I had a dream in which I was in a room with a bunch of people and Peter Gabriel casually singing some songs and talking to folks inbetween. I wanted to go to him and talk to him, but it took me a while to build up the courage. When I was finally ready and approached him, he was just about to get up and leave. "No", I said "Don't go" and I grabbed his hands. His incredibly beautiful warm soft hands. I remember sitting there, on the floor, holding his hands, gazing in his eyes, talking (but I can't remember what about). I remember holding him in my arms, but unfortunately, I can't remember any more details. It must have been good though, I'm in an extraordinairy good mood today.

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