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.