I had a wild dream, just now. I thought about starting a different thread, but decided against it.
I was dreaming that I was on a field trip, back in High School. Everybody piled off of a bus and went into a museum or something. On the way out, it was raining, and a teacher ran to the door and started barking commands at us. He sounded just like a drill sergeant. He was yelling, "The first students to reach the bus are the ones who will become the least wet! Your success in this operation will determine your level of saturation! Do you understand?!"
We all yelled, "Sir, yes sir!"
"Good! Now go, go, GO!"
We were all sprinting toward a bus that never seemed to get closer, and the rain came down harder. After a little bit, the sarge yelled at me, "You need to pick up the pace, fattie! You are-"
And that's where he cut off. I woke up at that moment, and found myself asleep in my living room. I was comfortably reclined. I looked over at the TV, and my dad was playing a game called Desert Storm, and a drill sergeant was yelling at him to sprint a course faster. So that's where that voice came from...