Dream: The Infiltration

In the dream, I believe there was some kind of war going on and I was a soldier.  The first thing I remember was standing on the roof of a building.  The building reminded me a little of a castle.  As I watched from the roof, a tornado came and winds stirred the water of a lake right in front of the building.  The next thing I remember is being inside the building with a bunch of others my age.  We were called in to a room by an elderly officer; there was another officer in the room as well.  As we walked in, he complimented us on how convincingly we pretended to be black.  From that I gathered that the war had something to do with racism.  We were black double agents who infiltrated the white camp pretending to be white people disguised as black people in order to “infiltrate” the black camp.  The officer said that our impersonations were so convincing that he had to test us to make sure that we were in fact white.  I cannot remember what the tests were, I only remember that he asked me a question to which I had trouble answering.  Throughout the tests, the officer misplaced his gun numerous times.  He always made a number of comments implying a homosexual relationship with the other officer, though I had thought he was joking.  At the end of the tests, he expressed his approval of us and made a homosexual comment directed at us to the disapproval of the other officer, revealing that they were indeed in a homosexual relationship.  He sent us off to our mission but called me back to talk.  He told me that I had given wrong answers to all the questions and that he knew I was black.  He said he was going to kill me and went for his gun but his gun was not in the holster.  I took the opportunity to run to the hallway.  Making use of the fact that only that officer knew I was an enemy, I calmly walked past a group of females to the exit.  I decided not to leave, however, because I knew that walking out alone would raise the suspicion of the guards patrolling outside.  I walked back to where the other officer and my comrades would be coming out, waited for the hallway to clear, and waited, hiding behind a corner.  As they came through the door, I spotted the officer and ran toward him, punching him in the face.  My comrades kept walking as if oblivious while I finished beating the life out of the officer.  I noticed white soldiers amongst my comrades and immediately doubted whether they were in fact my comrades.  As I warily rejoined the group, however, I recognized every one of them as soldiers from my camp.  Realizing that I was now safe, I raised my arms in triumph as we walked out of the building.