Dreamt of the Dreamer

I am the dreamt of the Dreamer knowing no more what matters can be acknowledged, are you still sleeping oh thou I perhaps have called God in my younger years of sleep imbued with the sense of aloneness never to be seen no more than a rock stillness persists despite all of the advancement which is simply running on the tracks of time, over and over again we disappear into machines angry hearts forgetting the restfulness of silence...oh Dreamer of a billion years where have you gone...do you remember why you began this dream? Were you lonely or merely alone in your creation of imagination? What if you could animate the furniture of your mind? what if you could awaken to playmates playing back with you, just as in chess my turn, your turn, and so on until it was time to put the dream to snooze alarm hit –more time required? bordering on the mundane I think you have forgotten what you began...are we alone now?