Lost in the Wake

Black gradually dominates my view,
Smeared across the space above,
And I fall, will and the rest of me,
Arrested, caught in a dream,
With so many happenings repeated,
I could remember this in my sleep,
But as I awake, I cannot recall
The gravity ruling relative to each weight,
So everything floats with a ghostly, clouded reason,
Robbing the natural colors from all I say,
Replacing them with odd florescents,
I will just return to sleep on it,
Perhaps the next time I rise I will retain the laws,
These stories are meant to be shared, right?