My first overzealous project was a personal one: while I was growing an actual human being, I was also overcome with the desire to give him the credentials needed to pass through the infinite unconscious into the mortal plane. Amazingly, there's a full bureaucracy which takes care of these things.
Our baby shower invitations. Get it?!
For some reason I thought that designing an eight-page booklet that would have to be constructed by hand when we were blisteringly exhausted from trying to figure out which way the baby went was a really good idea.
The Interdimensional Federation issued this passport. Their slogan is "Birth and Consciousness Since the Big Bang."
Man, that's one cute...baby?
Clearly not able to sign a passport, the Interdimensional Federation gets footprints instead.
You know, AUTHENTIC-like.
The "Tips for Travelers" page is a real thing in passports, or at least was in the expired passport I looked at. One must imagine that the tips would be very different for Interdimensional travelers.
The visas are a whole other kettle of fish: where the heck is Beltamana, anyway? It's nice that your speciation is noted, though. Very thoughtful. You wouldn't want the "soul" to end up in the wrong creature or anything.
Like, what would have happened if the border agents had mis-marked him as a wombat or something?
Because more visas is more better.
For the circular visa, I left space for our son's official arrival, a.k.a. "birth." After we printed them–delirious and totally confused–we stamped the date in them.
Clearly the bureaucracy isn't going to update their look. They probably have 2 to the quadrillionth power of these suckers printed up, so it would be a total waste of Interdimensional funds.
Their slogan: "Birth and Consciousness Since the Big Bang."
Innuendo? Who can say.
Not content to leave it at a passport, when our homo sapiens sapiens turned one, I created the ticket which got him through the cosmos.
They hyphenate "Portland" for some reason.
We used to joke that our son's ultrasound photos looked like the Horsehead Nebula, hence his way-station.
Not good if detached, of course.