...did I become the evil queen?

Date: 11/26/2017

Been trying to remember this all day, but I can still only get bits and pieces... I had been chosen along with several dozen other people to be leaders of our respective groups of people. We were all gathered in this huge courtyard, in a circle, and given our nations colors. They were handed out to us in the form of flags, but they were more like robes or capes that we were to wear. I was given the colors red, white, and blue, but it was in solid stripes similar to the French flag. I remember the guy whose nation was nearest to mine had orange, navy, and gray. He did something in the dream, but I don't remember what. Anyway, I return to my country with our new colors, and time flashes forward several years. And while the previous part had been modern and present day, this was now Middle Ages, fantasy type setting. I'm in a restaurant or tavern type place, with everything made of thick, scarred wood, and lit with candles and torches. I'm seated in a high backed chair, my nations colors draped around me and a crown like lady liberty's on my head. Many of my citizens are seated around me, on the floor and on benches, eagerly listening to the stories I have to tell them. Some sort of altercation happens, not sure what, but I end up with my hand around the neck of this servant girl. She's terrified, begging for mercy. A few of the other tavern workers plead as well. The girl is holding an apple pie. I take it with my free hand, take a deep breath of its scent, and then throw it violently to the floor, the whole thing shattering and splattering all over the townspeople. They all clamor backwards in surprise, and now they're afraid of me too. The woman who is head of the tavern staff begs me again to let the girl go, saying she meant no harm. I tighten my grip and say, "No. I want her dead. She deserves to die." And then I straight up choked her until her head exploded. The only other thing I really remember is later during the night when I came back to a dream where I was in this same tavern, but as my modern day self, sitting on the floor and mashing apples in a glass pie plate. I was very frantic about it, trying to continually go faster. My brother asked me what I was doing, and I said I had to make all the applesauce so that the villagers would be safe. I kept spilling what was essentially now apple juice on myself, which irritated me, but I couldn't stop. I had to keep going.