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: 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: 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: 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: 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: Everything has cooled down, frozen and hardened, you can move a little faster, not like yesterday. Milk flows in cans at sales points. And the wind whispers forward to rush forward after the signs of fate. Fate will connect us again on Thursday and Sunday.
Prompt: Trail Sunday sections. At first I fell on the ice in celebration, I thought I broke my arm, but no, I scratched my palm. I ran through the melting condensed milk while the dogs barked at me. But I told them in plain English that I need to move on and not gnaw bones with you. Business garages. Treasure hunters brought the ladle in the morning and have been digging the earth since the very morning in search of treasure from the rich khan. The police flash their lights. Behind the dark clouds there is a bright sun
Prompt: I ran through the park along the big roads, cross-country roads, there were a lot of people on the paths, they almost trampled into the trash and not into the trash. There is a lot of grass and apple trees are blooming.
Prompt: There is frost over the walls made of stockings and rags, and the fence next to it is almost covered in snow. The gray car had fluid incontinence and the snow where the car stood turned pink. Drivers of all stripes are trying to start and dump for a couple of hours in other areas. Steam blows from the basement, through the concrete blinds
Prompt: Children were brought to the kindergarten on sledges, on skis, on carts. Get rid of them for a day and be happy about it. Frost tickles your cheeks. Police footage of inattentive drivers. Traffic light away from the sun instead, rising red light
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: On March 8, congratulated the girls. They gave gifts and read poems as if to rap. They covered their feet with snow, saw many new Andreevs. And lightly slipped
Prompt: Came out with an umbrella people, lost it. Now the umbrella is furious with life. The man from the balcony was telling something to the audience of the world. The silence agreed with him. Sandbags went from hand to hand within a week. The kids are sleeping peacefully, and the common people too. Indeed, for many today is not just a day off, but also the beginning of the New Year's festivities.
Prompt: Sunny beauty shimmers on the strings of asphalt strips. The rhythm of the road lures you to take bold and confident steps. The traffic lights go from red to green like flashing lights. The dog sniffs fresh bitches. And the man takes the projectile and crouches with it.
Prompt: Man with a beard, with a trucker cap running, on a concrete road, in blue shorts with three white stripes on the side, with a sleeveless shirt, with Nike sneakers, Rembrandt style
Prompt: As a result, a large gathering turned into a disappearance through the park. Newcomers and veterans scattered around the park, charity and the sun shone around the runners. The first steps in running were taken by new runners. And the birds sang their little songs. Like songwriters of Belarus.
Prompt: Met the new ones, the great and crowning return of Alexey Atyasov to the world of running. Teaching newcomers all the basics of running, and noisy eating porridge after running. When we mastered the distance, we rattled our cymbals merrily and noisily. Olga Bel was worried, her phone fell out. And the birds sang songs, and the bicycles cursed. Yana conquers the world of running. At the end of the movement, Paris was completed by Maria, who flew in from the south as an eagle. Super Tussa for 9 people They roared, ate and ran.
Prompt: Yes, it's just a small thing. But this kilometer is worth 10 km at a time. As soon as you step your foot on the damp asphalt, everything starts to get wet. Legs and everything. In principle, one kilometer is enough to run through all the cold puddles. The match today is single again. Got scared
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: 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: Манеж потемнел маленько, лампу съел крокодил. В теннис играли на кубок Уимблдона люди. Кубок остался там, в бутылке с водой. Пробежал по быстрому и сдела СБУ и на лёгком дуновении свежести умчался домой.
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.
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.
