Sweet wake...

I just recently awoke from my medicine induced sleep, and I feel that my limbs are of a substance similar to rubber. I feel that sleep intrudes upon my mind like a disease invading the organic beings of the land.
I dreamed about her yet again, as has become custom. It was a violent dream of war, I was some sort of commanding officer hired under one of the two factions at play, and I was raiding a city. I commanded my soldiers to enter all the surrounding buildings and kill all, civilians and military.
It was the better tactical decision as we had no use for men and women who had the morals and ideas of the enemy, as that would only make them highly capable of killing us in our slumber.
We marched and slaughtered to the center of the city towards the center which consisted of a massive tower.
We had to take and hold this structure until reinforcements would arrive many hours later. The enemy would most likely be here within the hour, and that fact forced us to seize the tower and the surrounding buildings in a defensive position.
I walked through the halls of the tower with a company of three dozen men behind me, and yet another dozen in front, clearing the spaces in front of me.
All went well until we got to the last stairway leading up to the roof, which was planned to be the command post of our defense. There were up to twenty men standing at the doorway to the roof, gunning down the dozen that moved ahead of me.
My men only managed to eliminate at the most four of their numbers.
Not a few seconds later they triggered a mine trap behind us, utterly disintegrated one and a half dozen of my  men behind us. I ordered a grenade to be thrown, these grenades had a cluster explosion that tended to seek itself towards the closest organic creature, and made quick work of the enemy soldiers.
I ordered a scout droid up the hallway. The scout droid, being a hovering object roughly nine inches in diameter, was the perfect instrument for this kind of situation.
After being informed that there was only three civilians remaining of the estimated ten, all unarmed with no metal on their persons, I pressed on with myself as point for my squad.
As I reached the roof, I ordered my men to secure all vantage points and radio in the equipment and personnel required for a command post of this magnitude.
I then moved to deal with the three remaining civilians personally. I saw two women and a child.
I saw that the child had no knowledge of what was going on, and was merely playing, with his toy pelican transport, and decided to igore him at the moment. A child could be trained, and did not have to be eliminated.
I looked at the woman that observed the child and all who came near him with great care, and snarled every once in a while at a soldier who walked to close to the child. I could not see much of her face through the dusty and frayed hair, but I had no other thought than that she was a thing of beauty under all that dirt.
She looked very young, but was with no doubt the mother of the child.
All of a sudden the other woman started screaming, and jumped on the nearest soldier, attacking him by biting and clawing at him.
I lifted my gun and fired a shot through her head, splattering the brains over the battlements of the tower.
I had just lowered my gun again, when I saw a blur moving towards me from the side.
I dodged swiftly, many years of military experience coming to my muscles, and quickly grabbed her arm and used my weight to bring her under me as I straddled her chest, holding down her arms with my hand, and her legs with mine.
We stared intensely into each-others eyes for well over ten seconds, despite all of my men watching us with guns raised, ready to end her life.
I was the one to speak first,
-Why did you attack me? I spoke with a calming demeanor, despite the situation.
It went another two seconds before she replied,
-You stepped on my sons toy. This simple reply was not as shocking as it should have been.
I have seen the many ways people deal with war, and this one dealt by denying the war and focusing all pain worry and suffering into protecting her sons every interest.
-I will get him a new one. A simple answer, which in all cases calm the subject down and defuses the situation.
I could just as easily snapped her neck and be done with it, but something held me back. For some reason, I could not bring myself to hurt her. I was shocked at this revelation, as I had no problem killing anyone before.
I had killed infants, women and men alike, without the least regret. But with her, I just... could not.
-See that you do. She said, immediately calm.
I let her go and offered my hand to help her up, but she ignored me and stood up and walked over to her son, who was crying over his toy, which I apparently stepped on when eliminating the other woman.
The son was, unlike his mother, now aware of the situation, and the missing aunt and asked his mother were she went. The mother did not answer, so the boy soon forgot about it and started to sing merrily.
I was called by my scout as he had obviously spotted something through his vision-enhancement visor.
I soon found myself staring at the enemy army marching from the east. This was what we had been waiting for...
-Man the turrets! I want those pelicans downed! Now! I yelled and observed as the twelve turrets on top of the buildings around us power up and face east.
The army approaching, consisted of fifty visible pelicans, each capable of holding twenty men and one ground vehicle. And we had not even seen what kind of ground troops had already been deployed.
-Almost within weapon range, sir!
-Fire on my command! I ordered.
-10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...Within weapon range!
-Fire at will! The air became filled with the deafening sound of twelve ninety-nine caliber turrets firing at ten shells per second.
Five pelicans went down in the first salvo, and ten in the second, leaving thirty-five pelicans in the sky.
-This is ground post five, sir! We just lost contact with ground post one through four!
-Acknowledged! Activate mine fields!
The tower shook with the booms of mines exploding all over the city, as the enemy soldiers and vehicles came to close.
It took about ten seconds for the constant explosions to stop, meaning that a hefty amount of enemies went KIA. A cold smile crossed my lips. By now there were only thirteen pelicans remaining, but only two turrets as well.
As the two turrets took out three pelicans in a few lucky hits, the pelican sent their last salvo of missiles into the building on which the turrets stood, collapsing them with a bang.
We had lost contact with all ground posts, and all the mines had been triggered.
We had only the tower left. There were little over one hundred soldiers in the tower, accompanied by the fifty or so non-combat personnel.
All entered defensive position inside the tower and waited...
A giant roar not unlike thunder echoed at the gates of the tower, and enemies flooded in. They were easily over five-hundred soldiers attempting to enter at the same time. I received reports from all over the tower about firefights, and realized that we did not have much time.
We quickly welded the steel door shut, and aimed our weapons at it, as we heard less and less reports.
Eventually, no reports came in, and we realized that we were the only ones left standing. I fingered the detonator to the charges set around the foundations to the tower as the door in front of me started banging.
I do not know why, but I turned away from the door and walked over to the mother and son and sat next to them. I stretched my hand towards her and she, without hesitation took the detonator in my hand. She looked at me, and then her son, to the door. and just as the door flew outwards, she hit the trigger.
The building collapsed, and we flew downwards with the roof. The enemies in the doorway died almost instantly as the stairway would not hold, as the walls crumbled.
The tower suddenly tilted and tipped, and it sen us flying over it's side.
My last thought was "mission accomplished" before I hit the ground, all the while holding tightly to her son and her.

There you go, my dream exactly as I remember it.
It is a rough text, but it was a very vivid dream.
I see the symbolism in every sentence. Every instance of it has a profound meaning to me.