Listening to Black Uhuru and Falling asleep to dream

So I keep it close to me The feeling of falling down Into the hot hot summer sand And stairing out White sails on blue boats named after a Midsommer Night's Dream That one there must be Hipolita in her Wedding Gound Rude Mechanicals as Uncle Puck would say And the sun starts to fade And the bottom drops out It was a dream a dream, just a dream Black Uhuru must have put me to sleep again