Usually, places tend to repeat themselves in my dreams. Like this one place has been a middle school, a hotel, and something else, on three different occasions. However last night a place that has never come up in my dreams came up. 
It was a colluseum (sp?) like the ancient greeks built to have plays and what not… only it was falling down, and it was used as a junkyard as well. The only thing is, it was “haunted” or something, and like an old bus in it was moving down the aisle by itself, as someone who was standing next to me was explaining what the place was. The problem is, I can’t remember exactly what this person was telling me, but it was something important.
It was pretty nifty
It’ll be neato.