Last night I dreamt that I was in the Panamanian jungles with my Icelandic uncles and we were trying to set off remote control landmines under a huge bulldozer driven by Princess Di's knicker-washer Paul Burrell, who was laughing like a lunatic and firing a Mac-10 machine at us. As we retreated we ended up on a snowcovered rooftop on a hurricane.

Anyone else had any odd dreams?