Prompt: In many places the lights are turned off, you are running in the dark. I think who will hit you faster, you or the car. When you go into the courtyards, on the contrary, you find yourself in quiet and well-lit places. Nobody sells copper early in the morning, so it smells even fresher.
Prompt: I ran a joint workout alone. No one. No football players, no people, no runners, just me. Sunday is boring without you. Come already, I always wait on Sunday.
Prompt: Wizard's Study with his tools and candles on a table in a Medieval room, by Jean-Baptiste Monge, watercolor and ink, intricate details, fantasy, beautiful, award winning, colorful, fantastic view, crisp quality
Prompt: The stick slammed as if a bomb had exploded. I moved along the cold streets near the Berlin Wall to the bright shopping arcades. Grandmother walks low, dragging her bag. I run around people so they don’t get trampled
Prompt: I returned recharged from Astana, from the coolest disco of the 90s at the Barys Arena. While Egor was traveling, people trampled in his arena. To the tracks Snap, Ase of Base and others. I received a crazy charge of motivation and all thanks to the handshake of Kirill from Ivanushki. On this cold day I feel normal and happy. After all, the memories warm me now
Prompt: It’s a sunny day, only the fuel numbers flash in my eyes, I don’t know whether to drop a drop of gasoline or diesel fuel for speed. At a spontaneous market, a grandmother sells cabbage to get cabbage. The morning silence is interrupted by the crackling of a beer can in the distance. The centaur went behind the fence.
Prompt: Pink dawn and blue clouds, the morning was so beautiful. I collected all the dogs on every corner. The shops are open and offer your choice of chips and cola, eggs and sausages. Everything is visible through the transparent trees. A beautiful November day. Winter don't come any further, I don't love you.
Prompt: The bright bustle of dawn illuminated the sky with paper light. A brown tiger wanders near a closed cafe. Traders of the east are dragging trunks into their windows, displaying their property at the market, and the apples are ready for sale.
Prompt: Torches are burning on the streets to illuminate the path to the torch. The monks had already extinguished some of the torches. And some are still burning energy-saving ones. I meet the dawn in the clouds above. In fact, I won't see it. Yes. But they are actively collecting papers and disruptions around the area, and janitors are collecting them after the next evening.
Prompt: In short, the satellite dish disappeared from the signal again. But the joint one went cheerfully, cheerfully and briskly with Baglan Kurmangozhin; he has now run 17 km, and I have run 15 km. The football players interfered with us and there was a cloudy sky from which not a single drop of snow fell.
Prompt: Milk, milk came from every direction. It’s good that I don’t like it, otherwise I would have drunk it. Strange people roll around in the mud and then go on the sidewalks to run over pedestrians. The man was talking loudly on the phone, as if not with the interlocutor, but with everyone around him
Prompt: The rain came down and made a lot of mud, but why still go out to a meeting and crash into a car. In a supposedly decent building, the stove is lit and there is heat there. However, the entire street and the jackets of passers-by were covered in smoke. A puddle was waiting at the turn. It seems that my right leg plunged into the full depth of this puddle.
Prompt: But it was a waste of time to put on gloves when it was fresh and warm; I should have been naked and run around like those bald trees. The driver is upset that the car will not open. The movement happening around speaks of folding bricks.
Prompt: Transparent smoke stands on the street and shimmers with the rays of the sun. The clouds in the sky have already turned from reddish to white. The mud is dry. The obstacles are large and made of concrete. The short path goes further.
Prompt: Yes, it was frosty, like after blue frost, he lay down on the green grass. And everything froze forever. The sun is waiting for the melting. At the finish line, he plunged into the dungeon and took the artifact from the witch. Bald twigs
Prompt: In a white, white fog. In a festive frenzy, we solemnly celebrated another Sunday. Let's run. Tatiana Krasnova and Georgy KoGeB were with us, and Marina also went on foot to explore. And then a 200% charged runner Vladimir MANOWAR78 appeared. There is only one minus. Satellites in the air do not catch anything. It’s a little scary, but the Uzbeks are to blame for this. Pilaf is cooked in a satellite.
Prompt: It’s so good, it’s so wonderful to breathe easily, the effect of summer is just like that in November. But the problem is that the satellites are broken; the Uzbeks are cooking pilaf in them, so there is no signal. However, a dog in a fashionable Stone Island jacket with a compass is walking along the bike path. Silence on Saturday and only some lights blink
Prompt: Gloomy and dirty. But Wildberries neon flashes in the mud puddles. Now all the women in the district know where to send half of their salaries. The asphalt is clean, but you squish through the mud. I probably didn't consider the pants dirty.
Prompt: No jambs, just forward. From start to finish, in a stream of moving faces, I flew along the bald trees. From lane to lane I was greeted by the multi-colored eyes of sticks and lanterns.
Prompt: That's it, I'm switching to winter running, this means few kilometers within the region. Everywhere extreme today I counted 5 puddles, fell into them all and ended up in them all. Legs can't hold up
Prompt: That’s it, I’m closing the summer season, which was wonderful. I did a long workout so I wouldn't get bored until spring. Starting tomorrow, volumes will decrease significantly. Happy Halloween may you get bitten by a zombie!
Prompt: Good in the last days of October. Bald trees, the weather with black clouds and only abandoned roads cry for people. They can't find any traces.
Prompt: The signal was not picked up by GPS. Today we had a joint meeting at the stadium. There was only one person running on it - me. Others did not come, alas, but so. There was a drizzle of cereal, but overall it was tolerable.
Prompt: I put on thick green rubber work gloves and ran through the cold five-story blocks. In the distance I heard those dogs that almost crucified me. There is asphalt everywhere, you can move it however you want. Green and orange blink constantly
Prompt: The puddles all turned into candy, tasting of earth. Bald trees The burgundy dawn met the bald trees along the way. It’s cold without gloves, you want to drink something hot and sit in a chair. There was a chair, but alas. The GPS froze and the satellites became icy.
Prompt: Everything started dynamically. A cross was painted on the asphalt. Zhigulevskoe beer, someone spilled it on the asphalt. Afterwards I fought for my life. I was attacked by 9 dogs. The leader decided to devour me, but I turned out to be a little stronger. If I had been weaker by 2 seconds, the drivers in the cars would have seen how they were finishing me off. When I got away from the dogs, Tatiana Krasnova rushed by, and then I went to the neighborhoods. There is a huge queue for tire fitting. This is the first time I've seen something like this there. Afterwards I said hello to the girl in the park and, through the kind dogs, returned to the house. It's such a Christmas time, guys.
Prompt: Bloody sunrise, purple sunrise, yellow sunrise, and under these sunrises a man in hawk sneakers and a regular caftan is running. It's cold, the market is empty, there's no trading. Future snow hangs over the sky. The first exit after the road is the seventh road. Time to take me back to the middle zhuz.
Prompt: abstract painting using dark and light blue gold black and white basquiat styleafrican man woman with locs and black and white illusion lines , centered, symmetry, painted, intricate, volumetric lighting, beautiful, rich deep colors masterpiece, sharp focus, ultra detailed, in the style of dan mumford and marc simonetti, astrophotography
Prompt: All the most wonderful things will happen in two days, the final seventh road through the lands of the Middle Zhuz. While it flashed by, where the sun rises and the Chinese, like ants, are building a house against the backdrop of an ancient hostel, which was once a mound. All in all. See you on Sunday
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.
