The song Mon Taxi Driver by the French musician Alizée from her music album Psychédélices.
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ALIZÉE 03. MON TAXI DRIVER – PSYCHEDELICES – 2008 Music in this video Learn more Listen ad-free with YouTube Premium Song Mon taxi driver Artist Alizee Album Alizee Licensed to YouTube by MediaMuv (on behalf of MediaMuv Royalties); LatinAutor – SonyATV, ASCAP, UNIAO BRASILEIRA DE EDITORAS DE MUSICA – UBEM, Sony ATV Publishing, Polaris Hub AB, LatinAutorPerf, IRICOM, Concord Music Publishing, LatinAutor, and 7 Music Rights Societies.
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I was sleeping good when someone let me know that I had overslept and I had less than 20 minutes to get ready for work, and so I had to quickly get ready for work.
I had several dreams, with at least one dream being very long and realistic like I had a whole other life, but unfortunately now I can only remember part of one possible dream and part of the end of my last dream.
Last night I remember part of my last dream which took place during the day in a fictional location, and I was with the singer Alizée and another woman; and we were on our way to a fictional version of L or a L-like city.
I guess I had come across Alizée and the other woman during my journey, and they were on their way to the same city, and so we decided to travel together; and we each had non-motorized vehicles that I think were bicycles.
Alizée was able to speak a bit of English & her native language of French, but I am not sure what languages the other woman could speak besides those two languages; I think that the other woman was a translator/friend/guide of/for Alizée.
We traveled on a fictional country road with forests and farms on the sides of the road, which is sometimes in my dreams in various slightly different layouts, and it was nice; and I think that we were going to stop at a fictional diner near a racist neighborhood that is in my dreams sometimes.
Our journey was slowed down by slow traffic that was being slowed down by State Troopers (State Police), and some of the State Troopers were stopping along the road & farms & fields, like something was about to happen or something.
At some point we reached the highway, but the State Troopers led us to a spot across from the highway that had an old RV (recreational vehicle) sitting there; and so we all walked over to the State Troopers.
The State Troopers seemed to have set up a secure area, they said that George W. Bush was coming to view an old RV that he used to live in temporarily in his younger days, and some automobiles drove up and Mr. Bush and a few United States Secret Service agents got out; and Mr. Bush briefly said a few words to us and he told us that he would give us a brief tour of the RV, but he had to unlock the combination lock first.
Mr. Bush was struggling to remember the combination and he asked us for advice on remembering dates, and I started giving him some advice not realizing that he meant that his combination was a date; once I realized that, I started giving him some new advice, but he opened the lock before I finished talking.
I asked Mr. Bush how did he remember the combination, he paused for a moment like he was thinking of a way to respond, but then he decided to not respond and he went inside the RV and he invited a few of the people and I inside; one or more Secret Service Agents came inside while the others guarded the outside.
Mr. Bush showed us a few things and he told us about a few of his old memories of the RV, and then he went outside to give us a chance to explore the RV on our own; we all were going to take turns inside the RV in groups of five or less at-a-time, and I was in the first group.
The RV was small-medium sized and a bit dusty inside, and Alizée, the other woman, and I talked about where we would go next; and I told them about my fictional job or former fictional job or soon-to-be fictional job or something like that, where I worked helping re-model old RV’s and other types of mobile homes and how that allowed me to probably easily fix up an old RV like this to live in it.
I guess that I was on my way to the fictional L or L-like city to get a job and find a place to stay, and so housing was on my mind once again.
Alizée and the other woman seemed to just be vacationing and exploring cities for fun, after our talk & tour of the RV, we decided to prepare to travel to the diner that was not far away to eat, and then we would continue to the fictional L or L-like city.
Last night I only remembered part of my last dream, which took place at a fictional building that was a prison and something else.
I think I got a job at this modern multi-floor building and I went outside the building to get some fresh air.
It was a sunny day outside and the outside area looked about the same as my parent’s yard, and there was a large group of men in prison uniforms in the yard.
I noticed an old man with a guitar, so I walked over to ask him about his guitar.
The old man reminded me of Anthony Hopkins a bit, he said that his strings had broken on his guitar, and he was about to change them.
He started to cut the broken strings and slowly started to explain the process of removing and putting on new strings.
As he was doing that I interrupted him to ask him if he was a prisoner, and I asked why were they there.
He told me that part of the building was a prison & the other part belonged to a private company, and that he was a prisoner.
He said that him and some of the other prisoners used to have a music band, and that they still played some of their music in prison.
I told him that I wanted to learn to play either guitar or piano, and that I was not sure which one to learn.
He said that he would teach me to play guitar, so I told him that I had just got a job at the building, so during my breaks he could give me guitar lessons if he had time.
He said okay, and then I told him goodbye & I went back inside the building to find the place where I was supposed to be working at.
As I was going into the building I saw one of my little brothers and Alizée, they both had come to see my new job, so they followed me as I tried to find it.
We walked up some stairs and went into a hallway, but there were prisoners there and when they saw Alizée, some of them started making cat calls & they tried to grab her, so I pushed them away and we went back down the stairs.
We then walked around the building for a while, but we kept seeing prisoners and a few police officers; but the police officers were too far away for me to ask them for directions.
After a while we finally found an elevator and decided to use it, but I woke up.
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