Sweet Dreams?

It is not uncommon for me to dream about poker, but a poker nightmare is a first for me. Today during my 4 hour afternoon nap it all went bad. As I sat in the box from beyond (or BELOW as the case may be), the first thing that I noticed were several foreign chips mixed in the chip stacks. Being a chip collector, I immediately knew that these were not simply live chips from another Las Vegas casino, but relatively worthless chips from someone's home game. The box was about $80 short, but no one, including the floorperson seemed the least bit concerned. Oh, and who was the floorman? My new shift boss was one of the least desirable players I have ever dealt to. The set up was fouled and I called for a new set up. The floorperson brought not one, but two set ups and dumped all four decks into a mixed-up pile in the middle of the table. I again called for a fresh set up only to be told that there were none available. I cursed under my breath and began sorting out the cards. As I thought about how much time was being wasted, I glanced at my watch. Something about the time didn't seem quite right and I finally figured out that my watch was set to Eastern time. Somehow I'd been in the box for 2 hours and 30 minutes and had yet to deal a freaking hand of poker.
And that's where it ended. I woke up and that's all I remember.
Maybe I need vitamins, vegetables and exercise (Hell, I KNOW I need exercise) or perhaps I need to be medicated. Poker is starting to haunt my dreams.....and I'm starting to worry.