I had a dream last night that we'd been arrested by the Chilean secret police for speeding, even though we didn't have a car. The logic was that they were the secret police so they knew things we didn't, which we thought was probably fair enough. We were going to have to stay in prison for 20 days (or years, I didn't understand the Spanish) and we could use a computer if we wanted to. The prison was actually the cellar here at the hostel, and the computer was stuck with a screen saver so it couldn't be used. After about 15 minutes the 'British Consulate' (no idea if that's a person or a place, but it was two English policemen in my dream) came and rescued us by holding the door open. Strange.