I was logging a committee meeting at which a minister was giving evidence in some inquiry or other but I realised that I had forgotten her name. "What's her name? What's she called?" I whispered to my colleague, while trying to write down what the minister was saying. My colleague couldn't quite hear me, though, and I had to look for her name in the huge pile of papers in front of me -- still trying to follow what she was saying and write down the gist of it but panicking slightly. Finally, I found the attendance sheet, which told me that she was Mrs Calf, the Minister for Judge.
Notes for Freudian Analysis
Yet another variation on the same old member-recognition dream that I've had many times. (See this one from 2003, for example.) In the most unpleasant one, I was logging a debate in the chamber while all of the members, none of whom I recognised, were speaking at once as they wandered in and out of the room.
On waking, I had no difficulty in recognising the minister as Margaret Curran. Who is Mrs Calf?