Prompt: Swept along mixed trail paths. Where is the asphalt, where is the path, where there are still puddles along the banks. He ran along the green grass and under the streams of steam towards that very bright day.
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 are waiting for the dawn and waiting for the sun. The pigeons are already bathing in the morning cool of the puddles; they have opened the season and are making barbecue from the seeds and having fun while these people are driving around in hawalas.
Prompt: Yesterday I almost died from poisoned water, today I’m alive and here again. Trains are humming in the distance, and a cloud, black and gray, is moving along with the trains. But this does not interfere with the path at all.
Prompt: Do not touch, choose different paths. Listen to the roar of the trains, the wall of adventure separating everyone from the gold of MACKENZIE. The trail is done, the asphalt is painted in two. The mud is passable, but you can get through it. And you will go out to the mountains
Prompt: Morning brought light. They were barking from the bushes on a leash. The smoke of the cars smokes and you fly into it, flying out of the smoke. The gray grass will not soon turn green, frost remains on the car windows
Prompt: The sun has risen, the sun is shining, the streams are thundering loudly. People march through the village and go straight to the city. And the asphalts are good and the paths are good. Boring clouds everywhere, and closed shops in the early morning. But on the side of the road there is a dismantled sofa, you can sleep by the road. For travelers
Prompt: The sun gives light, the skin impregnates all the rays and the probability of becoming a high niger. The beauty on the street is scattered bottles, toilet papers, candy wrappers and chips. You look at these flowers and think “April is here.”
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: 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: 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: Get over yourself and get up early in the morning. Under the melodic bark from the garages where Atyasov is engaged in great creativity, under the rays of the sun illuminating the transparent ice of the sluggishly freezing Atlantic, I moved towards an unknown future.
Prompt: 800 (Ekaterina Lakomkina) Vladimir MANOWAR78 and I rushed through places in which the spirit of vigor and great freshness was preserved. Great energy and joyful power. The puddle of melted snow remained. But then they disappeared. Vladimir MANOWAR78 started a half marathon. Ufff...
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: 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: We got together on a beautiful spring day. The warmth allowed this with Tatiana Krasnova and Vladimir MANOWAR78 and E-800 (Ekaterina Lakomkina) and Semyon. Dima was on a break. The snowstorm is over and the snow is being cleared. It's not easy to be first in a race with Vladimir.
Prompt: An active lifestyle, when I walk 27 KM a day on weekdays, does not end on weekends. I got lost in the storms of the city, crossed dunes, climbed into small snowdrifts, met people with earflaps and without earflaps, saw cleared roads and yellow snow. The wind sometimes carried along the way, sometimes not, but most importantly the sun shone in the eye, and the wind blew into the mouth.
Prompt: A hand strewn across the sky, a cloud-like entity casts down a transparent blue hue orb of cold winter blizzard upon the land freezing all within the orb animals and adventures outside the orb are seen scrambling to get away.
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: The ice and snow had still melted, and the jackrabbit and magpie marked the snow with their tracks. They ran through the snowdrifts and let me go. While gasoline prices are high and while the police are fining non-religious citizens, I rush through the garages to the aluminum fences, meeting the rays of the sun
Prompt: While you feel like a figure skating star, but on the other hand, spring shows its character and melts the ice. The southern breeze carried my ship on its way. To the concrete jungle and brick houses with walls being built on the horizon.
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: creepy creature with a lot of colors and long skinny limbs and a big mouth with fangs dripping red liquid walking on all fours in a old forgotten town
Prompt: Snowy eyelashes from the steam appeared before our eyes. I searched with my eyes, but didn’t find any woodpeckers. But I found flying crows that were diving on the runway. They hunt for bugs hidden in the bark of trees and in holes in concrete pillars. Milk was shouted loudly, and people from neighboring houses came out to buy it as if on a mountain.
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: A snowstorm passed, covering every half of the streets. Somewhere there is an entrance, somewhere there is none. Everything is cleaned and purified. Well, I'm here today because the evening should be sweet.
Prompt: Panic in the laundry room on big laundry day. Crazy washing machines. Water gushing in swirls out of the machines. A beautiful young woman in a red dress is panicked, her clothes are flying in all directions, she jumps into the foam coming out of the portholes, colorful dresses, sexy underwear, socks, colorful and flowery pants. Very realistic photo, in 3D with HDR effect. Highly contrasting cyan, magenta and yellow colors.
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: 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.
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.
