I've been having infrequent FS dreams as part of my jonesing/withdrawal symptoms from starwars games.

The other night it was Tatooine, and a speeder bike encounter. We approached each other down a long stretch of path through ruined buildings, speeder cannons blazing. Realising we were both struggling to hit each other and neither of us willing to close, I rolled off the bike and onto one knee- firing single shots with my A280.
He winged me with some splash damage but I was placing my shots and looking into the lenses of his helmet, reading his body language, I could see he understood he was done for. He dropped off his bike, trying to get his gun up but I had my eye in and dropped him with a last shot.

I remounted my bike and joined the advance into the city. We broke through the other side and two T-1B tanks rushed with me into the enemy's last outpost, ending the match.

On various nights I've been crouching in the bushes on Endor or firing rocket salvoes on Ryloth.
IRL, I've played through the Battlefront 2 campaign on PC and Republic commando, but it doesn't stop the blasterfire in my sleep.

I am Angel and I dream of FS.

''Its over. Angel won.''   RSF Gurd