Proof of Where My Mind Has Been

[fauxklore]

I had a rather complex dream last night involving trying to leave Madagascar. In the dream, I had to get a South African visa at the Antananarivo airport in order to get on the plane to Johannesburg and the immigration agent asked for two IDs in order to accept my Visa card for the fee. Then he insisted that the two photo IDs (my passport and an expired work-related ID) were clearly of two different people, so I'd have to pay cash. He went into the back room for a minute and a supervisor came out. He started to take my money, but then got a phone call and said he'd have to arrest me because the U.S. had just attacked South Africa.

It was only when writing this down just now that I noticed the pun of using a Visa card to pay for a visa. And, by the way, U.S. citizens don't need a visa to go to South Africa.