My wife's dream

My wife was pretty angry at me first thing this morning. I asked her why, since I hadn't yet been up long enough to upset her. She narrated the following dream to me last night: "We were shopping together in an upscale department store, and I turned and you were walking around in a thong, erect, taking pictures of everybody. And then suddenly you were in Las Vegas, and although I was still in the store, I could see what you were doing, still walking around in your thong, taking pictures of people. But there was more stuff that you were doing, bad stuff, and although I couldn't see it, everywhere I walked around the store, the cashiers would hand me printed receipts listing everything you were doing in Vegas, as it was happening, like real-time field reports." I suggested to her (and not in jest) that these might represent angels recording my acts in the Book of Life.