Prompt: My father
Sorry, dad
My longing for you has become exalted
When I remember you, the heart is like an empty distance
My situation has changed
A homeland you have always cherished
The young and the old have become my generations
Far and near, the martyr and the deceased, my loved ones and brothers.
My country was united, east and west, south and north.
All cities are my neighbors, and all people are my address
Tribalism no longer shackles humanity
The chanting rose in processions, neighborhoods, and buildings
And the struggle on the roads and sit-ins
And love adorns every gardener
Freedom is my valley
Peace be upon my hand and my tongue
Justice is at every corner of me
Welcome to my village, my Sudanese has matured
You are my teacher and my school
You are my pen and my book
You are my people, you are my being
To you I give my peace
Prompt: My father
Sorry, dad
My longing for you has become exalted
When I remember you, the heart is like an empty distance
My situation has changed
A homeland you have always cherished
The young and the old have become my generations
Far and near, the martyr and the deceased, my loved ones and brothers.
My country was united, east and west, south and north.
All cities are my neighbors, and all people are my address
Tribalism no longer shackles humanity
The chanting rose in processions, neighborhoods, and buildings
And the struggle on the roads and sit-ins
And love adorns every gardener
Freedom is my valley
Peace be upon my hand and my tongue
Justice is at every corner of me
Welcome to my village, my Sudanese has matured
You are my teacher and my school
You are my pen and my book
You are my people, you are my being
To you I give my peace
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Prompt:
My father
Sorry, dad
My longing for you has become exalted
When I remember you, the heart is like an empty distance
My situation has changed
A homeland you have always cherished
The young and the old have become my generations
Far and near, the martyr and the deceased, my loved ones and brothers.
My country was united, east and west, south and north.
All cities are my neighbors, and all people are my address
Tribalism no longer shackles humanity
The chanting rose in processions, neighborhoods, and buildings
And the struggle on the roads and sit-ins
And love adorns every gardener
Freedom is my valley
Peace be upon my hand and my tongue
Justice is at every corner of me
Welcome to my village, my Sudanese has matured
You are my teacher and my school
You are my pen and my book
You are my people, you are my being
To you I give my peace
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
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Deep Dream
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