Ok, in my dream, I am the supreme commander of a massive army in land I can't identify. With me are to are my best friends, my god brother Chris, and my girl friend Hannah. My army is made up of twelve million men and woman, from many times periods and countries. There were greek Spartans, Roman Legions, english longbow man, british dragoons of the revolution, american minute man, american civil war era troops, both confederate and union, first world war germans, WW2 american paratroops, present day troops of many NATO countries, including aircraft, tanks, and other supporting arms. I wear standard ballistic body armor, but on my back I wear a blood red cloak, denoting me as supreme commander. Chris wears the same, but with a Royal blue cloak, denoting him as deputy commander. Hannah wears a form fitting armor meant to not restrict her movement, for its her speed thats her strength. Her cloak is a glimmering gold, denoting her as specops commander. I hold a roman short sword in my left hand and a SW99 pistol in my right. The opposing force is made up of the demon hell spawn, a twisted, vile mirror image of my army, but with one key difference, there army is all woman, while mine is made up of both genders. The battle is horrific. Armor and Calvary sweep into the field first, tearing each other into scrap metal and bloody bits. Fighter aircraft sweep the skys, engaging in an intricate dance. Infantry sweep the field, either remain at range or engaging in close combat. Then, Chris, no splattered with black blood, tells me that the enemy have breached my flank. I make a tough decision. I order a napalm strike on that flank, even though my troops have not retreated to safety. The F-4's scream over head, dropping there deadly payloads. Then the screams, oh the screams. Soldiers are reduced to charred bones in seconds. This haunts me to this day. Then, I order one final push, and I rush into battle, and I engage in battle with the captain of the demon army. She wore the face of a past love, but that face is mangled and nothing more but a husk. I shoot her in between the eyes, and a great weight is lifted from my shoulders. By the way, this past love broke my heart, but I got over it very recently. The enemy is routed, but to end this once and for all I call three B-52 bombers to drop three tactical nuclear weapons in a mountain pass, vaporizing half there army and sealing them in the hellish nothern mountains. When this is done, I look back upon the field, seeing the injured, the dying, limbs strung about, the grass red with blood. the smell of death and burnt flesh is thick in the air. I fall to my knees, weaping.

Any ideas why I had this dream? Why was it so vivid. I remember every second live as if it really happened.