France and Metal bugs

First I was in France but with a schoolmate that was from first grade. She was all grown up now and had lived in France a while and was kind of showing me the ropes. We were in a college and then a cafeteria, then taking a bus and then off the bus again jumping off (the buses would only slow down, not stop). And then and then and then...

Then I was asked to be in a movie or something. I was with a crew of people. We were on location outside. There were cameras, costumes, etc. I really don't know what character I was, just that they pulled me in. I think there was something secret I knew... oh... This guy was dieing. He was the old king or something.... one big eye, one small, yellowed and browned teeth that were long like an old rabbit's, bald, a hunch back... etc.. but he was the power. He just died and the mother is frantic, telling her son he is the power now, but the only way he can do it is to fake being the father. So she has an elaborate costume for him to wear.... It felt horrible because he would be spending his life being this hideous creature.... just for power. Then I was late to the meeting of sorts and all of the other actors were sitting there. I took out my notes (it was kind of like a class) and was hoping I had everything. It seems I did, and was ahead of the class and doing fine. I looked across the room and there was the son walking by, as the father. There were interactions with the other students, friendly ones and then we had to go. Then I was in the agency office. They said my work was done now. I'm not sure I really did anything. I felt like they decided they didn't like me. They said their top stylist was going to cut my hair. I was kind of excited. She would lift my hair up.. and as it fell, cut. Somehow it would fall perfectly cut and then dry and curl ... pretty nice.

Then I had a dream I was watching this story on a man getting old.... written by his son (last night I was browsing a site like this). Then if I went backwards in the photos, it showed the son from youth. I then saw him as a baby and black and white photos of him being born out of the earth (the parents were creatives). They had shown him coming out of some soil, feet first on gravel. I thought... how funny, that must have been way back when, when they thought babies came out head first, but then... why would they say that if they knew better??  Then the baby was alive and I was holding it (kind of a chunk) and I was taking care of two other children. :-s The baby and I were playing though... I dusted off the pebbles but then I realized they would crawl back on. They pebbles were insects, but the insects where metal letters from an old typewriter ball. They were crawling at his face and I was quicky brushing them off. Then we walked away and then this little bird thing jumped on my skin and dug in. But it wasn't a bird thing, it was a little metal thing clamping on to my skin. I took it off and tried to kill it. Then it came back on to the baby. I did it again and it was gone. Then we went to go see the other children. They were there (thank god) and playing with other kids. I had looked at the a baby and it had pock marks. I thought.. interested, since as an adult he has pock marks too.