Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games Hiding out in tree-tops shouting out rude names — whistling tunes we hide in the dunes by the seaside — … - Peter Gabriel

Climbing up on Solsbury Hill,
I could see the city light.
Wind was blowing, time stood still.
Eagle flew out of the night.
He was something to observe.
Came in close, I heard a voice.
Standing stretching every nerve,
Had to listen had no choice.
I did not believe the information.
I just had to trust imagination.
My heart going boom boom boom.
"Son," he said, "Grab your things, I've come to take you home."

Now we're busy making all our busy plans
On foundations built to last.
But nothing fades as fast as the future
And nothing clings like the past, until we can see.<p>More than this,
More than this.
So much more than this.
There is something out there
More than this.
It's coming through
And more than this.
I stand alone and so connected
And I'm all there,
Right next to you.

Did I dream this belief or did I believe this dream how I will find relief I grieve...