Royal pomp and an ancient stadium

This dream was so insistent, it would resume after each wake-up... taking on a new plot trajectory or new components.

I, Jason and other random people were getting ready to attend a royal ceremony. We lived somewhere else, where there was an old fashioned king and queen. The dream centered around preparing for and arriving at the ceremony; we never actually got to see the event.

The ceremony was happening in a huge stone amphitheater. It was a combination of the stone arena where they do the military tattoo in Edinburgh, and Montreal's Bell Centre (where, freakily, I recently went to a Christina Aguilera concert... long story...). In each version of the dream, we arrived from underneath the bleachers as if entering a soccer stadium. But everything was very old. Like hundreds of years old.

In one version, there was an attractive young prince and all the women were preening to catch his attention. He had greasy, brown and blonde spiked hair. Very tacky. But even I was caught up on the preening.

In another, we were lifted in moving bleachers nearly a mile high above the arena to watch the event from an ancient stone perch.

Early morning double header

This morning brought me a double feature of quickie dreams.

In dream number one, Jason & I were on vacation in some west coast city... probably Vancouver. I was taking him to all my favourite stores. Stores that don't actually exist (but could). We were in a kind of Pike Place Market neighbourhood, where we went to a chocolate shop and were then on our way to the "best place ever to buy coffee." The stores were an amalgam of places I've frequented in various cities. In my world, visiting chocolate and coffee shops with my man = happy dream, just one small notch below sex dream.

Dream number two found me at my first day of work at Jason's office. It seemed that I didn't really have any work to do, nor any specific role there. But Jason's boss constructed a very fancy modular desk for me. Various female colleagues would come over and chit chat with me. They had a lot of expensive art coffee table books that were there for the employees' enjoyment. His boss climbed a ladder and began to meticulously arrange a display of the art books, up high where visitors could see but no one could reach.

Separating the Lego from the chaff

I was at some kind of family gathering. We were all staying in a small house. Not my grandparents' house, but very similar. I had some boxes of miscellaneous junk that I was sorting, taking out Lego pieces before discarding the rest of the stuff in the boxes. I also had some freelance work to do, but couldn't go into my room to do it. Everyone in the house was on their worst behaviour. I tried to explain why I wanted the Lego and why I wasn't wasting my time sorting through the boxes, but no one understood.