For the sad, lonely, and underappreciated. We are a community of misfits that need each other for encouragement.
Maybe the men I saw in my dreams were the spirits of the men who died in battle. During the war in Afghanistan many soldiers died; the base had ceremonies every week where the coffins of the deceased were sent back home for burial.
Maybe instead of it being some kind of nightmare, it was a way to show me that they need a voice to speak up for them. Amazing!