All Souls' Aftermath

I, whatever that means,
Had a nasty nightmare
About a poem of mine,
Of all things, around three,
The worst of the wee hours,
Dark to mineralized bone,

In which I was scolded
By a bizarre creature,
Part me, part my father,
Part fossil hominin,
Big-toothed, small-skulled, pissed-off,
Beer-consuming biped,

Who gave me a lecture
In Queens Borough English,
On how I made no sense.
I wrote down every word,
Then turned over in bed,
But some thing still dreams me.