Wars and manicures

Last night i was a member of some sort of guerilla army that was attacking the enemy in some kind of desserted mansion.  We fought them for ages and the more we injured them the more they stopped looking like humans and started looking like robotic machines (kind of like the terminators when you blast their skin off.)  Eventually there were only three of us left and we were trying to call for a helicoptor to come and pick us up, unfortunately the robot/humans could pick up cellular waves and were coming after us but the helicoptor swooped down in the nick of time and carried us to safety.  This dream morphed into another one where i was working in some kind of ultra girly mall type thing that had clothes shops and hairdressers and also a manicure place.  My job was to push peoples cuticles back using this purple goopy stuff and an ice block stick.  The funny thing was that while i was doing people's nails i was thinking about the war kind of like it happened in my dream self's past life.