Bare with me here as this dream is quite a long one, and damn confusing at that.

It begins with everyone I know being summoned to the local golf course. We are all standing around, making small talk, when suddenly a huge explosion rips through the air, and I mean this was perhaps the most vivid thing I've ever seen. A huge fireball arch's in the sky, everyone around is almost floored by the shockwave.
My friend N was in a bad way, I tried to help him when to my left I saw a man in a suit laughing quite heartily. I asked him what he thought was so funny, to which he replied;
"Well it's off to war with the lot of you, go on die for me"
I was so angered by the injustice that I spat on his shoe, he merely smiled and said,
"Off to the front with you boy, and ah yes, your friend here too!"

Next thing I know im in WW2 Rangers uniform, and on a beach landing, the beach has already been captured. I wonder around a bit, there's some sporadic fire up ahead, and I notice a general trying to yell orders into a radio. I approach him and ask if it's normal to be nervous before a battle, he said he was scared shittless.
I then hear that my friend H has been wounded, so me and my other friends go to try and rescue him.

When we get to the hospital we find H laying in a bed, I noticed that his bed is actually a map of the world. We then get summoned to go to the front. We pass the gate guard, who are all eating beans and doing jigs. Once from the gate we break into a run, as we can hear the battle ahead. Along the way we pass a group of pimps (!?) admiring each others tricked out rides, we pass them and they don't notice us.

Finally we reach the beach. When we get there, there isn't much going on. I set up a machine gun on a high point facing down on the beach, my friends spread out.
Suddenly we make contact, the enemy (who has no distinctive features apart from brown uniforms) comes around from large rocks on the beach. I open fire and begin to mow them down. A rocket zooms a few inches past my face, then a grenade lands next to me, so I displace and run down to a pot hole, where I continue to fire.
Suddenly, the attack ends, we survey the damage. My friend N couldn't believe he killed someone, I too am also disturbed by the fact I killed someone.

We then decide to go AWOL. Next thing I know we are in the city, some hookers come up to us and offer their service to us, but we refuse. We then go and find a small cabin, drink alot and I rock back and forth on a hamok singing "This is the life, join the army!"

And thats it, if anyone could give me their thoughts as to what it might mean that'd be appreciated. Cheers..