Pull out the dream dictionary

I dreamed of AWP today. I found myself in the Hilton and was like "It's here already?" I walked up to the AWP badge table and the people working it gave me that "you don't belong here" look so I kept on walking. There were all these cured meats, salamis, sausages, baked chickens all around the lobby (meat market!!). I stood in line to get my room key, but realized I had to get a number beforehand (just like the post office). I got out of line and walked past all the people behind me who were now "ahead" of me. I pulled out two numbers and then . . . somehow . . . the dispenser knocked my legs from under me and I fell.