When I hit a block regardless of what I am writing what the subject matter is or what's going on in the plot I go back and I read Pablo Neruda's poetry. I don't actually speak Spanish so I read it translation. But I always go back to Neruda. I don't know why but it calms me calms my brain.
Our dreams are firsthand creations rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity at least while dreaming we partake of the power of the Spirit the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.