I was on a train, talking to a pretty, middle aged Asian lady who was dressed in creams and whites. We were discussing something to do with a hotline/registration for a phone hotline for Long QT Syndrome. The train line we were on was similar to the north shore line, heading from Gordon into the city. I got off at Milsons Point (except the station in my head was much MUCH fancier and prettier. It was all glass and like a giant pretty greenhouse). But then I was suddenly talking to people from the government/spy people and they were questioning me about my conversation with the lady on the train. She and I had been discussing the hotline and how it was difficult to remember all the codes you had to punch in, so I offered her the slip of paper that had the code for Long QT Syndrome on it, since I already had it written down in my diary. At the time I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but once I was talking to these government type guys, I started having flashes of her being all secretive and menacing, and it was suddenly a really horrible thing for her to have the code to register Long QT Syndrome on the phone line. (It wasn't a personal identification code or anything, just the generic code so the phone like could direct you to the appropriate section and for data collection).
My dream self was split between being convinced that this lady was doing something bad, and wanting to get all spy adventure on her butt, and the other half of me knowing that the information I gave her wasn't that important or secret, and it wasn't bad that she had it, and was really scared that I was so easily convinced she was evil.
I remember describing her to one the government people, and trying to phrase it without mentioning ethnicity. It came out as a really generic description of: 'a lady with dark hair in a creamy white pant suit.'
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