FryingMan

+(f) road car race, I'm driving in a car and racing with other cars along a winding hilly road

+ FPS game: I've ordered and set up a huge (1.5 meters on a side) square highres computer monitor on my bed against the wall. I'm standing at the end of the bed appreciating its huge and awesome picture. I'm anticipating playing the game, people will come and watch me here and be amazed. I will set up a stand for the controls. I think this is the reason I've ordered and installed this monitor. I have a brief thought of using it to view some salacious material but don't think of this long.

I sign in to the game and begin playing, then my view is in the game itself, not watching it on a screen. It's a CTF game. There are incoming enemy light armor guys going for my flag, I'm shooting them with a shotgun. Then I decide to go on the offensive. I slide down the very edge of the map on the right hand side. It is dark and hazy and there are large hills all around. I'm on a recon mission, scouting enemy base and territory. The closer I get to the enemy base the more "red triangle" (enemy team) characters I see. I'm sure I will be seen soon.

I'm "flying" along the top of a fence and approaching an intersection where tons of enemy combatants are walking around. Visuals become live action, not game-y or computer-y any more. Some leader walking on the ground sees me and calls me to come down. I get into a discussion with him, his name is (Dave?). I'm half walking/flying and talking with him, putting a hand on his shoulder blade and leading him along the street, telling him, "Dave, you know how this works, there is military intelligence and there is military action, " I think I say this a few times and the dream ends.