Walking through a forest in Alaska a ranger type person and I were puzzled to find multiple plastic jugs, milk jugs, water jugs, and other plastic materials dotting the forest floor. I had seen a bird overhead earlier and suspected it was a strange bird collecting plastic containers in its talons and then dropping them near its home. The ranger didn't believe me, even when I pointed out the small holes which could have been talon punctures. Then there were other people in the forest and the dream changed to their story....

A man was in love with a river maiden. She was a ghost that lived or was trapped in the river. He would visit her and fall more in love with her but he could never stay to be with here and could never touch her. His friends didn't know what was going on, but they were worried for him. The young man was quite popular in town and had been betrothed, in a way, to a prominent man's daughter. He cared for the girl, but just wasn't falling for her as he felt he should. He had a best friend that truly loved the prominent man's daughter, but this friend was true and faithful and didn't get in the way of anything. (Oddly enough, no words were spoken in this dream. It was all in looks and gestures, body language. Like those Pixar short films.)
The river maiden told the man in love with her (she loved him, too) that he should go on with his life, that he needed to live and be happy in his mortal life. Sadly, the man recognized this too and went through the preparations for a wedding with the other girl. He tried to be happy and he was never disagreeable...only his entire heart was elsewhere. It saddened him that his heart be there since it could never be granted the happiness of its desires. The day of the wedding came. His bride was as beautiful as a leaf veiled in frost, seeming as frail and sad and cold, too, since she sensed that her groom did not want to be there. She walked to him. He stood next to his best man. When she was by his side, he looked at her, he looked at his best friend and he gave her hands to him. His friend excitedly swooped in and hugged the bride in his arms; she turned from frost to rays of sunshine.
The man, dressed in fine tuxedo, ran toward the forest. There was a tall bridge reaching over the deep river below. Music beat from his racing heart. He cast himself into the current, saying something to himself, expending all the air in his lungs, and he surrendered to the liquid.
A beautiful woman faced an underwater wall of earth, staring as if watching her imagination play sadly across the mud screen. The scene zooms in on her until she turns suddenly as though hearing a voice she thought she'd never hear again. He reached out his clear water hand to her and she glittered like gold reflecting sun under water...