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.
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.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
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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