Dreaming again

Look out your window, in the dark.

It is a window, into the street.

I knew in that second,

That I had dreamt all this.

No,

One continuous dream from birth:

This now,

A conglomeration of all terrifying

Events, war on the way like a missile tracking.

You have dreamed of all this,

Yes,

But you must stay in this terrible dream,

Stay in the test,

Stay with the monsters, the far reaching

Complex cascade of symbols and places and times and faces, all now clicking and machinating, like pieces of clockwork, or pieces of chess orbiting an eventual stale mate, a deadlock which seems now to rest in the next few of your motions, your salient steps.

You stay, my friend.

My son.

For you are the dreamer, and you must decide how you will wake up, and the kind of world you've dreamt.

You are the dreamer, the builder.

You are the dreamer:

So you must stay with this dream until the blessed morning of all time's wake.

It has shown you it's darkness, and the depth therein of deceit,

So do what comes naturally to you.