Prompt: There was a strange glitch with the watch. The dogs all head over heels began to fight for one single bone. Give stood wow what a strong. Cats stomp in the snow. The lights are on upstairs. There are pillars of lights and romantic illumination on the ice rink.
Prompt: On the wrinkles of the asphalt, snow fell into all the holes in the manhole. Asphalt is visible right along the contour. At least circle it with a pencil. The sun rises in the sky and shimmers on temporary snow. Factory workers go forward with packages. And the spirit of freshness is felt in a quiet morning.
Prompt: It's good when young grass breaks out of the ground on a gray field, and the sun heats up the surface a bit. You easily jump into adventures and fly away to where red turns into orange and green. There is silence along the way and people just leave in all directions.
Prompt: Along the roadsides, a blue tractor drove towards me and dispersed people along the way. In order not to drive through the fields with a blue tractor, I ran around it and, moving along the rays of the sun, ended up in the park. Where, after gaining loads, I flew along the melted bicycle-running-walking-pesohozyaevoy path.
Prompt: Dirt flies from under the wheels of cars getting on the side of the asphalt. The last puddles are living out their happy days. The bricks were dismantled and revealed above them a desert of unstable land. Birds fly and bathe in puddles. Glowing in the rays of the sun.
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: 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: The Paris Tower is visible on the way. For the sake of repairing pipes, a secret trail was opened. A man in a work uniform caught a bus home. A man has found wealth and crushes it with his foot. The sun shimmers with rays, and in the bushes there is a true jungle.
Prompt: The sun rises and gives rays of happiness to us. The asphalt is being repaired and there is a chance to run on it as long as there are no cars nearby along the way. A clever turn of a cheerful poster and a gray-haired grandmother flies away on a broomstick.
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: 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 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 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: It was smoked inside the stove, like old-fashioned sausages. A plane flew over the roof of my smoked stove. And flew away into the pink sunrise. The snowplow is like a submarine, driving through the city streets. And the barricades at the bazaar and at the lotto club are very strange.
Prompt: Humid as on the moon Titan and windy as on Jupiter, as if he had touched an orange spot. Asphalt is a rapidly progressing bald spot, like on the bald head of a bald man from Brothers. The men are sitting on the bench, smoking and looking at the living quarters. The small dog wanted to attack the leg and deprive him of running.
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: 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: Naked men in only T-shirts run through the fog. The Barboskins with the whole team gathered at the start. 350 runners at the start were devoured by darkness and after a while you run alone. But when you run back, you see that everything is so bad, there are people behind you, and you are not the last. The calm silence of the cemetery and the rooks, as well as the boy with cerebral palsy, motivated him to run away. The Chinese were ready to press the heel of the gas. The police caught violators, and what a cunning stuntman staged demonstration shows on a moped. Jumped and flew on his own bike. At the end, the guys of our club gave me a flag in my hands, warmly and with support finished after. Smoke was smoking in the barrel, and there were pictures of joyful and sometimes accustomed runners
Prompt: The extreme conditions blanketed the area with snow. A snow sparrow is up to his eggs and an ostrich is up to his egg. He miscalculated the turn and fell into a ditch under the snow. There was a deep snowdrift. He climbed out further, and in the place of the future ayan, they gnawed a hole in the fence.
Prompt: During the night there were sand dunes, you run slowly like a snail at a tannic pace. Sometimes you fly and end up in knee-deep snowdrifts, but sometimes there is no snow. Supermarkets are already open, which means we will all buy absolute vodka, cheese, sausages and celebrate the New Year under the Herring fur coat. Happy New Year.
Prompt: All gates were blocked from all sides. There was nowhere to move, it was necessary to run across the gate. Running through the air All roads have melted away and it runs beautifully on asphalt. Like spring flowers, runners plow along the tracks.
Prompt: A fresh mood is conveyed by the rays of the sun. In the distance between the houses where the sun shines on the rays, dust shimmers. She is clearly visible. The long bus was driving a very big traffic jam. After the cork turned at the turn, but met again.
Prompt: Pedestrian traffic is difficult. Sometimes it is difficult to get into the park through traffic jams, but the sun's rays and waves of emotions help to achieve the desired. Quiet and calm inside the green space. Everywhere lawns and rare people. Everyone else is at a stop.
Prompt: Expectations and reality are completely different. After the rain, a calm came and the dog was clearing the slop after yesterday's Easter. Mud and trail in the yards, but beautiful on the sidewalks. The garbage truck devoured the peels from Easter eggs and digested Sunday besh.
Prompt: The track melted away from running loads, a victory over an iron robot. It was hard for both of us. While the girls were on fitness, I tormented the road unwound it. In firewood. I did not sweat, but the track. People splashed in the pools. Mouzon played like crazy.
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: Eternal Derby Me and Baglan Kurmangozhin ran in the team race, Georgy KoGeB decided to escape and ran far away from us. Summer residents sold cannabis seeds, after which I played chess with water, the finish was fast and cheerful, I got high and ran around, walking did not change anything in my life.
Prompt: The day didn't start well. After 2 years, the strap on the watch is worn out and rests on snot. This upset me now I'm looking for a new one. Sunshine on the street dofiga
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.
