Mobile Task Force
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, 10-18-2016 at 08:37 AM (424 Views)
I am part of a task force. I think I am a tech specialist rather than a fighter. We are sitting in the VTOL as we are briefed to ambush and take over an enemy base. It is dark when we land, and we rush out. I am to head towards a building in the centre of the base, as we fight our way through ruins and buildings of smooth black stone. My squadmates are with me, but we are spread out as we attack the surprised soldiers from the dark, shooting our way through like knife through butter.
We take control of the base, and I am called in to deal with the central building. I pay attention to my squadmate's instructions, which make me realize that I am dreaming. At which point I stop paying attention to him and start to examine my hands and stabilize myself instead. My hands are freakishly small, and my right hand has about eight fingers. Regardless of my attempt to stabilize, I wake up.