I dreamt that I saw a king in the lobby of a large hotel. In his seventies, he wore a long gray cloak over a light-blue shirt and dark-blue pants. He also wore a crown made of orange plastic. He seemed to be quite powerful in spite of his preposterous attire. That is how he behaved, at least. There were three men in their late-twenties or early-thirties in his entourage. I could see poorly concealed guns on all three young men. They behaved like bodyguards, but it was clear that they were powerful people in their own right, as well. I do not remember much more about the foursome except that I eventually realized that they must be involved in organized crime of some sort. One way or another, there was something very palpable about their raw power. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I marveled at the king’s crown. It was of the simplest possible design, and apparently rather cheap to make, but the orange was amazingly bright. The king also appeared in a subsequent dream, but the rest of that dream was lost by the morning.