Dream About Military Outpost Tornadoes Zombie Enemies Boston

My dream starts with me in the military and war has broken out between an unknown force. We are out west, probably Oklahoma, when bad weather starts to happen. One tornado after the other comes by our military outpost and destroys everything we had. The clouds where oil black and where the sun broke through, the sun was a smoky bronze. As time went by, our buildings we lived in became nothing more than mattresses on the floor. We lived in a plywood building with three walls. Mud was on the floor and we where all unclean. As I'm laying on my mattress, I hear a Sargent tell a young kid he wasn't welcome in our camp site. As a lied on my mattress, I heard the young boy explain that he had no where else to go. As I listened, I realized I knew that voice. It was the voice of my 6 year old son. Being at war with an unseen enemy in America, something happened to them. I asked him what happened to his mother, brother, and sister, and he tells me that they all died. The military threw them out of the base after the last tornado went through the base. A few days later, another tornado hit the unprotected camp my family was staying in where they all died but my youngest son. As he lays down to get some sleep, I go out to ask what happened, why no one told me, and tell them my son is staying with me. As time goes on, the tornados start to get worse eventually there is no escaping them and we are told to abandon the area. As I grab my son to leave, a massive tornado hits the camp before people could get to shelter where thousands die. One young man had been hit by a falling satellite dish and broke his neck. This boy still lived but when I was performing first aid, the medic came over and broke his neck. He then explained to me that we did not have the time or expenses for it. My son and I then run for our lives leaving one camp after the other trying to find a safe place to stay. As we leave, we see the military doing terrible things to citizens of America. They where killing orphans, shooting the injured, and burning everything they see. At one point a group of military men where pouring cement over a culvert with trapped kids inside. Seeing as nothing could be done, my son and I ran on. As we entered abandoned parts of the city, bombs started to fall and level the city we where just in. Once we cleared the city, a nuke fell over the city and destroyed it completely. My dream stops there for a while, but when it restarts I am an officer in the US Army and the war has changed. We know who the enemy is. I am in Boston Massachusetts and my military unit is camping out of Fennway Park. Once I introduce myself to my men, my authority is questioned and I tell them all to prepare for a patrol into enemy territory in two days. The men I am suppose to lead do not like this and call me out on being new. They then trick me into entering a room with a dozen or more of the enemy and hear is where I see the enemy for the first time. To make the description short, they are zombies. Pale face, bruise like spots on there bodies, and burnt looking arms. They do not talk or show any intelligence. As I find out that I was betrayed, I take out a sword and kill all 12 of the zombies without even breaking a sweat. To the shock of my men, they let me out of the glass room where I tell them we will still be going on that patrol. As I sit there and clean my swords, I was asked why I carry the sword and my response was that swords don't run out of ammo. Then an alarm goes off Fennway starts to get over run. As we fight for our lives, several people who where using guns got swarmed and bit where people using swords, knives, or standing still, did not attract attention. Once the battle was over, we quarantined the infected and waited. I then went to the top of Fennway to get a better look at Boston and what I see startles me. Boston is gone and is nothing but a smoking ruin except for Fennway. As I stand there looking over Boston, a thought came to me. Where was my Son? I then woke up.