Prompt: Chubby curvy Woman in her 40s. I miss him, I hate him. I don’t remember when one day became three but I remember week three, the pain the reality of us as told to others, heard and seen by others before I did, that’s the true betrayal having my story hijacked and redesigned by invisible hands now tearing at my very real heart. I’m loyal to the number seven. It amused him I think. I count steps of staircases, breaths in the sun, I know the beats of movements that I minimize walking, miniature ballet. One two three repeat, dance. Do not dare watch me as though I’m an abstraction. I live I count I mourn. Eat my pain if you don’t believe in it. If it’s too far away for you to feel the throb of objectification in your second-hand retelling of my first-person tale of hope, grit and love.
Prompt: Chubby curvy Woman in her 40s. I miss him, I hate him. I don’t remember when one day became three but I remember week three, the pain the reality of us as told to others, heard and seen by others before I did, that’s the true betrayal having my story hijacked and redesigned by invisible hands now tearing at my very real heart. I’m loyal to the number seven. It amused him I think. I count steps of staircases, breaths in the sun, I know the beats of movements that I minimize walking, miniature ballet. One two three repeat, dance. Do not dare watch me as though I’m an abstraction. I live I count I mourn. Eat my pain if you don’t believe in it. If it’s too far away for you to feel the throb of objectification in your second-hand retelling of my first-person tale of hope, grit and love.
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Prompt:
Chubby curvy Woman in her 40s. I miss him, I hate him. I don’t remember when one day became three but I remember week three, the pain the reality of us as told to others, heard and seen by others before I did, that’s the true betrayal having my story hijacked and redesigned by invisible hands now tearing at my very real heart. I’m loyal to the number seven. It amused him I think. I count steps of staircases, breaths in the sun, I know the beats of movements that I minimize walking, miniature ballet. One two three repeat, dance. Do not dare watch me as though I’m an abstraction. I live I count I mourn. Eat my pain if you don’t believe in it. If it’s too far away for you to feel the throb of objectification in your second-hand retelling of my first-person tale of hope, grit and love.
Prompt: "I miss him, I hate him. I don’t remember when one day became three but I remember week three, the pain the reality of us as told to others, heard and seen by others before I did, that’s the true betrayal having my story hijacked and redesigned by invisible hands now tearing at my very real heart. I’m loyal to the number seven. It amused him I think. I count steps of staircases, breaths in the sun, I know the beats of movements that I minimize walking, miniature ballet. One two three repeat, dance. Do not dare watch me as though I’m an abstraction. I live I count I mourn. Eat my pain if you don’t believe in it. If it’s too far away for you to feel the throb of objectification in your second-hand retelling of my first-person tale of hope, grit and love."
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
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