Blue Bombs

I'm going to start this blog off with a few old dreams I've had and had the mind to write down. This one is just from last night, though.

I was with a big group of friends. I don't remember everyone that was there but I do remember M, VP, C, C's sister, E, E's boyfriend A, and A's sister, who probably doesn't exist but in my dream she did, and she was our age and her name was Vanessa, V.  We were somewhere downtown. We had to split up. M, VP, C’s sister and E went into one building, saying they’d meet up with the rest of us later. Me, A, V, and C went into another. We talked for a while, waiting for the rest of them to come join us. Suddenly, A shouted for everybody to get down. We all dropped and lay flat against the ground. I saw a brilliant, blue flash. We got up, and looked through a window. I saw a tall office block fall over, knocking another down. They crumbled, agonizingly slow. Another building collapsed. Then, finally, the one that my friends had gone into, a big, wide building, began to fall to pieces. We watched in silence as everything was reduced to rubble. The shock of what had happened settling in; we began to scream, and to cry. I had felt genuinely devastated. I was angry, and heart-rendingly sad. My friends had been killed.
((As an aside, this part of the dream, in particular, scared me badly. When I was younger, and lived in an apartment complex, I had had an intense, but irrational fear of collapsing buildings.))
    We knew we had to go. We didn’t know where, but we had to leave. A seemed to know something about our situation so he became the de facto leader of our group. We travelled for a while. A few times along the way, A shouted to hit the ground, and more of the blue bombs fell from the sky. They were strange. There didn’t seem to be an actual explosion, just a shockwave strong enough to bring down a building. It didn’t seem to affect anything low to the ground. Eventually, we arrived at what looked like a jungle.
In the jungle, we came upon a circular clearing. There was a series of large brown domes. We knew that we had to get into them. We walked to the one at the far edge of the meadow and I knocked on it. The edge rose slightly and a hand came out, holding a sheet of paper and a pencil, and it gave them to us. The sheet said, “What are you doing here?” at the top. C began to write on it, but he was writing badly and messily, so I took the sheet from him and wrote what had happened to us, and that we needed to get into the domes. The edge of the dome rose again and I gave the sheet to the extended hand. The top of the dome flipped open, and inside, there was a white woman and a black man, clothed, under the covers of a bed.
The woman said that we had to pass a challenge to be allowed inside. We accepted and were told to move to the wall of the clearing. We complied, and the edges of the meadow grew and changed until there was a sort of obstacle course ahead of us. Behind us, there was a fence and I knew that we had to get to the other side of it by circling the field. To help us get across, we were given, of all things, Pokemon. We got a Charmander, a Squirtle, and a Tangela. We used the Charmander to burn down a few big trees blocking our path, the Squirtle to fill up a big pit so we could swim across and climb out at the other edge, and the Tangela’s hair-tentacles to slice up a few obstacles in our way. We were about to get to the fence, but for some reason, it was decided that we had failed. The woman floated out of the dome, with a gigantic battery terminal in front of her. It was the proportion of an AA battery case, but the size of a person. One of the indentations was full of a disgusting, crusty build-up. The woman screamed at us to clean out her battery terminal. I used the Tangela to whip out all the crustiness. And then I woke up.