Dream; Four nations

We were all part of some sort of theatre or dance group. And then we split up into four groups. Those four groups each had a leader, someone who would then pick his group. Mine was picked, and I was glad to be part of it. Then we all moved out of the theatre. I started screaming that we all had to move, and leading my group up hill. They followed, mostly fast enough. We got up a hill and a flash flood came, from two sides. There was one more girl too far below, and the leader of my group and I ran back down to help pull her up, but she was swept away. As the water subsided, we realized she was still there, and we went down and got her, dragging her up just as the waters rose a last time. The other three groups had been down below, only I had known danger was coming. Somehow someone must have survived, because the four groups then became four families or villages, from here on out they would become their own little tribes and maybe eventually nations. I then left one day to visit one of the other groups. At this time, my real life mother was the queen of our group. But when in the threatre people had been picked, they had just randomly picked, not thinking about the future, so a different leader had picked my father. I went down to visit him. He was very sad, but for some reason refused my invitation to reunite with my mom. He was the king of that land, and I think both of them just felt a kind of loyalty to their people, and couldn't walk away from their responsibilities. They were very sad. I left to try to find a way to fix it. One of the boy from my dad's people came with me. He had been in the threatre. He was a big fellow, with a square face, and young. He wasn't good looking at all, but he felt safe and protective and kind. We went. The dream got really beautiful at this point. We went into a forest with a long wooden covered bridge running the length of the river. Kind of a boardwalk. A very beautiful girl came up to me at this point, with a sword, to rob us. I fought her and quickly took the sword from her and was using it to hold her at bay. Turns out I had a knack for sensing danger, and for fighting. This was why I was one of the first theatre people to be chosen into a group. As she followed, trying to get the sword, and me using it to keep her from getting close enough to take it, I asked her if she was an elf, which she was. She had a lovely face and bright blond hair. No pointed ears! No. She had green clothing on, and flowers in her hair. The boardwalk finally crossed the bridge, and I wanted to swim into the water. She was starting to turn loyal to me and told me best not to, because of all the poisonous eels swimming around. There were hundreds, relatively small things, mostly on the surface of the water. So at this point we discovered I also was like banshee in x-men and could scream and scare all the eels away from a directed area. So she got into the water and turned into a swan or a duck or a goose. Something. And swam around for me instead. We crossed the bridge and the lake, and got out. The trail had three paths from there. Two went downward and kind of straight, the other was on our left and went up the hill. I decided to go up. Oh, it was so beautiful and real at this point in the dream. I also was very aware of dreaming, and consciously choosing to try and sleep longer, wondering how much longer I could stay asleep. We went up the hill, and I saw all the snow and realized that a character from one of my past dreams would be useful here. The time I had been a girl who could control water. But I couldn't get myself to become her. Soon though she came into the dream. She had mousy brown/grey hair, and was much more plain looking. She also used the water clinging to us to pull us down a bit, just make us heavier and have a harder time going up hill. Mostly she did that to the elf. But also to me and the square-faced young man from my dad's people. The water-controlling girl was trying to protect the queen of the forest, who lived at the top of the hill. We finally saw her. She was the biggest tallest gnarliest pine tree in the forest. She was huge, with a root system at the bottom that was big enough to build a house under. She was very thick and straight and tall, with only a few young green pine branches at the very top. She was very old. And definitely a tree spirit. In the house in her roots she took human form for us. She let us in and then all four of us; young man, me, water controlling girl, and beautiful elf, we all trusted each other and became a team, and it now included the forest spirit queen. Soon some men came to fight us or her, I don't know. But I went out to them with the elf's sword and was able to kill many of them. I don't know if I've ever killed people quite like that in a dream before. Like I was consciously choosing to be the person who cuts throats and stabs people. Like a soldier. It was strange. Then we went back to the cabin under the roots, and stared around at the surrounding mountains, at the homes, at the lakes below (lots of lakes below. It was like a river had been dammed up several times along the valley, creating multiple lakes as you went along, sometimes only separated by a thick line of rocks dumped in as dams. I mentioned how the lakes in Switzerland are bigger, which was true. But still they were beautiful. Then we went to nana and papa's new log cabin at the top of the mountain. And that's when I woke up, no longer able to hold the dream. But I should have woken up at the theatre. Actually, that's why I can't remember what happened in the threatre. That was before my alarm went off, and all this stuff after is what happened as I tried to stay asleep. I really liked that plain-looking strong boy. He was a good kid.