Or, welcome to my low-maintenance heck.
I always hate it when my nightmares come to life. Let's just call this one The Dictator Meets The Evil Overlord. Except, instead of an "evil overlord," we'll substitute an Orthodox priest of some sort.
That's the problem with these kinds of nightmares—They always fall victim to the increasingly Stalinist atmosphere of rampant political correctness in our overbearing culture of "sensitivity" and "tolerance."
Yeesh, did I really just say all that? Maybe I'll pass on the first cup of coffee this morning...