‘Yes, Your Honour, I was a thousand miles away.’
‘Do you have witnesses? Can anyone corroborate your story?’
‘No, Your Honour. I was back in time; they’re all gone now.’
‘Your Honour, haven’t you ever dreamed you were far away?’
‘Well… there was the island with the bikini girls…’
‘I object, Your Honour! The accused is leading you on a merry dance.’
‘Ah, yes. They were dancing! Then my alarm…’ Sigh.
‘Clearly the prosecution has never been transported by a wonderful dream. Case dismissed. Go home and take a nap.’