Prompt: The relative lived in a town about 60 km from the city. In order to diversify the meeting places with his acquaintance, my master offered her a trip together. She didn't hesitate to agree. She was even so carried away by the idea that she went to the hairdresser's, bought a new dress, underwear, shaved her legs and plucked out the little moustache under her nose with the help of tweezers. Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, short in stature, with a rather impressive bust. The size of her form gave no rest to Vahan the Armenian, who worked as a fruit seller at the market near where our future bride lived. At the sight of her imposing charms Vahan didn't take his eyes off of these peaks of Ararat for a moment and shouted loudly: Vai, vai, vai let Angela Vahanushka have these watermelons, vai, vai, vai!
Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment
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Prompt: Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment and become a regular obedient Soviet citizen. We only met again today, after a six-month separation, because he was in rehab for the mentally ill. The separation from his master was borne out by a rather unusual outburst of his illness. And it started out quite beautifully, and I even thought he was cured. Being a lonely man in life, he avoided socializing with people, especially the female sex. But one day in his lucid moments he met a very simple and easygoing woman. They began dating. They took walks in the evenings. They found common topics of conversation and it brought them closer. One day a distant relative invited him to his house.
Even on the kitchen wall in calligraphic handwriti
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Prompt: Even on the kitchen wall in calligraphic handwriting, in clearly legible letters, he wrote slogans - "Against the injection into the head of the people, which daily injects the party will help sacred helmet" and "The injection penetrates deeper into the brain than massage. After these sick ideas and thoughts, he put me on my head and marched naked around the apartment shouting: - Fuck you, now! You can't put a shot in my head.
My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who
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Prompt: My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who are fighting for space. He starved, economized on everything. At one point he considered himself a knight of time, and he elevated me to the rank of a holy helmet to put on my head and avoid the jab the party puts in the heads of the people every morning through means of communication.
He did not use a mirror in his household, for he f
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Prompt: He did not use a mirror in his household, for he feared that his double, or rather his reflection, would crawl out of it and strangle him, and after killing him, live his life in his place. One day he fancied himself an artist. In the rush of this crazy idea he began to paint the walls of the apartment where he lived. During this period of crazy life through his wall masterpieces he tried to open people's eyes to what was happening in society and the world, so he painted people with three eyes. He believed that the third eye would help people, to look and see the invisible and hidden from them. He often said: I am fighting a war, not for space, but for time. I sit in my apartment in an imaginary trench, and take from the past a scrap of time.
Prompt: - The oddities in my master's behavior have been noted throughout his life, as many of his acquaintances have said, well at least I have observed it since the moment he acquired me. For as long as I had known him, he had hardened and tortured himself: he slept on an iron bed without a mattress, stared at the sun with the naked eye, lived in an unheated room, and severely restricted himself in his eating. He was taciturn, withdrawn, extremely proud and impatient. He had no friends, for he was arrogant with everyone and tried to show his superiority, that he was smarter and more educated than all. Those who approached him, after some time themselves broke off all friendships. Everyone regarded him as a very complicated and sickly man. On more than one occasion, his short-lived pals beat him on his nosy face for his arrogance.
- This is a phenomenon I have not yet encountered.
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Prompt: - This is a phenomenon I have not yet encountered. Could you tell me the essence of your speculations in more details, maybe I will join your ranks and get the holy status, like an illusory shield, which can protect my master from the oppression of the slavery of the modern world order?
- That is for your master to decide. You serve him. My master is disconnected from the reality of this world and has a mental disorder that people in white call schizophrenia. If you wish I could tell you my story in more detail, my fellow man.
- Nice to meet you, I am a simple suitcase, and yo
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Prompt: - Nice to meet you, I am a simple suitcase, and you are, as I understand, a handbag?
- Maybe once I was a handbag, but at the present stage of my life I am a protective helmet of the people against the onslaught of party leaders, and I have the status of the Holy Grail, which my master wants to present to the people.
The hue of his face had a jaundiced tint to it, an
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Prompt: The hue of his face had a jaundiced tint to it, and he must have had problems with his liver. The representative of the most ancient race stood in silence and nervously, waiting for his finest hour, which could once and for all make him happy with his new closet. But it was obvious that this man was not all right with health, namely with mental health, as he mumbled nervously under his nose and gesticulating with his hands let everyone around him know that he was not satisfied with this long wait. Brunet nervously and sharply took out a bag from his pocket. Nervously clutching it in his hand, he began waving it around. Seeing the new object, I decided to make conversation with interest.
