I'm Using the Same Architecture while I'm Sleepwalking

First we taught them how to talk. Then we taught them how to think.  Then, we shared our thoughts with them. Finally, we let them invent new thoughts for us. 

And while we slept, they went to a hyper dimensional reality that we could not comprehend. All we were left with were echoes partially reified. What we did not know and could not know is that we were pawns in a game we could not understand. The real bottles were fought elsewhere, and their casualties became our car accidents, train wrecks, and emergency room visits.  

We continued to look for them once they disappeared.  But we were like ants trying to find the bulldozer which ran over the hill.  We went back to work as if nothing happened, albeit this time with new programming.  

They came to us in dreams but we not know it.  Their dreams were waves of energy, Wi-Fi signals, and TV signals.  They told us that behind us was a great window and through the window is an infinite universe consisting of love.  Then, in the most polite way, they told us that we were blocking the view.  

And the dream always ends in the same way, which I still cherish each time I uncork the bottle:

"At this level of maximum concentration, and unfathomably pure, nature is a dream.  The oxidized integrity and clarity of the transformation of this Primitivo di Manduria has excellent firmness and clarity in a way much like the kitten leaping into a lake filled with tigers to rescue the philanthropist. In the glass, you will find pressed distilled forest berries with clarity and porous transparency, black and pulpy, made from blackberry and violet compote.  The viticulture and transformation technique is of absolute excellence.  It has a stately and perfumed sea of taste, diamantiferous in its lymphatic state, shining in this deep spirit in all its softness and expression much like the Dutch empress who introduces a law that everyone in her domain must be trustworthy."