A sign

Here I lay, spending my day, I sit with tears in my eyes, with blur vision I see some butterflies, are they my spirit guide? my emotions come quickly like a tide, soon away they fly, leaving me high and dry, reaching out my hand, with my whole power I try to stand, somehow I keep failing, across I see a ship sailing, calling out to them, suddenly I switch to another realm, now all I see is a bright beam, was this all just a dream?