I keep dreaming about gipsies

I was electioneering at a very dirty market place, actually something between market and square. All sorts of things were sold and exchanged there, the place was bustling with people, very noisy, and I was frustrated pretty much. There was a shed and below it, urine like a lake. It was the only way for me to go to my room and change my clothes. I tried to pass the lake, indeed, there was a very small clean space for me to walk. Two gypsy women entrapped me there and tried to steal my money. They were so insolent and so rude, that it was very difficult to keep the money away from their hands. One of them poked her hand in my pocket and the other tried to unfold my fingers, because I was holding the money in my hand. They couldn't rob me, and I was safe from them in the end, but I still feel the panick and the humiliation of my helplessness when they were close to me.
I don't hate Gipsies and whatever other races (at least in my waking life), but dreaming about gipsies makes me nervous. I woke up really vexed this morning.

:) Now, happy Friday to all of you, guys.
Watch how I feel after having such dreams. :shock:
http://youtu.be/MTXvkWqQas8
Gypsy stuff. :P