Tonight's dreams weren't very, um, enlightening. However, since I like to keep track of all my dreams I'm putting them here.
Before I go into this dream, let me explain myself. At work I've been researching bars and nightclubs, and this requires that I sometimes go to the business' web page to find out what they do, and if they are indeed a bar or nightclub. As we all know, some of these nightclubs are actually "gentlemen's clubs". Therefore, when I end-up on their webpage, sometimes images of nude people come-up. That brings us to the dream:
I'm on the computer late at night/early in the morning. I'm looking at these webpages which feature undressed people. By the window is a pool, and by the pool is a wooden privacy fence. I am unaware of it, but the images from my computer screen are reflected onto the pool's surface, which end-up being somehow projected on the privacy fence. The next door neighbor calls on the phone. (We'll call him "G".) He says, "Would you mind getting rid of the images?" I reply, "What images?" (I still am unaware that my computer screen is being projected on the fence like a movie!) He says, "You know... the images." I respond, "I don't know what you're talking about." He says, "The ones that are showing on your fence." I look out the window and feel my heart in my throat. I am more than embarrassed. I am petrified. I speak into the phone, "Um... sure." I then hang-up. I go to the computer and go to some other webpage, a blog of some sort. Something normal.
I try to think of some excuse as to why I was looking at such things. I need to call "G" and explain. He comes over and sits at the table. I look seriously into his eyes and say, "Listen up. I wasn't purposefully looking at those webpages. I made a mistake and ended-up on the wrong webpage. That caused lots of unwanted pop-ups to appear on the screen. That's what you were seeing - the pop-ups."
(I've been having several dreams recently where I'm very angry. I wake myself up yelling at someone. Usually I haven't been remembering these dreams, but here is one I do remember.)
I'm at the customer service section of a store. I'm supposed to be picking something up that I've ordered. It's the second time I've been there to pick it up, because the first time I went it wasn't there. This time it's still not there. I grab a pen and throw it at the desk. I yell, "This is the second time I've been here to pick this thing up!" I get ready to say I'll come back, but then I say, "You know what? I'm through. I don't want the thing anymore!"
I don't know what these dreams mean. I think the first dream is just residue from what I've been doing at work. The second dream I have no clue. As I've said before I'm not normally an angry person. (Unless my anger goes into auto pilot when someone drives their car on my tail.)
These dreams just prove that we don't always have spiritual or insightful dreams. We are human and since we're human we have human dreams. They might not always be flattering.