Dreams of Kingship

I had a dream last night that my family and I went to Slovakia on vacation, and that we went to see the King of Slovakia speaking. Yes, the King. I don't think there IS a king of Slovakia, but, whatever.

Anyway, I wanted to sit in the front row to hear him speak, so we did. Now keep in mind this is taking place in like, an old theatre, and the King is on stage talking, wearing you know, an OLD school King's type outfit, with the red velvet cape and everything, kinda like the Burger King kinda King. But he's young, a generally cool guy, and we even get to see his throne, which was behind the curtains, which doubled as a harpsicord/organ type thing on which he played an interested little tune that rather impressed the audience and in particular my mother but was in fact wrought with minor errors that were probably the result of my brain, much like how you can't really read in dreams, but I still noticed anyway.

I wanted to be there because I wanted to learn about the history of my family, learn of any heritage to my last name. I wanted to talk to him in private after the shower, or like raise my hand mid speach and ask him there, but the opportunity came when, during the course of his act or whatever, he needed to go outside and do something and I got picked to go along with him. So we're walking along outside and I tell him what I'm interested in, and he asks me my name, and I tell him my last name. He's quiet for a second while we walk and then his phone rings, being a historically dressed but in reality technologically up-to-date kind of King, and answers with, "Zahorcak here. Yes?" thusly answering the question of my bloodline. The way he said it though had a much stronger 'tch' sound though, but I figure that'd probably be the case anyway, so no big deal. I was happy.

Shortly after the dream regressed into normal dream melting type stuff where some giant (like 25 feet high) caterpillar thing (exactly like a giant Carrion Devourer from WoW) came out from backstage and someone managed to lure it outside and then kill it by, much to my surprise and then in-dream-mocking, he swam across the river over and over with the thing chasing him until it got tired and drowned. I said to the man, "THAT was the first thing to cross your mind?? 'Oh, look! A giant worm thingie's broken into this show I'm watching! I know, I'll get it to chase me then swim back and forth across this river until it gets tired and doesn't come up anymore! Brilliant!" But I suppose I shouldn't complain since it did in fact work.

Dreams are weird. Additionally, it makes even less sense because my last name means Foreigner in Slovak, and thusly I doubt one with my last name could ever be king. Except by conquest. Which would be cool.