Dream About Nature Gods And Destruction

I was in Minnesota, where I live, but there were mountains and other fantastical nature oddities that are definitely not in Minnesota, such as natural jungles and toucans. The west side of the state had the mountains and the jungles were up north. I live near the cities, but on the west-ish side. The mountains looked huge even from where we lived, taking up most of the sky. I was amazed by this, and drove all over the state to see these amazing things. I love driving in real life, and if things like this we're ever real and close, I'd definitely go see it. I then either had a vision or a dream of talking to a very tall, almost animated or drawn, green figure, almost resembling mother nature, or a nature god of some kind. The figure tells me to go to a specific location, which will be a construction site, and to tell "their superiors" to halt the excavation as it is on native land, which have ancient roots. If these roots are dug into, all hell should be cast upon humanity. I went to this site, which was in the jungle, and had a sweet glow to it. Unfortunately a lot of the construction had already begun, and I seemed too late. Nonetheless, I tried to handle the situation, albeit poorly, and was just brushed off as insane and kicked off the property. I watched from a distance, as I saw this amazing land being destroyed, and felt the anger of gods within me. All of a sudden, the land changed from fantastical to dark and destructive. Half, if not most, of the world had "fallen into the void", including most of my family and loved ones. I cried HARD at this point, both with the anger of the gods for humankind, but also the seething anger from losing EVERYTHING though myself doing all I could. I had another vision with these God figures. I was on my knees in anguish and seething despair and putrid hate that millions of not billions of innocent lives were lost just because one greedy rich bastard decided to not heed the Gods' rule. This tall figure, who could have easily crushed me, who definitely looks at me like a spec of dust, grew angrier every time I let out a plea of hate. Tears down my face as I cursed everything. The figure stared down to the ground, almost as if it knew it had overreacted, but didn't want to admit it. I could tell its teeth were clenched. I woke up with tears soaking my shirt.