Last night I had this dream that
the Emergency Response Team was an elite fighting force. The Fellows were the generals or masterminds
behind our tactics and guided our actions from HQ while the second years served
as their eyes, ears, and voice out in the field. On this particular day the whole team was
sent on a suicide mission… and my group was the only one that survived. Our squad consisted of four first years and a second year, Zoe was one of the first years but I cannot recall the other two. Anyways, we scrambled to our evac site and set up a
perimeter while Chelsea Catalano, our leader, made contact with HQ. The tension was shattered by a couple of gun
shots. I turned around to locate the
threat only to find Chelsea with a remorseful look on her face. Hesitating for a moment, she turned the
barrel of her gun toward me and fired. I
could hear the following shot that doomed Zoe, but I was too crippled by the
shock to do anything about it. After an
agonizing couple of minutes everything went black.
I don’t know how I collected this
bit of information, but in my dream the ERT had some means of reincarnating its
members. That’s why the lights are
always flickering in the warehouse of a basement we have; the power is being
diverted to another chamber. When we
were brought back we had no memory of our previous mission—except this time
when I came to I remembered everything.
Chelsea was there and I got the vibe that she was the one who allowed me
to retain my thoughts. For the rest of
my dream I was inconsolable. I was
approached and debriefed about our next mission but I was being uncooperative
when I actually woke up.
Fun stuff! Anyways, we’re back in the Elk Zone this week
to continue where we left off. Today was
a little tricky as the nozzle on my sprayer was missing. This malfunction resulted in the faulty piece
of equipment shooting in the 4 directions of the compass. It was kind of like a water sprinkler kids
would love to play in… only, you know, potentially poisonous. So I spent our shortened day dodging myself
while attacking an infestation of Sericea.
I surprisingly came back to our housing without a drop on me. Now to go enjoy some brinner. Later all!
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