- You're an idiot. What clasps. Where are your mal
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Prompt: - You're an idiot. What clasps. Where are your male genitals? Where did you put them? Who twisted them off you? You still had them yesterday.
- What do they look like? - I went on. I've never seen Petrovich naked. - Now I'll go look for them, if they fell out somewhere. Maybe in the staircase, because I ran so fast from the dominoes, probably on the way and lost. Maybe somewhere on the second floor," I decided to soften my Aphrodite's anger.
- Svetlana, and you do not like it. Look, what a b
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Prompt: - Svetlana, and you do not like it. Look, what a beauty. Where else will you see it, look how it shimmers with all the sun's rays. Not any suitcase has it, - I answered her, taking a pose of Apollo, god of beauty, as on the ancient Greek statues. Isn't it a beauty? Somewhere I must have the second one like it. Where is she hiding interestingly - I began to look behind my back, and then look between my legs.
Prompt: - What is it? What?" Svetlana didn't calm down.
- It's a beautiful beautiful clasp," I said, without taking my eyes off the clasp.
- I see that it is a clasp. And where is your manhood? - Svetlana did not relent.
I looked at the area below the abdomen of my human
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Prompt: I looked at the area below the abdomen of my human body. Oh my God, what I saw. Below the navel and above the knee was not the usual rectangular suitcase clasp. It was different. It was beautiful. I'd never seen anyone like it before. No other suitcase had such a clasp. It shone with a charming sheen. The rays of the sun reflected in it. It shone like a mad diamond. She attracted my gaze. I stood and gazed mesmerized at this beauty
Prompt: - Take off the last one," said the chicken playfully.
I obeyed my commander. I took off my family panties. After which Svetlana shouted in fright: - What is it? What?
Prompt: - Come on Petrusha, don't worry. What do you need him for? Have pity on him. He's alive. Lie down next to me and rest. Let off steam. Take off your clothes.
I obeyed. I began the process of throwing off the shackles, because I felt uncomfortable in people's clothes. Suitcases don't wear clothes. Where did you see a suitcase wearing clothes? I wasn't used to wearing it. Taking off my shirt, socks, and pants, I froze in anticipation.
Where are you going, so excited? - My Danaë asked.
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Prompt: Where are you going, so excited? - My Danaë asked.
-Yes, I want to punish the suitcase! -I said hesitantly.
- What are you, that it will hurt?
- And how do you know that we, oh he feels pain?
Prompt: I ran into the apartment and purposefully went to organize the execution of Petrovich. When I entered the room I was stunned. Svetlana half-naked lay on the couch. She was all glowing. She looked like a naked Danaë from a painting by Rembrandt from the Hermitage collection. I had seen this picture in the encyclopedia, which Petrovich used to look at with lust when Svetlana was out of the house. She was beautiful, even more beautiful than the mother of Perseus, which Rembrandt portrayed on his canvas, based on an ancient Greek myth.
Everyone present looked at me angrily. There was n
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Prompt: Everyone present looked at me angrily. There was no point in excusing myself further. I realized that I had committed an irreversible act and, without waiting for the conversation to continue, I ran home, fearing that I might be beaten up now, with the help of my feet. And this pain I remember distinctly from the time when Petrovich had vented his anger on me.
When I was going up the stairs I thought: -I'm going to come home, I'm going to take Petrovich off the closet and kick him, let him understand what it's like.
- Petrovich go home for good, otherwise we'll give
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Prompt: - Petrovich go home for good, otherwise we'll give you such a fish - said one of the men, barely able to contain his anger.
- Sorry, you told me to take a shot, so I did it. - I made excuses.
Prompt: - That's one hell of a fish! What the fuck are you doing? I'm gonna kick your ass. - One of the victims yelled at me, his bald head was sweating like morning dew on the grass again. A half-smoked cigarette fell out of his mouth. The trajectory of the smoking cigarette fell on his neighbor's thigh. At the hissing collision with the bare part of his hairy leg, the hairy man jumped up screaming and kicked the tabletop from the bottom with his knee. A splash of portent sprinkled the faces of everyone present. Everyone stood up with a synchronized shout: -Fuck!!!
