Over the river and through the woods

I’m looking at a giant house, like a mansion or compound. There is a river behind it and a creek running around the front. It sits atop a rocky hill. I’m playing in the creek, poking a stick at a bunch of grass, sticks and dead fish that have clogged a small tributary of the creek. I flip over one of the dead fish and it look fake, like it is craved out of wood. Several of the fish are also fake but I see real ones swimming around.
Next I am climbing around the branches of a winding tree across the creek from the house. I am up so high I can see over the house and across the river, it looks more like a lake. The tree is covered in rough, grooved bark with knots that stick up like bumps. There is a group of young girls there. (below the tree and wading in the water.) They are younger than teenagers, but seem older. One of them talks to me.