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Dream 3: Counterstrike Live Maybe an indication of what's on my mind...? Just like the other two, it's tossed down here exactly as I had written it this morning, typos, logical errors and all... in my dream, i'm plaing counterstrike. Cept...i'm not just sitting out here at my comp PLAYING but i'm like..IN it. I'm part of the Terrorist team on cs_assault. We're waiting on the upper level for the CT's to come and for once, the entire team of maybe five guys/girls are listening to me and waiting in the little bend there waiting for the CT's to grab the hosties and try to make a run for it. I think tat one other guy was waiting on the catwalk on the other side of the building. We wait...and as I peek out, I can see a ct exiting the vent so I duck back around the bend and wait. I also hear the vent cover breaking apart as another CT drops in in front of the hostie room. We wait...hear them opening the doors, grabbing the hosties, then all noises stop. 'It's because they've started walking' I think to myself. I wait until the last possible moment and then strafe out with my AK and they're RIGHT there where I thought they would be. My entire team pops out as well and we all start shooting away, allowing the recoil to carry the shots up from the chest to the head. There was a lot of blood....but we wonn the match thanks to the guy on the far catwalk that snuck up behind them and totally fucked them up. At the end of the round, I frantically switch guns around their dead bodies, hoping for a colt but no such luck and the start of the next round finds me holding an MP5. The enxt round begins...and somehow, we're on cs_assault_upc. I spawn on the bottom elevel this time and am waiting for the CT's to try get in through the front door when my teammate, a girl, drops next to me from the second level, says, "rush like immigrants," and charges out the door with another girl. What choice do I have but to follor? We rush out, and they go and duck behind some sort of van which isn't actually part of the actual map and begin to climb onto the ledge that leads to the roof. I see two CT's on the roof, trying to make it down to the vent cover at the side of the building. I take careful aim with my MP5 and start firing single shot bursts at them due to the long distance. The person that I'm firing at is Gigi from my Linguistics class last semester. i count whie I shoot and fired twenty shots at her that all hit before she manages to duck over the curve of the roof. I'm outrages...20 shots with an MP5 should be more than enough to kill anyone, hell, 20 shots with a Glock to the foot would kill someone. the two girls on my team that rushed out make their way to the roof and one of them drops back down to join me. CT's come out with the hosties....and suddenly, it's like a parking lot and the rescue point is in this...car? Maybe a minivan. They get three of them...but one ct witht he last hostie is sort of lagging. I'm not there but my teammate, the girl with a glock is chasing after them. I start shouting at her, telling her to forget the CT, that she had no chance but to shoot the hostage so that their team wouldn't get money next round. I remember standing by the passenger side of the van with a pearl handled straight razor at the throat of one of the other hostages, screaming till I was red in the face at the last ct, telling him that if he didnt' stop, i'd cut this guy's neck wide open... He doesn't stop...my teammate manages to plug a round in the hostages head and he falls. I tense my arm witht he knife...begin to rip it backwards in a brutal movement and see the blood fly... I woke up. And there you have it...The CS is from...well, CS. The 'pearl-handled straight razor' at the end, that's from the Stephen King novel "The Dark Half," wielded with murderous efficiency by George Stark. Strange...you think? |