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#+title: 2023-02-18
* Dream :@personal:

I was going to the underground with an girl and an elrdey woman when I was separated from them. I was stopped later by a TfL inspector who took my orange oyster subscription card with my picture on it and asked me to come with him to his office. There he asked me many questions about my destination, asked how I got to the platform without tapping in. I explained there was nothing to tap on the way and that I don't remember the way because I was following my friends until I got separated from them. He then was going through my entire travel history printed on a huge roll of A0 or A1 paper. It had every trip I made. I explained that the regular bus 19 trips are from back when I worked at Amnesty International, and that the regular great great 38 rides, including night busses, are from when I lived near London Fields. He eventually let me go but not before going with me on a bus and asking the driver to drop me off somewhere desolate that looked more like the US. Actually it was the US and the construction workers, still working later in the evening, were dark brown Latino immigrants. After I eventually found my way to a walkable street, I realized that not only do I have my entire travel history from TfL printed on TfL paper and my card back, but also the bus driver mistakenly gave me the TfL worker ID/travel card of this tall, blond John who now looks like the army officer I worked with to write the new media law of Iraq back in 2003. 

I woke up revisiting our conversation and how I could have done better at it, as I often do in waking times, and thought I should have asked him how he would like it if the good pro-bono, dedicated lawyers of Privacy International would sue him and TfL she him. I said I know Gus and Millie would love it.

