Black Panther, Vol. 1: A Nation Under Our Feet, Book One

I don't know what to say here. I felt like I was parachuted in mid-plot to a world that I didn't understand and then characters that I didn't even get a chance to know started to have flashbacks to times before......and what? I just don't know. I couldn't piece it together and I'm a pretty strong reader and this is not my first rodeo with a comic book. I found the storytelling to be very, very confusing. The art is gorgeous, but I need to understand what is going on in order to process the images. I couldn't even keep where we were straight. There's a nation and a dream-world, and a limbo (?) and some sort of prophetic desert world in which a tree lays down wisdom.

Now, I have never read anything about the Black Panther before, but I thought this was an introduction to the character so I was going to be alright. Nope. I need a Cliffs Notes, please. Right now it seems like Black Panther is a pissed off Hamlet. Given that my heartstrings were mostly pulled when we were with Tetu (the presumed bad guy), and what I really wished was that I was reading a comic solely about the Midnight Angels (way to kick ass, Ladies), I think I'm out.
The final nail in the coffin, for me, is that the Panther seems to hang with the Fantastic 4 (who I just think are the epitome of lame).