What is the meaning in a dream of country

There was a man. He was magical and bright. He looked like a King like the ones from old paintings. He had a handsome & stubbled face. He was around somewhere in his late 30's. I think I was enal enamoured by him. I don't remember it vividly, its all in a haze. I He loved me, I And I loved him. It suppose was a only hill station it was like he was the warmth I had. I think he was a king of a magical country that I had no idea of. But, he was married and he had kids. He was forced to make a choice. I was with friends and suddenly a young woman took my hand and began leading me away from my friends. Once we were far enough, she said he'd chosen me. She was his wife, the mother of his children. She walked me to a basement and I saw. my family there, He was there, too, with his children. I then realised that she would still be his wife and I would surely be the second option, always. Yet, I agreed and there was a ceremony after that. All my friends were there, majority of them were boys. Their faces were obscure but I saw a few familiar ones; Amrutha, Ananya, Samarth, Aditya, Hitesh, Rakshit One by one would put a kind of flower in my hair and tie a thread around wrist. Then, they sat apart from the rest the attenders. No matter how much tried to make them smile and talk, they didn't. They were not happy to be there. It was time for them to leave and slowly they disappeared. Next thing I know, I won was running the balcony, hoping to spot them on street. I saw them, all of them walking. away like it was nothing. But Samarth turned back and looked at me. I didn't want them to go away, to leave like that. But I understood that if I married this man, I would lose all my friends forever. I love them, all of them and for the first time the chill of the hills hit me and I wouldn't feel the warmth. Before I could do anything else I woke up

My family was at my aunts house out in the country. We were having a family party like every Saturday. Until these people dressed in white started asking for all the kids. I was then handing them my siblings and ran away until I looked back and saw that they were killing the kids and my uncle was helping them. Everyone was screaming at him and I ran, got my siblings and hid them in a secret room. I went outside and saw them trying to find the kids. After a while they started leaving, I grabbed my siblings, ran to the car and drove off.

There is a place in my dream, that i have never seen in real life. The first time I dreamt about this place was when i was a little, its been almost 20 years that i still go to the same place in my dream. Its a place because its always the same, everything its always the same. I don’t do anything in the dream, only over the years i have walked in the neighbourhood, i have stayed in my house, same balcone, same couch, same view from the window, i have just discovered the place more and more and nothing changes. That place that i dream of its nothing of the country im from, like the walls,or the lights on the street, or the building. I have googled many places do see if it’s actually a real place in the world, a lot of similarities with some countries but not exactly the same as in my dream. Basically, in this place i have a life, i live there, but not a lot happens, and every time i go there now after this many years it feels like Im not sleeping, like a second home which i know its in a dream and I choose what i want to do. Like deep sleeping but still so wide awake.