Dreamland

I rarely (if ever) remember my dreams. So when those rare occurrences happen I tend to think it's a sign of something (not sure what sign, since the dreams are crazy).
Anyway, a week ago I dreamt that I was in Vegas (baby!) and won $287,334 playing the slots - since that's all I dare (or know how) to play. After getting ID'd by the casino management and receiving my money I didn't do anything wild and crazy... I apparently bought a condo in some weird location because I dreamt that it would probably be hard to sell when I wanted to move (see, crazy!)
Anyway, when I told my mom about the dream she was sure I should head on down to Vegas (baby!) and win all that money.... like it was my destiny or something.

Which then leads me to the dream I had the other night. Not totally sure all the details of the dream, just that there was a lizard in it and for some reason I woke up and had a major panic attack because I thought the lizard was climbing on my alarm clock. I bolted out of bed and just stood there wondering what I should do next. Finally when reality returned to my brain (and I had checked my blankets and pillows for lizards) I laid back down and eventually went back to sleep.
What is the reason behind this dream?! Seriously?! I do not need anymore reasons to be awake at night. I am blaming Mike Rowe for this dream because I had just spent an hour watching him catch Alligator Turtles. Oh, and I blame my doctor for prescribing me drugs that I'm sure led to my crazy dreams...

(At least I didn't run into my mom's bed screaming about lizards....or possibly snakes -Chris?)