I had an awesome dream last night where there was this giant Arctic Blast with newer Nerf colors. It was a little bigger than a HydroBlitz and had an actually capable pump. I had said that we had a 2500 in the next room, but it was disassembled. Sam felt pretty confident in the new gun and picked it up rather than putting the 2500 back together.
We went out side as it was getting dark and some other people were gathered out in the woods behind my house. The idea was to wait until it got dark and then hit up the woods. It was public land, but we didn't want any "concerned parents." A phrase my mind must have pulled from a conversation I had on Sunday.
Rob was out in the woods, kneeling on the ground next to a bunch of waterballoons, putting a strap on one of his camoflouged 10ks and for some reason my brother and sister were involved. I don't know who our opponents were, and we really didn't say much of a plan out loud. Everything was carried out very stealth like. I remember Stephen and Keith ambushing some people at point blank range and driving them into a stream.
My dreams tend to have a lot of holes in them, unlike Rob's, so I don't even remember what I was using. I may not have even imagined what I was using or looked down. I just remember organizing the attack. The battlefield was a pine forest and the pine straw was very quiet. There were dense groves of privet and other lowland underbrush on the edge of the battlefield, which is where Stephen and Keith were. However, the odd thing about all that was that the lowland forest was actually a little uphill from the pine forest, which should have been reversed. There was definitely a stream of some type going through the lowland forest, but the stream was on top of the hill instead of in the valley. Sam had broken away to meet up with Keith and Stephen and press the flag from behind. SEAL and Rob and I pushed the main attack which was a lot of heavy shooting (SEAL had a 2000 and my brother and Danny had 1500s). My sister had a Gorgan and Tony had a Python 2. There were with some other people (I think Nick and my friend Paul) on the opposite edge.
I couldn't see our opponents at all except for shadows, but it was clear that they were very numerous and either had lesser firepower or were poor shots. Nick was having some trouble on our left, but Keith, Stephen, and Sam routed the right flank from the lowland forest (which was actually upland) and came up behind the flag. The giant Arctic Blast shot like a Power Pak on saturator and they took the flag.
Most all of this was carried out in silence. The vibe was a mix of anticipation before a big event and relaxing after a big victory, like a sports championship or something, except I was experiencing that as a combination during the fighting. It was almost like what I imagine sleepwalking is like, or that feeling you get after you've been on rollerblades for a long time or a treadmill and you still feel like you're floating around.