So, once again, I'm stuck in the world of dreams. Dreams which only exist between the walls of my brain. And I'm not happy. I've been happier when the walls of my brain were empty, and my hands were busy working on the world of realities. And I know, I know what bought me back to the dreams, I know what made me hide again inside the walls of my brain. And I don't know how to get myself out of myself. I'm stuck!