I woke up with a very strange feeling buzzing in my head.

In my dream, Björn was standing in a forest, lit up by a strange, David Lynch-esque light and surrounded by indians all dressed up in garb like this. Björn was holding a beer, wearing Fred Perry clothes, danced like Ian Brown and suddenly I knew what he was doing. He was singing the chorus to The Dorian Three's "Mr. Bartender", but like this: "Mr. Beartender, Mr. Beartender, yo" - over and over again. And the indians dance-walked and did the "hey-ho".

In the middle of a forest. Dark. Warm. And repetitive.

It was a short dream, but will probably be long-lived in memory.