Prompt: The spirit of Christmas and Santa's sleigh is everywhere. Brings light to every apartment. A beautiful yellow-orange sunset is building a new day. Lights of lanterns greet passers-by from the windows.
Prompt: The red dog curled up and sleeps, the muzzled sheepdog mutters something under its long nose. The carrier blocked the passage and did not let others in. Someone washed their underpants, hung them up and lost them. Sad fate. A man having seen enough of me is now running with a spaniel. And the man in black is running along the jogging track. The leaves on the trees dressed in their sundresses.
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: Seagulls fly over a mass of people and a mass of houses. They don't care about the world, they are really free. Like snow flying in free fall. On pieces of dried mud, it glitters with stars. The girl ran along the trails in a winter jacket, probably 2KM then galloped off to warm up.
Prompt: The policemen sat in the car and gave each other valentines. A fluffy cat like Cupid went to warm himself in his cellars. 3 crews of firefighters went to extinguish the fiery heat, sped away very far. He and she dig snow with shovels and talk about love. A man stands at a beer stall and demands a celebratory strawberry-flavoured beer. In general, Happy Holidays to you.
Prompt: After "Fyodor-on-Bukpe" I ran lightly and slowly through the frozen city. Day of solidarity, day of workers, day of labor and demonstrations, because today. But all the workers are asleep, no time for social breakthroughs. "Arman Shame" was written on the pavement. That it was someone dishonored or a "shameful dream".
Prompt: And there was snow outside the window at night. But during the day it simply became a blanket, covering the ice of the roads for a while and softening the falls for those who like to fall deliciously. The path carried through smoke from private houses. You breathe in vitamins and run towards the rising sun of the holiday. March 8.
Prompt: If yesterday it was wet, today it is slippery. These kilometers began to lengthen even further. But I took a risk, dressed lightly, didn’t put on another cabbage, and moved to where the sunrises were rising. I looked out the windows. In one the night light was on, in another there was a garland, and in the third cups were being pulled out of the cupboard. A beautiful girl flashes her long legs.
Prompt: Well, it’s well-trodden, paths are everywhere. There is no snow, light frost. Sooo. That's all. You run, look at the colors of the sunrise and greet the new day with a positive smile. Hoping that there will be new events in it.
Prompt: The morning earlier brought fog and smoke. When you look at the wipers, it’s as if they’re not carrying things around in their sleep, but throwing firewood into the park’s barbecue. The guy was sitting on the pipe and warming himself up, scrolling through his Instagram feed. There are no Christmas trees, only numbers and a slide in this park.
Prompt: A crazy wind sent crazy snow dunes all the way to the doghouses. Garlands are lit in every window and Christmas trees are shining. The more of these lights, the more children there are in the apartments. The parade of Shakhmans loading snow and transporting it to the steppe to the 33rd mine continues.
Prompt: I was running for the first time and was attacked by a small mongrel. Fell fought back and ran on. I run further again, two mutts attacked, fell on the asphalt and hit again. Aching, he ran on and moved carefully on the not-so-ideal ice.
Prompt: Well, the obstacles don’t interfere, they encourage you. While some are on the move. Others are warming themselves. On the pipes. A soft spot, of course. Some get excited like crazy. Others won't be able to do this. The tramp of people can be heard on the concrete steps. Snow is falling against the backdrop of light from the roof
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: Warm as in a white paradise. A little soot floats in paradise from the infected tiers, but it heats up normally. The miners are waiting to plunge into hell, as seen from the departing bus. The thread is all broken. Children are led to gardens that will soon disappear
Prompt: The cheerful sun and powerful steam from the reeds rise above the vault of heaven. Silence even wild animals, except small tigers, sleep. Morning is such a morning. Well, the freshness of everything around gives you luck for the future
Prompt: We remember what a ringing bell is. Let's not forget this, of course. Even birds do not fly in such cold weather and warm themselves in attics. The snowdrifts were cleared. Factory workers go home and catch buses. Carts parked on the street
Prompt: The breeze was doing its job. I slowed down my movements, but when he is behind me, I rush like a sailboat to crash on the sheer icy cliffs of ice. There is dirt on the roads, snow on the alleys. 2024 is written in large numbers on the square.
Prompt: Sparrows, together with doves, are waiting for a new version of spring and perform it on all the trees along the way. The soldier and his friends were surprised at the morning run. The car drove along the side of the pedestrians for some reason. And the dog wanted to bite my leg off. I don't like running dogs.
Prompt: Wind and snow fell on my head. Birches and orange chimneys fell underfoot. The wind at my back steered my ship towards the reefs, but it flew over the reefs like obstacles on a skateboard. For unknown reasons, the GPS did not catch, the satellite was used as a cauldron and Uyghur pilaf was cooked in Laguna.
Prompt: Passing through the bus, I ended up in the yard where the peasant was congratulated on his anniversary. They hugged like men and shook hands in return. The woodpecker is the best friend of Tatiana Krasnova today rattled through the trees and crunched worms. The branches before my eyes only flicker under the roof of the sky.
Prompt: Everything is great to see along the way. An eared spaniel sniffs out tracks and roams the field. A large huge ditch was dug in the direction of Kuryanovka. Leaves cover fear and chimneys and dusty places that only cats will know about. One driver does not feel sorry for his hodovka and he drove off-road.
Prompt: You hold yourself carefully so as not to fall, and then you run, listening to Pyala’s song at full volume on your phone speakers. And the sunrise today is gorgeous; in one direction it’s night, in the other there’s a blue sky, in the third there’s a yellow tint, and only the real sun comes out of the nine-story building with a scarlet sunrise. Wonderful feeling.
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.
