Writers' Block for dummies.

And at the end of three days, he awoke. The dream was over, the sweating, the shaking. The euphoria and bliss gone right along with the fear and pain. Who's to say if any souls were saved, after only three days, in that sweet hellish place. The sulfurous fires of heaven cast such an unnerving glow across the gates that seal you in. But now he's returned, returned to this place, to live out his days, through the blacks and the grays, in this comfortable malaise, that we call eternity. It was only a dream. Goddamnit, it was only a dream.