Dropping Jaw Poetry

It’s:

Half past two: “BANG!” Thunder rolling, post, the lights
 
Insomnia now, made coffee, drank, to bed again, no frights
 
Boom! Vibrations of my bed, but still, there's nothing to dread
 
Just another thunderstorm experienced, from my bed
 
Three-AM. So quiet now, but wait! There stood a grey man
 
“Oh, no! Not you again.” Questioning, but he insisted his hand
 
And, like before, there is no choice, and off and away, we went
 
Parallel to the earth and up over heaven, so while flying; I repent.
 
And, as before, so many times, entering the mothership, are my kind
 
Some sleeping, some playing cards, some in surgery, Oh, my crazy mind!
 
Surely a dream, so, I ask, and no one answers, but vacantly stares, in fact.
 
“You, know the answers,” from within my mind, thus seeing, my body, intact
 
And, there I was, on mother’s ship, for several hours, plus more
 
Suddenly, my alarm echoes seven, from under covers; wondering, dreaming lore?
 
Got ready for work, with bags under eyes, disheveled, from astrums' soar 
 
To somewhere  else ~ that I've traveled, innumerable light years before