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
Prompt: I was barricaded and I couldn’t run through the gymnasium, so I ran along the Berlin Wall. While the legend is fresh, the roads have become better. At the finish line I found myself in a nook showered with rose petals. The last kilometers greeted me like this
Prompt: The morning started with testing myself on 7 roads. Ran. Along asphalt and sometimes trails, I climbed onto a concrete staircase, climbed a long descent, hit my foot on a piece of iron, almost fell off the bridge, but ran into the city. Past the smoking driver. They swept the yard near the base with brooms. People from Prihan rushed to the cultural center.
Prompt: First I ran to the stadium myself. Ran about 3km there. Then Alexey Atyasov came running and ran 10 km with him, then Tatiana Krasnova came on foot and ran another 10 km with her. Then Meiirlan Toleukhan flew like a ghost. Afterwards I ran to the park and ran halfway through the park. And at the end, when it started to rain, I finished at the tree through abandoned areas
Prompt: The morning began at the factory. I ran to them, breathed in fresh workings and waste. I read the lungs, visited the Tetov forest, there is also autumn there, but its own. The substations are standing and providing current. And the garbage of concrete and slag is poured out.
Prompt: Autumn after the rains, dirty and still with leaves. Ran through some mud. I plopped down in this mud and ran further to the park, made circles there, saw a guy in a leather jacket and I went to the bathhouse. I ran past the bathhouse, and then walked over the stones and paving stones and returned to my place.
Prompt: The autumn morning became a champion. Flew over, inspecting the asphalt. And then he ran through the market, where he saw fresh unused socks, beautiful bouquets of country flowers, used shoes and a couple of books on sale. The morning starts with dollars. When refueling, everything is filled with gasoline, and in Bastala there is a rush. They didn’t do asphalt in 14 microdistrict. The houses are empty, the woman asks. Samsa is fresh, but she thinks that she hasn’t been able to see this today yet.
Prompt: Watering trucks drive around and water the roads for no reason now. I was on the other side and the water did not refresh me. The sun was shining and brought happiness, the board was decorated with crayons and drawings. New asphalt on Rakhat
Prompt: In the morning, under the golden yellow leaves, I ran into the autumn. He ruffled the leaves and kicked them. I let pedestrians through, looked at the sale of socks, and across the other side of the street, running through people, I ended up at a concrete fence.
Prompt: Went out for a run at the worst time of the day. In the evening. And there they dance lezginka in a cafe under the light of light bulbs, they play rap about the streets and women. It's drizzling rain, which drives you on. The GPS is hidden behind the trees, so the satellites are broken again. And then I ran through the empty market, through garages and a gas station straight to the stadium. I couldn’t find Lekha, so I circled around the stadium and through the autumn leaves to the finish line.
Prompt: The puddles swallowed the GPS and the satellite dishes drooped. There are a lot of cars along the serpentine road. Dogs are jumping out of the bushes, there are new roads, and the grandmothers have already rolled out buckets and are selling everything for pickling. The bus dumped people and everyone went to one place, to different paths. Cops at the flowerbed.
Prompt: Not the best. Trees shower each other with raindrops. They brush off the leaves and that's it. You overcome puddles, stand at a traffic light, a pack of dogs is walking. One is running through the puddles just like me. Others just walk. Small and large umbrellas flash around the area.
Prompt: The sun is hidden behind the fog and nothing is visible. Drops of dew fall from the trees. The leaves fall off and rustle pleasantly underfoot. The janitor sweeps them up, the new sneakers handle the trails well. Spike 4 mm. This is good. I flew somewhere into the park under the leaves and jumped out through the fog to a floating traffic jam.
Prompt: There is never flooding in the morning, just mud. And I found myself in a maze of asphalt machines and ran through the cabin of an asphalt paving machine. The leaves are rustling underfoot, and the dudes are standing near the South.
Prompt: Put on a new combat vehicle. And in an armored personnel carrier he went circling through the autumn streets. Mini trails are already being climbed successfully. Their diversity will be what makes them beautiful. Trading in red ingots has been going on since the morning, a blade remains from the tree.
Prompt: Autumn in colors. The leaves are fiery orange, almost golden. How to get coins. And it’s so warm outside, as if under a blanket. The path passes by markets and stalls and everything is fine. Only the clock is faulty today.
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.
