I had an interesting dream.

There were three of us.

My sister, Sa, her friend and I.

We were swimming across the road, filled with water.

Sa and her friend easily swum across.

For me, the harder I paddled,

the further I was drawn back.

I tried this way of swimming and that,

and still I got pulled back.

We made it to the other side.

I told Sa about it.

Sa looked at me, sadly.

That is what I am afraid of, she told me.

In that dream, I had a brain condition,

where gradually, hallucination would take over,

and I could not tell the real from unreal.

I woke up, still deep in that dream.

I realized, as much as I dabble into this world,

of unreality, psychic things, the paranormal.

There is the danger of all that taking over,

and I lost sight of reality.

As I pondered on the dream.

I wondered if spirit is not warning me to stay grounded.

That if I am not, I would increasingly stay in the other world.

And lost sight of reality.

As it is, I stay more in the other world than real world,

engrossed in operating from the real self.

The real self being my Divine Self.

In other words, operating from God.

Operating always from God, steep in God.

I could tell myself, no, that would not happen.

God would not let that happen.

That would be pride.

It could happen.

I dream this for a reason.

There is a message there.

To make sure I always stay grounded.

Grounded, centered, humble.