Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adhere to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adhere to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adhere to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Prompt: I am learning that I am not actually forgetful. Instead, it appears I am one of few people who truly remembers things. Through notes, videos, writings, I can confirm the past is as I remember it, and I remember it vividly. When talking to others, they seem to have a general and common misunderstanding of events. A rolling amnesia. Proving myself correct holds little value and changes no minds. What felt like intentional gas lighting now seems to be a genuine forgetfulness of reality, and adamant adhere to it. In the end, it leaves me feeling insane. Alone in a world, where I can prove what I'm saying, but am generally dismissed by all. Even if I were to get this message to someone, because I have at times with several individuals, by the next day they remember only the vaguest idea of it. A few days go by. Then nothing at all. I remain utterly alone. With the burden of being aware of it.
Prompt: "A subordinate in front of his superiors should look dashing and stupid, so as not to embarrass his superiors with his understanding"
Peter the Great, December 9, 1709
Prompt: higher powers, what would they wish us and what advice would they give us to do next? let them answer as it suits them or in the form of a picturesque picture so that we understand their message
Woe to you, oh earth and sea For the Devil sends the beast with wrath Because he knows ...
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Prompt: Woe to you, oh earth and sea
For the Devil sends the beast with wrath
Because he knows the time is short
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
For it is a human number
Its number is six hundred and sixty-six
Prompt: Angel 127 is a character in need of support and care. To help him, consider offering encouragement, companionship, and understanding to foster his well-being and growth.
Prompt: a chivalrier kneeling before a lady, head down and a rose between two hands and his sword in the floor. A ray of powerful light slightly illuminates the scene. magnificent old ruins in the background.
Prompt: Forgiveness on the bridge of understanding
Forgiveness walks on the bridge in golden robes,
Lightly, unhurriedly, and with peace in its gaze.
A bridge built of questions and answers,
Each step heals the wounds the heart carries.
On one side - anger, grief and loneliness,
On the other, love, warmth and boundless freedom.
Forgiveness connects these worlds separated,
With a bridge of truth it leads, until the wounds are healed.
With each step, in the silence, you hear the heartbeat,
In it hope grows, old bitterness fades.
At the end of the bridge - understanding without limits,
There forgiveness waits, reaching out its hands.
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Prompt: Forgiveness on the bridge of understanding
Forgiveness walks on the bridge in golden robes,
Lightly, unhurriedly, and with peace in its gaze.
A bridge built of questions and answers,
Each step heals the wounds the heart carries.
On one side - anger, grief and loneliness,
On the other, love, warmth and boundless freedom.
Forgiveness connects these worlds separated,
With a bridge of truth it leads, until the wounds are healed.
With each step, in the silence, you hear the heartbeat,
In it hope grows, old bitterness fades.
At the end of the bridge - understanding without limits,
There forgiveness waits, reaching out its hands.
Qqpin
Prompt: Poem on Understanding
In silence words are silent, where thoughts shine like stars,
I touch your heart - no more explanations are needed.
With your gaze like a mirror, I see the truth, so naked,
Understanding is a bridge between us, infinite in its grace.
I do not ask, you do not explain - our silence speaks for us,
Worlds tangled together, like the lines of a hand entwined in one fate.
That which is unspoken has more power than words,
Like a silent wind that carries wisdom into eternity.
Understanding is not a moment - it is the eternal radiance of existence,
In your eyes I see myself, and in mine you find home.
What is inside us weaves like the secret weave of life,
In this moment I know - you are my truth, you are my understanding.
Prompt: Poem on Understanding
In silence words are silent, where thoughts shine like stars,
I touch your heart - no more explanations are needed.
With your gaze like a mirror, I see the truth, so naked,
Understanding is a bridge between us, infinite in its grace.
I do not ask, you do not explain - our silence speaks for us,
Worlds tangled together, like the lines of a hand entwined in one fate.
That which is unspoken has more power than words,
Like a silent wind that carries wisdom into eternity.
Understanding is not a moment - it is the eternal radiance of existence,
In your eyes I see myself, and in mine you find home.
What is inside us weaves like the secret weave of life,
In this moment I know - you are my truth, you are my understanding.
Prompt: Poem on Understanding
In silence words are silent, where thoughts shine like stars,
I touch your heart - no more explanations are needed.
With your gaze like a mirror, I see the truth, so naked,
Understanding is a bridge between us, infinite in its grace.
I do not ask, you do not explain - our silence speaks for us,
Worlds tangled together, like the lines of a hand entwined in one fate.
That which is unspoken has more power than words,
Like a silent wind that carries wisdom into eternity.
Understanding is not a moment - it is the eternal radiance of existence,
In your eyes I see myself, and in mine you find home.
What is inside us weaves like the secret weave of life,
In this moment I know - you are my truth, you are my understanding.
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.
