Crappy Revolution and Ice Island

Trapped in a dirt-floor building with walls of sticks on some kind of compound in the South. We are the unwilling army of a less-than-intelligent would-be guerilla leader with plans of attacking Cuba. Our complaints are less than convincing, however. “I can’t do it on the 5^th, it’s my birthday!” and so forth. We are arguably the biggest bunch of misfits around (mostly college kids, many of them fat girls).
The compound is surrounded by the FBI. At one point they sent everything they had at us, which first consisted of well-trained SWAT soldiers dressed in black. But after this first wave was destroyed by a 6-foot diameter flying red psychic sphere that turned yellow as it passed onto and enveloped the soldiers causing them to explode, the FBI was forced to send it a bunch of sickly ponies and mules, which we mostly just ignored. I do not know who was controlling the sphere.
I had a laptop, and as a result was the second hand man of our moronic leader. I didn’t think his plan was much good but at the same time was unwilling to offer and serious protest. At one point he told me he didn’t agree with relativity theory because when the light was behind him he cast a shadow straight forward. I told him that was because even though light is both particles and waves, it behaves as a particle. Jamil appeared and said that if Newton was around he would disagree, but I countered that Newton would probably agree but would be wrong.
There was also a point at which I battled a large and very strange monster who was alternately a young man, possibly Luke from UC. The battles were not fabulous.

An earlier dream was more interesting and involved some sort of conspiracy to conceal the true purpose of an ice island in the middle of a bay. One could only see its true nature when looking through a tall, thin strip of dark blue translucent tape on a window in a house on the shore. I was trying to get important but open-minded people to look through this tape and corroborate my story so that we might pursue some course of action. The tape also revealed the true nature of certain agents working along with the island forces who appeared to be everyday people but were in fact black wispy featureless figures.
They had tried to arrest me along with the rest of my rock band by framing us but I was warned and was able to escape, an outlaw looking for the truth.