Translating A New Pauline Croze Song

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Last night I had a series of dream fragments that were interesting, but I can not remember some of them, and I remember the first dream fragment focusing on some of the characters from the BBC TV show Being Human; but I am not sure if I was in the dream or not.

I remember that George Sands (The Werewolf) and Annie Sawyer (The Ghost) were a couple, and they either had a child and/or Annie was pregnant; and they were still living with John Mitchell (The Vampire) and maybe Nina (The Other Werewolf) and/or someone else.

They all moved to a new house, but something bad happened and/or had happened before they had left their old house, and George & Annie were very worried about the safety of their child and/or future kid(s).

I remember them having a serious conversation about whether they should move to a new house alone, away from Mitchell and/or Nina and/or someone else, because they were out-of-control & they were a danger to their child and/or future kids; the conversation got very emotional, and the others could not hear them because they were either sleep and/or gone at the time.

I remember George & Annie being afraid to go to sleep and I remember them sitting in a dark room watching over something, and so I guess that they did have a baby already.

They kept trying to sleep but they kept waking up due to nightmares of what might happen to their child and/or about past bad situations, and they were even having short hallucinations of the others hurting their child.

After a while they were so stressed that they could not take it anymore, but I can not remember what happened exactly, and I just remember being in a dimly lit room with bleachers/stadium-like seating; and I was doing security for the room & so I was patrolling the room.

There were only a few people around the room sitting down and/or talking, and we seemed to be part of a group, but I could be wrong.

The room was almost like a room at a cinema/movie theatre/theater, but the seats were like those at a high school sports stadium.

I was walking around looking for possible threats and I was watching the emergency exit, the entrance, and the private room(s) entrance to see who was coming & going.

I remember two men talking, who seemed to be the two in charge, but them & everyone else were dressed casual & none of us had uniforms & we all wore different clothing.

At some point a beautiful woman with blond hair & whitish colored skin started talking to the leader and another woman started to talk to the second man in charge; and the other woman recognized the second man in charge, and then he recognized her.

The two women were new members of the group I think, and the second man in charge then recognized the other woman as Little (Someone); and somehow he knew her when she was a kid, even though they both looked to be the same age now, it was like he did not age or something.

They both hugged and they started to talk about memories from the past, and while that was going on, the woman with blond hair asked the leader to take her to the private room(s) so that they could have some more privacy; and so the leader & the woman with blond started to walk toward the entrance for the private room(s), while the second man in charge talked with the other woman.

I remember having a flashback that there was a spy/mole in our group, who I think was working with the CIA and/or another intelligence agency of some kind, and one of the women was the spy/mole; but I was not sure which woman, but my guess was the woman with blond hair.

She seemed to be trying to get the leader alone, probably so that she could kill him, and so I started trying to decide if I should follow the leader to make sure that he was safe or should I watch the second man in charge to make sure that he stayed safe or should I question both women to decide which of them was the spy/mole; but I can not remember what happened, and I just remember talking in French with Pauline Croze in the bleachers/stadium-like seating.

Ms. Croze was standing behind me at first, and I heard her singing a fictional new song that she was still working on; but the song sounded familiar, like I had heard it in another dream before, and so I turned around to talk to her & to listen to her song that she was still working on.

Ms. Croze spoke only in French, I spoke in French with her mostly but I used English with myself mostly, and Ms. Croze did not have a guitar.

She sung her new song that she was still working on to me (In French), which was not complete, and it sounded so familiar that I remember understanding some of the words and I was trying to translate what I did not understand in my mind & I translated with a small book that I had & I was writing in the book to help me translate the song to English.

The song was so familiar that I could feel some of the meaning(s) through emotion(s) & sound(s), and I even knew some of the French words for the song even though I did not know what those words meant in English; it was like I knew some of the song from past memory(s), even though I did not understand all the words that I knew. 😀

The song was very short, but Ms. Croze did a good job singing it, and I remember translating one French word to mean: Prozac (Fluoxetine) 😀 ; and so I think that the song was a short emotional song about how some people use medicine(s) like Prozac (which was used as a symbol/example of things that some people use to help them cover up/handle/deal/cope/band-aide problems/negative emotions & situations/mental health issues/etc) to help them during certain situations/emotions/problems/etc. in life.

The song was poetic and various words in French had various possible meanings in English, and so trying to translate the song was not that easy, but I had a feeling of what the song was about; but I can not translate feelings into words very well. 😉

It was nice to hear part of the new song that Ms. Croze was working on, it was nice trying to translate it, and something about the song seemed so familiar but I can not describe the feeling that I had; I can not remember any song(s) in real life that sounded like her song, but in the dream it was familiar, and so it must have been a past song in a dream.

I was working/focusing so hard on translating the song from French to English as she sung and I was working/focusing so hard on trying to figure out why did the song sound so familiar, that time in the dream jumped to months or a year or years into the future, and a store-like area was now connected to the room with the bleachers/stadium-like seating & Ms. Croze was gone. 😀

I walked to the store-like area and I saw a commercial on a small TV that showed a clip of a live performance of Ms. Croze doing a duet with another woman, and they were singing a remix of the French song Ms. Croze had sung to me earlier in the dream; and I recognized the song again, and I started trying to translate the song & I compared the differences between the two versions but I can not remember what happened exactly.

I just remember being back in the room with bleachers/stadium-like seating & I was with former classmates like JC, and it seemed that we were back in high school.

I remember seniors coming into the room & so we moved further up the bleachers, because the seniors were getting ready for their graduation, but I remembered that I/we had already graduated many years ago; and so I told the other dream characters that we had already graduated many years ago, but they said that we were still in high school & that we were not even seniors yet. 😀

I knew that I/we had already graduated and I knew that our class was the first class while I was in high school to have a public graduation in the room with bleachers/stadium-like seating, and so it was like I knew the future, while the other dream characters did not.

The seniors left the room and they went to another building to get ready for the graduation, but some of the seniors went to the store-like area to clean out their lockers, and I remember one of the seniors saying something offensive to an elderly woman in the store-like area & the woman got angry; but then I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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