I had a dream last night that I was living with my parents again, and Dad had a bunch of pet polar bear cubs. He was a bit rough with them, saying they needed a firm hand to be tamed. Also, he was saying something about polar bear cubs could eat only their own poop until they reached a certain age. In a spirit of... something... he had us all doing the same thing. So we were all eating our own poop on TV dinner trays while watching some nature show on TV, polar bear cubs playing at our feet.