Is this is not a dream?

When we dream, so real they seem, are we sure this is not a dream?
Now lets add to the confusion, is all the world just an illusion?
The seer inside me seems to know that all creation is just a show
A play of God that was arranged to keep all of us entertained
For our short stay upon this earth, and after death another birth.
For every lesson to be learned to this earth we must return
And manifest our soul's desire while evolving ever higher
Untill the self we realize and only God idealize.
Am I this bag of bones and skin and everything else within?
Or am I this heart so full of feeling, I must admit thats more appealing
Or am I this mind so full of thought, its logical, but I think not
No I am something so much more, a spirit being that yearns to soar
And merge into the one true cause a part of which I always was
This one thing I know is true, I am spirit, so are you.
This body's purpose is to sense its indended to experience
All of life's pain and pleasure yet self mastery is this life's treasure
For only once we master self do we obtain the cosmic wealth
The union that will make us whole intercourse of God and Soul