series of tests that the group of people were supposed to go through. (Some game, huh?) They were physical tests, and I think there were six of them, but we only had to choose one or two.

So I'm pretty sure I did my first one, which ended up being a simple one, but then I got drafted into doing another one that was much more difficult and I wasn't looking forward to at all. I don't remember what the first one was, but the second one had something to do with being on this cliff and getting ready and waiting for this helicopter to come and pick me up and fly me out far enough that I had to fall through this gigantic tube and into icy cold water of this river. Withstanding the cold water was actually the test itself.

So my 'instructor' told me that I had to go, and it seems to me that it was either mom, or someone that looked a lot like her. So I was transported up to the top of the cliff, and I think I remember seeing some houses and hills up kind of where I was, and I could see the river way down below me.

The time of day was either late in the evening, or it was very early in the morning. It was overcast, and it was fairly dark. I had a sense of just standing around and wasting time even though I knew I was supposed to be getting ready and getting dressed for my test. After a little while, I think my instructor showed up and told me to get ready because the helicopter was supposed to be there at 4:25. Even though I was told 4:25, it somehow registered as being 4:15 when it was supposed to be there, but it's like the two numbers were the same.

I think I got up to the top of the cliff at 3:45, and I was supposed to be ready within the half hour. I think it was actually later than the time that the chopper was supposed to be there, so I hurried up and got ready and dressed, and just as I did, the chopper showed up. I reached up, and the thing was no bigger than a Matchbox car, but I held on to it while it flew me back away from the edge of the river, and then we turned around and went towards the edge of the cliff.

Just as I got over the edge, I let go and rolled myself up into a ball and did a forward somersault as I went down into this big tube that was just big enough to be comfortable to fall through. I came out the other end and landed in the cold cold river, but I don't remember feeling the cold water. I just remember being in the water. Then my instructor was there and I walked up onto the bank with her and some of the rest of the class.