surface vs reality

i fought alongside Napoleon and his armies at the battle of waterloo yesterday. witnessed his defeat. it was ugly, but i managed to escape. so i ran and ran to the english countryside. met a group of people walking. found out there were a couple of Elliots, Musgroves and i think a wentworth somewhere along. they seemed quite pleasant, walking on their way to winthrope, so i followed. noticed in particular this anne. made it known to her sister, mary, and the latter told me that anne was already interested in wentworth. i felt sad. my footsteps slowed down, and pretty soon, the group was nothing but small spots in the distance. i felt a tap on my shoulder. looked around and saw a man behind me. he introduced himself as iago and told me that he had witnessed all that happened during the walk. he then offered to conspire with me to put wentworth out of the equation and assure me anne's hand. i sensed a strange, devilish presence within him, so i declined, and left.
continuing on my escape, i passed by a solitary cottage. politely, i knocked and entered when a woman's voice told me to. the room was dimly lit, but i could make out 3 figures, 2 women and 1 man. i settled myself into a corner and was contended to simply to eat the food the lady of the house had given me. i overhead a plot of intrigue, one where the lady of the house would be willing to take the place of the other lady in sleeping with another man. there was something strangely familiar about the man, but i just couldn't put my finger to it.
pretty soon, it grew dark, and because of the inconveniences i thought i would impose upon the lady, i left the cottage under the cover of darkness. walking along, i reached the edge of a forest. from within i could hear the sweet melodies of nightingales, and even the murmur of human voices. coming into a clearing, i saw 2 men and 1 woman. they were staring at the trees, enjoying the sounds of nature. it seemed pure joyance. i decided not to break the silence, and proceeded on.
being too tied to continue, i fell into a deep sleep beside a mossy bridge. i had a dream and in it, i saw a tournament involving knights. about two hundred knights were in a stadium fighting, but there was no blood. finally, one of the knights was proclaimed victorious. however, something happened in the ground that threw his horse into a wild frenzy and made the knight fall off. he looked seriously injured. then my dream changed scenes, and i was in a room. the knight was not to be seen. instead i saw another knight, the injured knight's opponent, i recognised. he was being married to a fair lady. i woke up.
walking further, i reached a huge mansion. to make the story short, i will not tell you that i made friends with the owner of the house, borrowed some money from him by threatening to reveal his dual identity secret(oh stop being so serious, this is so trivial), and bought myself a ship ride out of the country.
i ended up in this place where i saw a lot of weird people i had never seen before. they were thin, face black with soot and coal, carrying sacks of grain or whatever it was they were unloading from the ships. the men had long ponytailed hair, and there were no women around. a few englishmen i could see, but only a few. where was this place??? i walked further up, and from nowhere, a paper descended from the sky. it read:
"wait here for about a 130 years-home"