I was a homeless-kind of person, living in the back of a large white van that I presumably drove (despite not knowing how to drive). I was invited into a homeless shelter and made myself some disgusting raw egg AND cooked egg, stirring them together into a terrible mess. I was insulted for doing this, and as a result imagined myself reaching out and slapping the guy. He fell down. Everyone was shocked and some official type grabbed me and told me that I was abusing my psychic powers, of which I was surprised to have any!
This somehow lead into a chase where I fled in my white van (scary because I don't know how to drive) and ended up in an abandoned construction site, where I ran up to the top floor and was cornered on the roof by a squad of policemen and shot repeatedly.
THEN I woke up and was in a hospital bed! Inside a strange place that was apparently there to be a school for newbie psychics-magic-whatevers. I had to attend mandatory classes, and the first (and only one I dreamed having) was mostly about how we were to follow orders and eventually would have to serve the government as agents. I made a pyrokinetic friend who gave me a ball of fire as a gift, and I annoyed the whole class when, during the "Telepathy review", I ended up broadcasting Rebecca Black's "Friday" to everyone. Whoops!
Then, the school came under siege by rebel psychics and the school was divided into civil war between rebelling students and loyalists.
