Sometimes my subconscious actually scares me a little.

I don't know how my brain comes up with this crap. Last night I dreamed an episode of the 80's sitcom Webster. Only Webster's dad was Ugandan dictator Idi Amin. Amin had a bunch of concubines he was preoccupied with, and Webster and his adoptive mom (or "Ma'am", as he called her on the show) sat in fold-up chairs wanting to talk to him about something but fearing he would kill them if they interrupted his antics. I awoke from this rather unsettled. I really don't want to have to worry about running into Amin if I go to sleep.