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: Most likely someone missed me, these records. I probably thought I was lost, but not yet. The path led me to life circumstances in which it is difficult to run every day; critics say it is possible in the early morning/evening. But hardly. So far, within the framework of five days, 2 times a week. True, today is running through the swamps.
Prompt: The frost is light, at minus 28 degrees, but I’m used to it, especially after frostbite on the lung. Snowy Everests line up one after another, huge mountains are collected in heaps. Smoke from smoked meats floats around the area. You yourself are smoked like a roll. At the dawn of the old days, they are walking with a dog in a vacant lot. The nose stings from the cold or from a slight runny nose, who knows.
Prompt: They transferred an hour ago and the early morning became more unusual. Snow has fallen and I’m making my first tracks, but someone sweeps them across the circle and I can’t be found. A little slippery, but they still really hold on
Prompt: The cats sat on top of each other and warmed themselves by purring. Grandma brought out some food and the cats were happy. The fire department is pumping water; the pipe is connected to the motor pump. A person is standing at a bus stop and waiting for a bus. Oceans of puddles flash by in the rhythm of a silent wind, the fire department is putting out the fire, the cops are sorting out the accidents that happened to Yandex taxi. A squally wind blows behind the bushes and hills are visible. We boldly move towards a bright, bright dawn
Prompt: Robbery of a dumpster looking for swag is turned upside down. Valuable metals were taken and ice cream and strong drinks were purchased with them. The fire department is still standing outside the house, pumping out ancient artesian water for Coca-Cola. I found a bit of winter near the stadium and rushed there. Morgan's numbers lead to dawn
Prompt: And the snow melted, only wet traces remained from under the snowdrift, and the tree melted. A house and a roof under construction can be seen in the distance. The rays of the sun send an unknown signal.
Prompt: Just a huge body of water appeared in the 15th microdistrict. The seething waters cut the earth, opening the gates to hell. Karaganda Su decided to take the elements into a fire hose and bring the water through the dungeons into the swamps. A trail appeared on the way, and what won’t people do to complicate and train trail lovers?
Prompt: After the rains, where the grasses grow there is a jungle of plantains, yellow grasses scatter across the clearings in the milky way. Dandelions are a separate yellow spot, a yellow hole that attracts bees. Lilac blooms even where there is none.
Prompt: It warmed up and the snow became slippery and soft. It was sprinkled heavily with sand so that a huge desert arose. Schumacher farted on his basin. Having reached the forests, I saw yellow snow. Heaps. From them you can make a good snowman
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.
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.
