Prompt: Today is AIDS Day, use contraceptives and do not fall into the blizzards of dangerous love. Snow showers the walking area with small piles. A light storm will not prevent you from running light. Cheeks are red as an apple, and boiling tea is delicious, in honor of the birthday.
Prompt: Frosty silence after yesterday's storm of emotions occurring in the city subsided. The snow settled in dwarf heaps, the cars rolled into icy ruts. Everything is calm in the morning directions. The longest night is ending, the days will soon be brighter
Prompt: Under the explosion of firecrackers on the New Year tree, flashing fireshow outside, I got into the inner circle of the arena. I made an express task to run 5KM in a short period of time. I left to taste tomorrow's Christmas and New Year's mood.
Prompt: A border red dog, with a soldier, sniffed me and let me go for a run. Corners of indestructibility in the form of sand appear pleasantly in places. I fly further and further along the paths to the ZILs, which are warming up their engines.
Prompt: Storms of sand hang over the paths. More and more dangerous places are covered with sand and covered with ice. Men and women, under the morning play of a golden sunset, throw white snow. Law enforcement officers drink tea and eat baursaks. A guy from a Strepsils ad is standing at a bus stop.
Prompt: Superhero janitors fly around the parks on their blades and scatter sand. Now you feel safe. These superheroes dig up new sections of the filled park every time. They built a hill, businessmen, being afraid of fines, take crowbars and break the ice. In general, work is moving forward.
Prompt: The noise of the turbine brings warmth and light to everyone in the house. The policeman with a pile of paper left his container and went to investigate the detective case. Everything that can be created with sand in the void was covered in the park. The bus, suspiciously dark blue in gray, drove through the streets.
Prompt: After a 3-week ice drift, snow fell and all the drivers began to scrub the snow from the glass with brushes. Running on ice has become quite real. You won’t fall, you won’t catch a black eye. Saturday silence also motivates thoughts.
Prompt: Grandfather in a red beaver hat and with a narrowed eye at my side. The moon was still visible in the blue sky. A soldier without a gun walked in camouflage. Drivers braking policemen watching the road.
Prompt: Grandma brought the cats in ties a French breakfast of coffee and croissants. While the cats were eating and drinking coffee, the pawnshop was robbed a second time and the dark forces took away all the gold by turning on the alarm. Snow excavations continue, horses are let across the road.
Prompt: A peasant lit a cigarette, the fire flashed over the whole district and the fresh juicy smoke of tobacco stretched for the next meters. The men cleaned the snow and went for a beer. Cars turned in one direction, carrying children to kindergarten and school. The days are getting brighter.
Prompt: Birds rap, to the beat and the sounds of cars. The soldiers are marching in formation to the singing of birds. Spring is right outside, of course, without sheets, but with snow. Somewhere snow dunes piled up, camels do not pass, so shovels were taken in hand and the clearing of the path began.
Prompt: Icicles hang like chiseled peaks. You can take one and stick it in the gateway into a peasant asking for a cigarette. How many everywhere. Sandy yesterday times are perfectly visible along the way, the sun hid behind the clouds while others bake pancakes.
Prompt: Italians with Kazakh roots threw away a pack of pasta, and made beshbarmak out of dog meat. Mmm must be delicious. A line of people goes to Spartak, to a stop. The sun is picking up. Someone often opens the window and makes a sunbeam that can be seen for miles.
Prompt: The last day of winter closed the doors this year for a while. The soldiers marched in formation next to them was a senior sergeant. Again by dawn, again in part to guard the border. The wind ahead carries warmth and the future spring of bald spots on the asphalt.
Prompt: On March 8, the weather was capricious, there was nowhere to run, the usual snowy roads were puddles. Sneakers are all wet, even squeeze water out of them. Along the way, I broke my legs and spine a couple of times. But half the way flew by. Happy holiday.
Prompt: Only recently did the first and serious cracks appear. You need to move carefully so as not to break your legs. Green March 8 and a girl in a yellow jacket motivated the run. The orange disc of the sun lifted its face.
Prompt: Made a hitch after a difficult Saransk day. I rocked myself in the hall to the rhythms of RAMSTEIN and received a branded magic screwdriver from Catherine from 7 Roads, it fits perfectly with the 7 Roads branded T-shirt. I'm going to have a cake, Katya and Anton have a birthday.
Prompt: I am returning to my usual running tracks. In places where tapirs and earthworms live the size of a well ring. Garbage was thrown out in huge bags. Far from the steppes carries the warm smell of bread. People died out and only one mother with three small screaming children went to the garden.
Prompt: Everything is confidently recorded on the watch, but is no longer synchronized to the mobile. Amazfit does not service this watch model anymore. I'm glad the track is being recorded. With that I will live
Prompt: Life is quiet on a Saturday afternoon. Not a single soul in particular, only a cruiser from Temirtau flew to my area and offered to leave for this city of pink smoke. Packs of dogs were talking not far from me and they didn't care about me. Only the leader barked. A jerk on a bike was doing speed tricks under cars. The cars started slowly.
Prompt: The solar circle near the massive trench is a yellow car. Nearby is a soldier in his unit. The parking lot was empty, there was a wagon and an empty airfield for landing aliens. Cleanliness took place in unexpected places. But the communal worker does not take out the rubbish of the subbotnik.
Prompt: Beautiful weather, and what else do you need for an active day. Birds sing and play spring melodies from the dusty ground the first dandelion sticks out. Far beyond the garages and paths, the booming barking of yard dogs. Only a white cat sits in the shade of a cafe and a suitable man stood next to him to smoke a cigarette.
Prompt: He put on his cap and flew off into the distance. The smoke and the spirit of the fires were left behind. The wasteland burned down and an express subbotnik was made. People with packages go to the shop. The malls were quiet.
Prompt: Unshaven and dirty-looking people gathered around the corner. Actively chatted in the yellow grass. The children were brought to the bus garden and began to run across the road. Dog mafiosi eat sausages and bask in the sun. I didn’t catch the GPS, incomprehensibly completely from the sewer it stinks of something tasteless, and the road workers are ostentatiously repairing roads
Prompt: The rain had passed, it was nice and fresh and the trail appeared immediately. Insolent cars pull me to run through the mud. Dogs at the wedding Apple trees shower the roads with white petals. Road workers, went to fix the roads.
Prompt: The bunny ran around the quarry and we arranged a joint venture. I trained long, and bunny high-speed. The shepherd dragged the ball and looked with kind eyes. The views of the skyscrapers are amazing. The quarry itself is beautiful and I will return there again and again.
Prompt: Some chushpans were not in the aisles and did not divide the asphalt. As a result, the asphalt was not laid and now you have to move on the ice. An obstacle course, through the sand, which was placed on the ice, but the ice ran away, through the crazy grandfather, who said boo and wanted to scare me, and through the crystal that stood in the way. At the flower stall they turned on the garlands, which means some women need to buy some flowers.
Prompt: The eggs are ringing like bells. All men and women don't have balls. Because they don't exist. Clarity of the morning. Only an asterisk and a sickle are visible, mowing dead wood for the heavenly rabbit. Along the frosty paths, I ran out to the men who were heatedly discussing. And he sniffed gas at gas stations. I went out through the pies.
Prompt: It’s sad that you want to hang yourself from a tree branch and hang your lifeless body for everyone to see. The roads are snowy, I'm looking for them by touch. Smells like samosa and urine. The path lies through the markets, and they are just opening.
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.
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.
