|Last night I dreamed I was in a crowded settlement on an alien world. Sometime in the past, a big swath of land on Earth and all the cities on it had suddenly been teleported to the new planet without warning, so everyone had to pick up the pieces and put their lives and society back together. They weren't doing a great job, what with the totalitarian military government and rampant drug use. There was some hope of reconnecting with other teleported societies, but no one knew if there were any or not.
In this dream, my name is Hana. For whatever reason, I have psychic abilities like energy attacks, defensive barriers, and supernatural self-healing, so the military/government has me on a tight leash (sometimes literally) and makes me scout this alien world. One such place is a desert with constant lightning strikes. The desert is full of green pumpkin-like gourds that attract lightning. Each "pumpkin" glows with blue energy shortly before lightning strikes and explodes it, scattering its seeds across the desert. Since the lightning makes it impossible for soldiers to cross, I'm tasked with crossing the desert, finding a path to any points of interest on the other side. Then the military can build a path of lightning rods for safe travel.
Well, I get into trouble during the scouting mission. Badly injured, low on psychic energy, and lying low in a large glowing cave system. As luck has it, while I can't heal myself psychically, the cave has a weird alien fungus/slime mold that can be applied like a sludgy bandage for decent healing. Problem is, I'm still in trouble and stuck, so as much as I dislike the military, I have to ask them to send support (probably supplies, something they can do despite not being able to send soldiers or most vehicles).
I have a communications device, but it isn't working at this range. Well, shoot. I'd wanted to hide my telepathy ability from the military, but well, no choice. So, rather weakly, I reach out with my mind and...
...at that moment, a red-head government scientist, the kind of guy who wears his labcoat everywhere including parties, is, well, at a party. Totally drugged out of his mind and drooling half-concious on the floor... as it turns out, the perfect mental state to receive a telepathic demand from a stranded scout.
I mentally tell him who I am, order his drugged-up ass to contact his superiors when he sobers up, tell him what to say, tell him my ID number as proof of my identity to the higher-ups, and tell him to NOT FORGET. Of course he forgets, at least until he sees a flower and remembers my name. He gets interrogated by the military, and when they ask why he thinks I contacted him of all people, he thinks back to his drooling drug trip... and instead says "I dunno, maybe she likes me."
(Also, at some point the military discovers and recruits/kidnaps another psychic and starts training him. Despite us being in the same boat, I get the feeling we won't get along very well...)