Not to stand out from the crowd, and not to be fig
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Prompt: Not to stand out from the crowd, and not to be figured out that I was recently transformed from a suitcase into Petrovich, I did what they say. I took a shot glass from the table and knocked it over. The port spilled over the smooth tabletop, creating a groggy lake in which ships of dominoes knuckles floated. Everyone at the table fell silent and some of them jumped up, swearing as the artificial lake spilled out and chilled our sailors' knees.
- I said take a shot. Take a swig. Punch it. How e
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Prompt: - I said take a shot. Take a swig. Punch it. How else to explain it to you, man from the moon. - the avid gambler laughed.
- I'm not from the moon, I'm from the closet.
- Ha-ha, closet man, knock over a shot. Ha-ha.
-Take it down, take it down, the players cried out in unison.
- Petrovich is a great man. - said one of the fell
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Prompt: - Petrovich is a great man. - said one of the fellows, running his palm over his tanned hands.
- I haven't given you anything yet. What have I given you? - I continued in confusion.
- Yeah, man, the sun's really beating down today. He must be having a sunstroke," came from behind the table, and everyone started cackling in unison. - Come on, Pyotr, have a glass with us - one of the neighbors said with a gesture, pointing to the glass of port on the table and wiped his sweaty bald head with his hand.
- What?
- Where are the fish? I do not see any fish? - Com
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Prompt: - Where are the fish? I do not see any fish? - Coming closer I said, looking around the table and looked under it, - You cheat, comrades, no fish?
Tambov wolf is a friend of you," answered one man with a scratched face.
- I am not familiar with wolves, moreover with Tambov wolves.
-I haven't eaten yet, Grandma Masha, but I broke m
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Prompt: -I haven't eaten yet, Grandma Masha, but I broke my eggs at home.
- Oh, that's why you're going down slowly, Petya? You must be in pain. Go to the hospital right away. Eggs are very important for a man. Without balls nowadays, nobody needs a man.
When I went outside, I breathed in the summer air. How good it is to be a man, except for a few misunderstandings. Under the crown of a shady elm tree, the local men were playing dominoes. One of them shouted playfully: - Fish!
Prompt: - Go away from here, out of harm's way, or you will throw sausages out the window on purpose, to spite me. I've been standing in line for an hour. Get out of my sight. Go outside. Cool off.
I obeyed the order and left the apartment. I had gone down the stairs with Petrovich many times, but with the help of my master. This time I did it all by myself. How unconventional it was. Walking is a whole art. I had no idea it was so difficult. I went down slowly, holding on to the railing. On the second floor my neighbor Maria Stepanovna overtook me with the words: - "Petya, it's not even twelve o'clock, and you're already gluttonous like a pig?
Prompt: - What eggnog. Your hands are holey. I'll give you an eggnog myself. You did that on purpose. My mother told me as soon as she saw you on the first day that you will do me evil for the rest of your life. - With these words the cook started crying.
I did not know what to do.
Prompt: Catch them. - shouted the hostess furiously.
But it was too late, it was the eggs, which rolled to the edge of the table and fell to the floor. There was a cracking sound as they hit the floor, the shells shattered, and the contents of the white and yellow slurry spilled out in different directions. Five pairs of yellow, crooked eyes stared at my fateful soulmate and me. I was stunned and said quietly, "Eggnog.
Prompt: - No, my great-great-grandfather pulled them out of my sides.
- Ha-ha, tell your distant relative, whom I've only seen in pictures, to put them back in your place. And go to his grave and tell him he left disgusting genes behind.
- I'll fix it. I reached into my bag and took out the oval-shaped objects and put them from the bag on the table. These objects on the table immediately began to perform an amazing dance, rolling around their axis. I watched this mesmerized.
Prompt: - Eggs? What do they look like? - I wondered. And here they are, probably. I held in my hand a rectangular object, apparently made of cardboard. I decided to open it. I opened it, and bam, all the contents of the white stuff spilled out on the floor.
Svetlana ran into the kitchen space: - I told you to get the eggs, and you took the salt. Are you sick? Did your hands grow out of your ass?
Prompt: - Did you fall from the moon and don't know what they look like?
