Still dreaming

I woke this morning as if from a drugged stupor. My wife and I have an agreement that the last one out of bed has to make it, and while I was making it I could barely keep from falling back in and into my dreamy haze. It seems I was at work much of the night, doing therapy and saving the kids on the Adolescent Chemical Dependency Unit from plunging headlong into the abyss. This evening I will sit before them in the flesh, and once again I will do my thing, flowing with the vibe in the room and using whatever they throw at me to build my house of insight. When one or two of them knock at the door, I will nod my head with smug satisfaction for a job well done. But I will still be dreaming.