[ WP ] `` The daydreamer 's worst nightmare '' do whatever you want with this title .

He sat shaking. 
 
 His brain would n't think of anything. 
 All there was was paperwork and taxes. 
 
 No creativity. 
 
 No images. 
 
 No dreaming. 
 
 
 What had happened? He started filling in his tax forms 3 hours ago and now he was a different person. The brain he had trusted in was gone, and all that was left was a void. A void of numbers and dollar signs. 
 
 He could n't create a scenario, come up with a dream, or even doodle a smiley face on a piece of paper. The lovely release of zoning out was gone, and he could n't leave the harsh reality of the real world. 
 
 Would he ever be the same again? 
 
 Would he ever be able to escape the real world for the loving embrace of his dreams? 
 
 Or would everything be filled with numbers. Forever. No hope of escape.
