Last night, I dreamt I was fighting in an underground server farm. The entire base smoked up, smouldering. Light barely escaped from the holes up top. Soldiers fought in tight spaces, using the best cover they could to shoot the enemy scattered amongst broken equipment. No snipers present. Men scrambling with SMGs and a couple brave souls using assault rifles to secure the long, black hallway. Beyond foot steps and computer sparks, only silence. Only the glow of malfunctioning buttons and smell of smoke were left to be felt.
The reality? It was a Call of Duty dream. I made a god damn DLC map in my head and dreamed I was playing it.
Why can’t I dream of tea parties and old school days like I used to? -_-