- What about the moon, I just took off the closet Petrovich and he did not even drop me - automatically I blurted out an excuse, and then I bit my tongue - what am I saying, I am Petrovich.
- What are you babbling, my father?
- I was just looking at it once, because I haven't
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Prompt: - I was just looking at it once, because I haven't looked there yet today. - I began to justify myself, remembering Petrovich's way of talking.
- I bought some eggs there, put them in the fridge, - shouted the command to the commander in the skirt.
- Eggs? What are eggs?
I walked up to her, afraid to say a word. I had no
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Prompt: I walked up to her, afraid to say a word. I had not yet tried to speak. What if my voice would give me away. I took the bags and carried them into the kitchen.
- Why are you quiet? - My wife went on, - are you going somewhere to wash, or were you standing by the mirror selling your pretty face? Getting pretty. А? Where am I asking? Why are you so quiet?
Prompt: - What can't you admire yourself? - I come up with heavy bags, and he is here beautifying. Finist-early falcon. Come on, grab the bags.
I realized that a miracle had happened, I look just like the boss. And his wife is mine now, she can't tell the difference. It worked. Great-great-grandfather was right.
The invisible cook was trying to mold some form re
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Prompt: The invisible cook was trying to mold some form resembling a human being. This transformation process lasted about five minutes. And here was the result. I turned into Petr Petrovich. And Petrovich turned into a suitcase. The first thing I did was to look at my hands. Yes, those were the hands. Human hands, which had five fingers on each. I carefully placed Petrovich's suitcase on the cabinet. Then I rushed into the hallway and looked in the mirror. In the mirror stood Petrovich. I stood sideways. From the side I looked like Petrovich. You couldn't tell me from Petrovich. I am Petrovich. There was the sound of the key turning in the door. I froze. The door opened and Svetlana stood on the threshold.
All of his body parts began to lose bone tissue, t
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Prompt: All of his body parts began to lose bone tissue, taking on shapeless features. He wrinkled all over, his face taking on a painful grimace. Miracles began to happen to me, too. Shapeless ovals began to extend from my sides. It was as if an invisible force was clawing at my edges and trying with force to tear a shred out of my body. My body felt like a lump of plasticine or dough.
Prompt: After a while Petrovich came into the room. After looking all around, his eyes rested on me. He came over. Standing on a chain of legs. Carefully took me off the closet. At that moment I decided to act and cast that spell, which my great-great-grandfather had recommended to me. And then the magic began. Within seconds Petrovich let out an incomprehensible shriek. He dropped me from his arms. His legs began to fit, his arms began to retract into his body, as if someone was pulling air in from the inside.
Prompt: And then what?
- A little patience, my friend, and you will see for yourself.
With these words the ghost disappeared. I was at a loss to understand what was happening. Either I imagined it or it was another trick of those scoundrels of a tree. Look, I'll show you soon!
Prompt: - You think so?
- Can I be Peter Petrovich? That way I can understand his motives and if I understand that he is evil, then I will take your offer and enslave the whole universe.
- All right. Listen to me. When Petrovich touches you, say the following: - Change places for the glory of all the guardians of things, for the glory of the founding fathers, for justice to come. For universal balance.
Prompt: - But I don't want that. In order to dominate, I have to understand the man from the inside. To be in his sod. Wear his lining. People aren't so bad.
- Why? I'm giving you a higher, a mightier, all at once. Remember how your master used to punish you for nothing.
- He did it unconsciously.
Hence all wars and all the woes of mankind. Man is
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Prompt: Hence all wars and all the woes of mankind. Man is a parasite living on Earth, ready to destroy everything he has. A louse, a lowlife. He drinks up all the juices, kills mother earth, the planet in gratitude for the fact that she created him, raised him, nurtured him. It is not a grateful child. I'm giving you an opportunity to fix it. Strike a balance. Set the balance. Fix everything. Accept it. This is your purpose. You were not created to serve the ignorant, not to help the bipeds. You are to enslave them. Show them who's really the master. Think, decide, you have time. Teach mankind a lesson. Stories will be told about you, legends. You will be worshipped. You will be feared. You will be the highest form of existence.
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.
