My Hands Were Full of Words

I had this wild dream where I was holding all these writing tools.
A fountain pen in one hand, a brush in the other, and notebooks stacked up like a mini skyscraper.
It felt surreal, like I was about to create the next great novel or masterpiece.
But here’s the kicker: as I tried to write, nothing came out!
Just blank pages staring back at me...
What's worse?
The more I stressed about it, the more my pens seemed to dry out!
Does anyone else have dreams that feel so vivid yet leave you in despair when you wake up?
It’s funny how something so silly can stick with me for days.
Am I just overthinking things or should I take this as a sign to get my act together creatively?
Would love to hear your thoughts on this!