While I Was Sleeping

The weirdest thing happened to me today on the way home.

Town Hall: I get on the train as usual, casually observing the people in the carriage.
Central: people get off, and I assume my typical position at this time of the day - leaning against the carriage door, thankful for the support it gives my back.
Redfern: not too many people getting on, maybe 2 of them. I close my eyes and tilt my head back so that it too leans against the door. As we pull out of the tunnel, my eyes flicker open to catch a glimpse of the sunlight. Ah sunlight, it's been so long. While I'm staring out the door opposite me, I notice a girl sitting a little to the right of my gaze. She's sitting there, looking at me, with half a smile on her face. I turn to look at her, at which point she reveals an impish grin. I begin to lose confidence in my assertion that I don't know her, so I politely smile back, close my eyes, and then lean my head back once again against the door.
Sydenham: I have to stop leaning against the door for fear of falling out when the doors open. But we are soon on our way again, with me once again greedily taking as much sleep as I can get. My eyes open once again to see how far the next station is. "Are you ok?" I turn to see the girl still looking at me, still smiling, but with a look of concern in her eyes. Too lazy to speak, desparately not wanting to waste any energy that I have so carefully gathered, I manage to give her a quick smile and a nod. She smiles as well (actually, I don't think she ever stopped) and nods understandingly. "Oh, you're sleeping". I continue to smile and nod, as my eyelids return to their familiar position.
Wolli Creek: People alight from the train, and I notice empty seats on the other side of the screen. No-one else is interested, so I decide to take all of the 3 steps between my current position and the closest seat. I sit and resume my self-prescribed course of public snoozing.
Rockdale: I'm sitting directly across from her, her gaze unwavering, her smile perpetual. She sees me open my eyes, and begins to talk. "So, are you Korean?" I promptly proceed to introduce myself as an Australian, and explain to her the intricacies of my background (dad's from HK, mum's from Indo, I'm from here) while she explained her knowledge of Asian languages (it was quite impressive, especially since she claims to have learnt it off the internet). My guess is that she wanted to try out her language skills for her upcoming tour of Asia, and I didn't fail to disappoint.
Kogarah: We kept on chatting. I found out that she was born in Sydney, then moved down to Victoria before coming back here. We paid out the AFL.
Hurstville: This is my stop. I got up to leave, waited patiently during that awkward silence between when I got up and when the train actually stopped. Again, my polite smile. "Well, have a nice... life" she said. Curses. My departing remark was "It was nice to meet you". Unfortunately my premeditated message was already half-way out of my lips before I could register what she said, and generate an equally appropriate response. Oh well, like I'll ever see her again. I step off the train, and proceed up the stairs. How bizarre, how surreal.

Well, even now, I still don't know what to make of this encounter. I'm still a little freaked out. Oh well, I'm sure there's a sermon illustration in there somewhere.