It was this dream I had last night...

Maybe it's the TV I've been watching...or the fantasies that Americans have with war...but I had a dream that when I woke up, I assumed I was dead.
I want you to picture army headquarters looking like Hogwarts from Harry Potter. West Point but with a whole old castle and fortified walls and a moat. I was skiing on the ski slope when I see two Apache helicopters come over the ridge. Holy shit, that's the navy! I ski back to tell my superiors yelling, "The navy is coming!" I was Paul Revere on Skis. We batten down the hatches and I run upstairs, not having enough time to go to my quarters and run into Alex's room, but he's not there. Everyone's running around screaming and yelling, trying to find guns, armour...this isn't a drill, the navy really has come to take the Army down. I find Alex's M-16 leaning up against a wall in his room and open the stained glass windows, Jason comes up next to me with his gun and there they are, in droves...dressed as Redcoats, The navy has come to take us down. The electricity dies and we're sitting in the darkness, looking through the action through the barrels of the guns. Jason says we better start firing and I agree. I've never shot an M-16 before. I pull the trigger and fall back and hit my head on the hardwood flooring. I feel blood at the back on my neck but manage to stand up and fire again. I can feel the bloodlust going through me...no one messes with my headquarters.
We ran downstairs to round up more ammo and the navymen are almost dead...piles of dead redcoats are seen everywhere. The army then breaks out into celebration. While the bodies are being burned, we retire to the dining room, some of us covered in blood, some of us missing...Alex was missing. We manage to not mourne about the dead but drink wine from goblets stored in the basement, eat bowls of mac and cheese, and party till 1 AM when I was called away from a special assignment.
The Army has requested that Jason and I become spies for Iraq. They give me a small flat panel monitor on a string and tell me to be careful...using my fighter plane, Jason and I fly on dangerous low level missions around the no fly zone...constantly being hit by enemy missiles. The small monitor around my neck keeps beeping, taking pictures...picking up radioactive materials. The Iraqis start to follow us and Jason loses ground and crashes on Iraqi rt.22...I manage to help him before he explodes and we're back to Army headquarters. The general congratulates me and Jason and lets us go skiing again.

this dream has a sort of "Lord of the Rings," "1984" "Harry Potter" feeling to it...but I don't know how to feel about myself when my imagination is coming up with these dreams...do I have problems?