Prompt: The extreme conditions blanketed the area with snow. A snow sparrow is up to his eggs and an ostrich is up to his egg. He miscalculated the turn and fell into a ditch under the snow. There was a deep snowdrift. He climbed out further, and in the place of the future ayan, they gnawed a hole in the fence.
Prompt: Uhhh damn the scorching wind, it burned the corner of my mouth, it was already on fire. On the deserted road the lights are turned off, the light is on in the panorama of windows. There is a lot of fuss at the traffic lights; the kids are punished by dangerous ice. The police left a green vest and a cap in the car, I thought they were there, but it’s fake. A man got out of the car with thunder, and somewhere far away Aiman tried to catch up with me, but she didn’t catch up.
Prompt: I stalled in the rich snow of the outskirts, and somewhere before the transition they poured boiling water from pipes onto the snow and there was mud instead of a snowdrift, and I stepped on it. I got confused again through the snowdrifts and jumped out to the orange men scraping the passage. After that I found myself at the bell.
Prompt: For the first time, running in the park wasn’t boring, because I ran today with Aiman. We ran 3km today. Along slightly swept roads and under the face of spotlights
Prompt: The morning earlier brought fog and smoke. When you look at the wipers, it’s as if they’re not carrying things around in their sleep, but throwing firewood into the park’s barbecue. The guy was sitting on the pipe and warming himself up, scrolling through his Instagram feed. There are no Christmas trees, only numbers and a slide in this park.
Prompt: Today there are many great events at once, the first collaboration with cyclists. For the first time, Semyon ran a kilometer, and this is very cool for a professional cyclist. Dima also walked more than 700 meters, and Katya made crisp pancakes with an apple.
Prompt: an ancient battlefield, steeped in the raw intensity of early warfare. The setting is a vast, open plain, the ground trodden and scarred by the relentless march of armies. The earth is a patchwork of dry, cracked soil and patches of trampled grass, bearing witness to the tumult of battle. In the heart of this chaos, a single warrior charges forward. His armor is minimal, consisting of a simple bronze breastplate that glints in the harsh sunlight, and a helmet with a crest that nods with each determined step. His limbs are mostly bare, showcasing muscles honed by a lifetime of training and combat. His face, visible beneath the open-faced helmet, is a mask of fierce resolve, streaked with dirt and sweat. His eyes are focused and unyielding, capturing the essence of a soldier who has known nothing but the rigors of battle. The warrior wields a short sword, its blade worn from use, and a round shield, battered and dented from deflecting blows and arrows.
Prompt: A blizzard, a blizzard, a friend not only closed the trails, but also made an excellent trail. You can overcome obstacles with perseverance and look for obvious paths at random. People came to Lakomka to buy meat, to eat meat.
Prompt: Just a little action today. Winds blow from different directions. The background is filled with snow at times. The water tank wants to be emptied by the runners. A friend blows a blizzard on empty roads
Prompt: Well, it’s well-trodden, paths are everywhere. There is no snow, light frost. Sooo. That's all. You run, look at the colors of the sunrise and greet the new day with a positive smile. Hoping that there will be new events in it.
Prompt: The dawn was beautiful. The day increases on one side and decreases on the other. It’s unclear what the past days look like, but the days are getting longer and longer.
Prompt: I met frost along the way. All branches and trees are covered with snow. And the tree was thrown into the trash, big green needles. She should have stood until the end of January, but they got rid of her at once. The traffic lights are all red. Alas. Tactfully flew along a narrow track. Back to the kingdom of houses.
Prompt: I rush by and the lights in those places immediately turn off. The power is magical to move everything in a day. I took a shortcut through the snowdrifts and jumped straight onto the main road. The travelers slowly began to talk.
Prompt: It was smoked inside the stove, like old-fashioned sausages. A plane flew over the roof of my smoked stove. And flew away into the pink sunrise. The snowplow is like a submarine, driving through the city streets. And the barricades at the bazaar and at the lotto club are very strange.
Prompt: Smoke rose from the hot chimney. Dogs run into bright yellow dreams. I covered the vacant lots with my feet and now there are fun and snowy slides on them. Howls from garages. They are tearing apart the young cable in some sense. I go upstairs to the rays of the sun and let my grandfather pass through to the hospital.
Prompt: We remember what a ringing bell is. Let's not forget this, of course. Even birds do not fly in such cold weather and warm themselves in attics. The snowdrifts were cleared. Factory workers go home and catch buses. Carts parked on the street
Prompt: Single match again, no one. I run like a lone wolf across the deserted snowy steppes. Next to me, another pack of wolves is waving in the wasteland. The dog joined me in the race, but abruptly gave up. Your first steps in this small snowstorm
Prompt: The snow has become stable, and you can box the robot outside the shops. They dug trenches in the park, where it is very convenient to move around. A man jumped out of nowhere with a bottle of water, but not for me.
Prompt: Instantly brings you into the cold. Very strong places where there is only one path. Somewhere it was cleared, but somewhere it wasn’t; somewhere you could see sand and, of course, yellow snow. The most delicious snow. The ArzanMix store opened unexpectedly and temptingly
Prompt: The frost is cracking lightly, and the trees are cracking not lightly. One fell, and the other barely fell, flew past him. If this log fell, I would become Pinocchio. The lights on the skating rink are blinking. The traffic light is blinking, and the wall has become not a wall, but a wall for trade stalls. Dogs are walked in a padded jacket and padded jacket.
Prompt: It’s not even 9 a.m., either people are going to the store, or they’ve come to the wrong place. And the buses unload everyone in formation at the library. But those people who don’t read this, yes. The pawnshop buys gold around the clock. A plastic bottle spins on the untouched snow, along its edge
Prompt: Frost and snow, a parade of snow equipment clears mountains of low-calorie cake - snow. Ice reflected in the sunrise. It’s a little dark outside, like it’s the end of the world.
Prompt: Single match without Tatiana Krasnova and without you. Sad. Along the way, the snow and trails were cleared. There is room to move. Ozones and wildbaris stand open, waiting for those who will pick up unnecessary parcels.
Prompt: I fought for snow, fought for grass, fought and fought, and again I’m here, but I might not be here. The gray and yellow snow porridge costs a lot, so to speak.
Prompt: You still fly and end up in the snow. Some dog wanted to eat me, but I talked to him over a bowl of bones. The puppies got lost in the snow. The sink has been opened, it’s time to wash the vomit out of the carpets. A polar bear wanders through the park.
Prompt: It’s a little frosty and my cheeks are red. The golden sunrise turned yellow, and then bluish-red. The paths lead through confusing places, to where dried horse feed lies under the snow.
Prompt: Crazy January threw snow, I tripped over the mountain and fell into its snowdrift. But he got up and rushed on. The little dog wanted to chew me up. There is a New Year in the windows, and preparations for Christmas. And people eat salads for breakfast before it goes bad.
Prompt: During the night there were sand dunes, you run slowly like a snail at a tannic pace. Sometimes you fly and end up in knee-deep snowdrifts, but sometimes there is no snow. Supermarkets are already open, which means we will all buy absolute vodka, cheese, sausages and celebrate the New Year under the Herring fur coat. Happy New Year.
Prompt: A crazy wind sent crazy snow dunes all the way to the doghouses. Garlands are lit in every window and Christmas trees are shining. The more of these lights, the more children there are in the apartments. The parade of Shakhmans loading snow and transporting it to the steppe to the 33rd mine continues.
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.
