Don't accuse wildflowers for being weeds because they're wild,
because they're free.

I had a weird dream last night. I was on different plane of existence where the spirit world was. I saw my dead grandma, Cardine. I remembering thinking in my dream that most people who go into the physical realm in sleep don't realize it. I told my grandma that I was on a different level of consciousness. Anyway, There was a point where I was in the earthy, physical realm and I saw my father. He was dead. I was the only one that could see him, however, he didn't yet realize that he wasn't alive anymore, in the physical sense. I remember telling him he was dead. I also remember that somehow I figured out how I was going to die and that it would be due to some sort of bursting, bursting of an artery, something like that. Now, that came out of no where. I haven't been reading or thinking about arteries bursting.
Seriously, that scares me.