The father and I left the house. He started to climb up the sandy cliff (dotted with tufts of sand grass) surrounding the house. I was flying, but this seemed normal. We were singing and trying to remember the words to "Eleanor Rigby" and were focused on the "Eleanor Rigby / Died in the church and was buried along with her name / nobody came. / Father McKenzie / Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave / no one was saved" part, although "Father McKenzie / writing the words to a sermon that no one will hear" is in my head, too.
And there was something about a tour of old ladies in a train of old metal rain barrels turned into a "cow-train," only I think these were mooses.