Prompt: An unfortunate accident happened early in the morning. Some clowns at the crossroads decided to play speed and crashed into each other. Bus 43 is to blame, the cars scattered in different directions and lost their bumpers. Only the idyll flows from the water and frozen trees, soothes from the existence of problems.
Prompt: Run of Love, drawing a heart started at the Fedorovskoye reservoir. Draw a ball on a stick. They ran around the fishermen frightened the fish, under the depth of the water column. The phone was frozen and the plan for drawing hearts was different.
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: Beautiful frosty weather, someone is sitting outside the window and writing under the lamp. People with sticks go forward along different turns of the streets. The middle of the streets is empty of cars, and the man on the porch smokes and thinks.
Prompt: Justice is brought near the court, the janitor clears the steps and looks at the traces of the defendants. There are snow hats on the Christmas trees. The soldier went with a backpack to the steppe part, to roam on duty. A pile of cars flies out of the sleeping.
Prompt: Decided to fly today and do spectacular special effects like Spielberg. Slipped on the ice and a meter from the car flew under its wheels. He got covered in snow and ran on. A man with a polished board from the closet went to the nearest pile of snowboarding, next to the house of love.
Prompt: The dogs ran parallel to me along the road behind the house. They have a wedding, I have a run. Smoke was streaming from the stoves, the bus was hacking and riding off the route. Women scatter snow, men rest, one collects bottles. A wooden slide has been created, now the police, wearing flashing lights on their heads, can safely ride from them, under the barking of a dog in the morning park.
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: 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: 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 gods are smoking on Mount Olympus, raising smoke from their barbecue. Unexpectedly narrow paths on which it was necessary to give way were cleared and you can rush like a Vostok rocket to Mars. Green directed me to the sands and arches, near which they made a marafet as if Kim Jong-un would come there.
Prompt: Moving early in the morning, a gazelle arrived and took away the sofas, for some reason they threw out the white sofa and now it stands on a snow-white surface. Areas of sand, here and there storage. The traffic light shows me a green hand. A man is looking for garbage in the snow. Yes, the sun is up.
Prompt: The bird from the descendants became a peacock, generally turned into fluffy fluff on the woodpecker's breast and led to the milky spiral to the north pole of Andromeda. There we ran across the ice and stuck a little in snowdrifts, and after that, without the Caspian Sea, qr made plans in the Spoon.
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: 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: Two maidens were walking along a narrow path, followed by a bus without a number. A suitcase with dollars lies on the snow and no one really needs it. The pink sunrise was rising high and a cloud was rushing, the precipitation of which would be in the form of pink porridge. The person on the uneven bars swings into space.
Prompt: A man in a beaver hat and a clutch was walking along the road past the trees covered in frost. It's hard to breathe, the metallic smell is all around and the frost is lumpy. Everything around is slowing down. Park workers are still clearing the snow and archaeologists are digging up new benches.
Prompt: The garbage can is on fire, the acrid smoke of passed slops is carried along the street. The garbage truck arrived and stuffed the fiery container straight into its insides. Om-Nom-nom. Green was on ahead. And the pawnshop worked with an alarm, I had to run faster away from him. A slide is being assembled from the destroyed ruins. It's winter.
Prompt: Not synchronized, an anomaly in the wild forest must have happened. It magically stops cars and slows down time. There is a traffic light in the middle. The police are on the lookout for squirrels and mice and people to throw fines
Prompt: The Buddha puffed on his scented, tasteful candles. Now you can't see anything below. Happened joy slippery roads sprinkled with sand. Everyone is already well. At least. Warehouse traffic lights, but only the colors of the circles are missing. Behind the smoke of candles, a new day rises.
Prompt: The streets are in smoke, Allah sits with a cigarette and blows a hookah. Clouds from his pipe cover everything around. From the smoke of the hookah of Allah, even the Christian tree was dissolved. The empty 117 bus always travels during rush hour.
Prompt: The moon mixes with the sun, forming a perfect morning, where houses become golden decorations from the height of the flight. People suffer from falling, and when you are in a running movement for some reason you don’t fall. You stand on the ice not like a cow, but like Plushenko.
Prompt: The pigeons tore bread greedily, as if we were eating trout meat. The breeze at the corners blew strongly in the back and carried me into the distance. the apparent head is icy. Having slipped along the paths that the tractor had made near the Christmas tree, he made a running round dance and ran along the sand, which was scattered near the finish line. The cabinets were removed from the dump. Didn't get to the arena.
Prompt: The rainbow moon shines from behind the clouds, there is also a rainbow around the clouds. The traffic jam is illuminated and cars join the party. The laces were unpacked a couple of times and had to be knitted a little.
Prompt: Frost rustled on the roofs of the houses, the soldier walked towards the pink-gold light. Firefighters hurried to the call, but got stuck in a traffic jam, of course, no one let her go anywhere. The light went out in a clear sky, the sunrise was visible. Slippery, but as it should not fall.
Prompt: A good frost stood and moved with the snow. Everywhere there are ice mountains, like triangles, through which you have to run around and jump over. The lanterns go out faster still, the day has increased.
Prompt: The dogs are skating, the old granny cursed at the fact that I run, because she is with a crutch. The roofs cracked and rustled from the wind, a drop rolled on the head from the roofs, you can wash and shave with it. On the street, someone lost a jacket, a good one. Someone is a flower that spring has come. Will search tomorrow.
Prompt: Slippery streets, snowmen who survived after natural selection remained to keep order, equipped themselves with snow fortresses and hid from people. Finally ran out after being ill with the flu after the New Year holidays
Prompt: 5 nuns running through the woods being perused by atheist zombie, high detail, shadows and light, 4k, award-winning photography, photorealistic, black and white, reportage
Prompt: The second day of the year is the time to watch the movie "Home Alone" about Christmas and New Year. The white snow left beautiful white footprints pleasing to the eye. I decided to turn the boards off the route and eagerly look at the Christmas tree, it was beautiful, and the janitors around the Christmas tree were removing snow. Like a round dance.
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.
