The dream about the time I was in a meadow of pink and green foliage and flowers. I was wearing that chessboard dress again and in the sky was a huge flower made of more versions of me and my dress. It was big enough to be a cloud or a spaceship. I held my hand in this position again, holding a single hand-drawn flower. I must have picked it from another meadow, in another dream.
Self-Centered, as in allowing yourself to be the centre of your universe to find a deeper connection to the universe we live in right now.