My first lucid dream ended with me eating many cookies and puked cookie dough… When I woke up I ate loads of cookies and felt sick :?. I was 11 at that time.
In my mind it is there The story I seek The plot is laid out All ready to tweak It's all here you see Inside of my head Yet I can not write My mind, it is dead I have the whole journey Stretched out in a line I've nothing to do All I have is time But something is missing That thing stories need And so I do not write With my mind I plead
I have no energy. I literally get paralyzed if I so much as lie down for a second. I don't think I'll be writing for a while...