Makes Perfect Nonsense
I had one of the weirdest dreams last night, and I have a slight idea where it might have come from. And if it doesn't make any sense, don't blame me. Well, you could but that wouldn't be nice.

I'm enrolled in this military school, and just got back from class (the dream started before that--there was (for me) the classic "haven't been to school in several weeks so you don't have any homework done and you were late to class too, to top it off" dream, but thankfully, that part changed). I'm in my dorm room, then I leave again to take my two brothers to the cafeteria/gift store, and my little brother gets this one set of figurines (a cross between the M&Ms and Pokémon) with a shiny disk thingy on it. Back at my dorm room, I put all the new figurines into these small cups that obviously can't hold them.

I'm walking across the dirt field to class again, and I can hear the teacher already teaching, like some sort of voiceover: "sure, you can avoid the ones in the ground, but what if they fell from the sky?"

I look down in a panic to see the ground section itself apart, and rocket launchers appear. I then look up and see bombs falling from above. I start scrambling across the field, and make it safely to the other side.

Turns out I evacuated to the wrong side. I'm ordered to go back across the field to the ladder against the other wall and climb to safety. All around me, the other soldiers and civilians are doing the same. It's one massive battle, and not everyone makes it to the other side.

I'm at the halfway point when one of my classmates (who's a M&M Pokémon figurine now) calls to me. Distracted, I don't see the bomb heading for us and we get picked up by the water tornados (I said this wasn't going to make sense!). Shannon (my GM, remember him?) is calling out orders and everyone's fighting to get back to the ground. I'm a water serpent now (maybe a Gyarados, not sure), so I don't have too much trouble flying halfway back down, with my M&M Pokémon buddy clinging. The tornado blows us back up to the top, though, and Shannon feeds everyone these tiny shiny spheres (like those they use for cookie decorations), giving me a good handful.

You know how a Gyarados roars? Well, if not, it's not so much a roar so much as a screaming roar. Or a roaring scream. Whichever it was, I was doing that as I tore past all the tornados (and I'm hoping that I didn't actually roar-scream for real--that'd probably freak out my parents), and made it to the ladder, where I turned back to my normal self, as did my M&M Pokémon figurine companion. Shannon was pleasantly shocked to see that. Our general, my old high school principal, congratulated us on surviving, then told us to check on our teacher. Something about him being sorely wounded. M&M-Pokémon-figurine-dude-who's-now-a-human-again panics (because I'm guessing this guy is both our teacher and our platoon leader) and wonders if he's ok. I tell him that Sparky (Sparky?!) is fine--nothing can keep him down.

Then I wake up. Man, the best part was flying past all those tornados. ^_^