It must be a weekend for strange dreams. Mark recounts a dream starring Sam and Jeff. After one too many pints at beerbust, I got my own special appearance last night.

I had picked up Sam's mobile phone somehow, and was trying to return it. The phone was cool, just a handset with two big buttons. Apparently we were camping, because I spent most of the dream running around our campsite... We must have pitched our camp inside a curiously vacant, maze-like shopping mall. I can clearly see a Mrs. Fields, full of big chocolate chip cookies, and a Polo store.

I ran around the mall full tilt, crashing through campsites, desperately looking for a shirtless, tattooed Sam. At some point, I think I discovered the ability to jump and hop like Mario, bouncing down stairs, off walls and over tables. Someone may have been chasing me....

Finally I found Sam and Jeff in a tent at their campsite. The tent was zipped shut but I could hear them having a hell of a good time. Just as I peeked through the little zipper window, I woke up.

Bizarre, but pretty hot.