Dream Journal
B had asked me to play Counterstrike with him and his teammates, Jason and Bruce. Instead of sitting at the computers to play, we were all inside of the game. We stood in a parking lot across the street from a tall building. The street was dark and smoky, the sky cloudy, and all of the buildings were dark metal.
Our team had been assigned on defense this turn, and we hid behind vehicles in the parking lot. B The offensive team was positioned in the tall building across the street. The other team had the advantage since they could see us from their elevated positions. They fired shots and we jumped behind a van to wait out the gunfire; two cars around me exploded.
We had to keep moving while cars around us exploded. B stayed right with me, protecting and guiding me because it was my first time playing. He pulled me behind a large semi that was around the street corner.
B held a weapon that looked to be a cross between a spear and a rocket launcher. He moved very close to the semi so that the other team couldn’t see him, and he had me stand further back so I could see the other team in the building. He held out his weapon above the semi and told me to keep watch and tell him when his aim was good.
When his weapon was pointed right at the other team, he fired toward the building and the entire building exploded. The game was over.
I turned around and we were in a subdivision with cute houses and white picket fences. The smoke had cleared and the sun had come out. Bruce stood at a BBQ with a frilly apron on, surely his wife’s or his mother’s, and flipped a steak over on the grill.
Themes: B