I am Mustang

and I am ALL COOL except that I'm squatting on the toilet bowl and some strange girl is trying to break down my cubicle door which doesn't have a lock and the door is all jelly-like and wobbles and I don't want to let her in.

The strange girl is tanned and has two braids. She slips a pile of newspapers through the wobbling door.

Danger. I snap my fingers and set the pile on fire. It withers up in a sprinkle (yes, sprinkle) of squealing ashes and green flames.

I've got fire.

(YAY. I GET TO PLAY WITH FIRE.)

(I spent the rest of the dream just setting random things on fire.)