It's during WorldWar II. I'm being treated like a princess because it's my birthday coming up. Everything seems to be going my way - focused on me - very smooth. Lots of events planned throughout the week. Jeff S. is asking around about who wants to go to Paris to cook. Me, me, me - but he kind of ignores me and only talks about it with the everyone else. I'm living in this kind of large building with different wings and guests are staying all over the place. I climb around it like it's a jungle jim. On the day before my birthday they are having bands play in a concert barrack across the way. I kind of dont want to go - I want to go to Paris. But I go with my camera. It's a long hall and is set up to have about 3-4 bands. There are 3-4 stages going all the way down. One band starts playing. I start shooting but people are rushing over and getting in the way of every shot. Another band is setting up so I go over. They are all females. I start shooting again but my camera keeps freezing and all the audience rushes over again (they are also all females) leaving the other band to play to no one.  Turns out the next day they will be shipping off the men to war. First, I see the German boys driving off to war - then the French. As I walk through my house/castle I look out the window and see the Americans in line - marching out of the building and into trucks. No!! I am balling my eyes out. Don't go! My parents are the king and queen and tell me I should show a positive look so as not to frighten the boy soldiers. I try but it is too hard. The front of the castle is lined with one of those expansive castle gardens with white rocks - very flat and manicured. I go through the house and see the last of the boys. Some of them are my friends and they are getting ready to go. Then the sargeants take a box of snakes and hold them up. Some people are cheering. It is a ritual to release the snakes in the building to make sure all the soldiers have left. The trucks drive off. My dad (not the king at this point) is saying how lucky he was not to have to go - he got out of it because he was a strategic planner. He was only 35.  In order to make me feel better, there is a memorial tree/bush planted on a deck to make me feel 'at home' and a little house-like structure on the end of the dock that I can sit in and stare at the tree. Instead, I am in the water, in the sea - pretty far out when I come to a tiny island that doesn't come above the water but that I can still stand on. It comes to a point and ten drops off into the ocean. I notice now that it is right near the dock and actually is dangerous as someone could break their neck if they jumped and didn't know there was an island there. [Jeff S. = acquaintance from college]