There are no words to describe this outrage. There
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Prompt: There are no words to describe this outrage. There is no worse feeling of waiting in line. You wait, you wait, and you get all wound up. Queuing in stores is normal. It doesn't make it easy, just hard. Petrovich and I stood in line at the store, hoping to buy a pair of family underpants, which once a year were thrown on the counter for Soviet citizens. Behind us, a tall citizen took the line. He was thin, tall, had an oval-shaped face, and small gray close-set eyes that looked around viciously. His nose was oversized, his Jewish roots predominating. He was very proud of this fact of his ancestry and often stressed to his acquaintances that his father was of Jewish descent. The stranger had black curls on his head.
Prompt: And after that, Matrona's faith left her mind. It flew away like a meaningless prayer. Or maybe at that moment God decided to open the parishioner's eyes to the church's complacency, or maybe the Antichrist himself decided to add oil to the fire of the believing heart and caused the parishioner to become thirsty at that moment, under the will of which she went to the store. And after that, the meaning of life changed in the sinner, she lost her faith. She went with me to the temples to collect alms. And she was so carried away by it that her spiritual belief in the true God turned into the worship of the god of wealth she had seen in a picture in an Indian magazine. Every time Matrenushka closed her eyes, the fat god winked at her in her illusions and gestured to her insatiable belly to show her that it was not enough. And she was so dizzy with her illusory fantasies, under the spell of a new deity and religion, that she went into a gambling frenzy. Our house already has two rooms full of potato sacks filled with money, mostly copper and iron coins, with nowhere to put them. And this is not the limit, she wants to fill the kitchen, corridor, bathroom and toilet with money.
And this situation opened the eyes of the great si
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Prompt: And this situation opened the eyes of the great sinner Matrena. And then she realized all the deceit she had never seen before. The priest Yerofey, her sacrificial triyak, presented for good, not for profit, but from a pure believing heart, for the divine needs, did not hesitate to give it to the watchman Nikitko, as he himself in a frock did not stop to appear in places of alcoholic spillage. And to avoid the shame and all sorts of unnecessary meetings with the parishioners, sent the keeper to the store for a bottle of port, with the excuse that the parishioners servants of God may find out, and the cassock if I take off, and the beard where to dispose of, not shave. And who finds out what the money is spent on, then they will donate a lump of butter. And I'll take you in a share, and after you're gone, together we'll crush a jug in the church basement, for the health of God's servants. After such iron arguments Nikitka crossed himself and kissed the hand of the savior of the brutal hangover, without hesitation skipped to the monastery for manna port.
And this situation opened the eyes of the great si
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Prompt: And this situation opened the eyes of the great sinner Matrena. And then she realized all the deceit she had never seen before. The priest Yerofey, her sacrificial triyak, presented for good, not for profit, but from a pure believing heart, for the divine needs, did not hesitate to give it to the watchman Nikitko, as he himself in a frock did not stop to appear in places of alcoholic spillage. And to avoid the shame and all sorts of unnecessary meetings with the parishioners, sent the keeper to the store for a bottle of port, with the excuse that the parishioners servants of God may find out, and the cassock if I take off, and the beard where to dispose of, not shave. And who finds out what the money is spent on, then they will donate a lump of butter. And I'll take you in a share, and after you're gone, together we'll crush a jug in the church basement, for the health of God's servants. After such iron arguments Nikitka crossed himself and kissed the hand of the savior of the brutal hangover, without hesitation skipped to the monastery for manna port.
The saleswoman, a rather serious-looking woman, he
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Prompt: The saleswoman, a rather serious-looking woman, her whole weight on the counter with her hands embedded in her sides, is arguing with Nikita, the church attendant, shouting: - "I'm sick of you and the priest with your bills! I won't take your torn three! Stick it up your arses with Yerofei, tear it into two even halves, roll it up into a tube, and shove it up your arse and his in turn. When Matrona looked, she saw her green treasury note with a torn-off edge and an inscription on it. And in a frenzy she said: "That's my three-card bill, I donated it for the building of the temple, for the glory of God. And the saleswoman in response did not stop: - Here's another mistress of untold riches, and you take this lousy three-dollar. I said I wouldn't take it.
Prompt: The parishioner felt so good in her soul. She was intoxicated by the church utensils, the furnishings, and the smell of incense with which the priest had doused the sinner. She did not hesitate to donate her last bit of money for the construction of the temple to the priest Erofei, saying: - To the glory of our Lord, God sees everything, I'll sacrifice you Lord, the last money, and maybe it will come to the servant of God. She bowed, dropped a kiss on the priest's hand and left the church. After the service, Matrona went to the nearest church store to quench her thirst and see if the worldly people would pour some water from the tap for free. She goes into a grocery store and witnesses a disturbing scene.
She and I traveled a lot to different cities, visi
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Prompt: She and I traveled a lot to different cities, visiting churches, temples, and cemeteries of saints. She always wondered why churches provide services for money. Everywhere you go buy candles, give money for funerals, put money in the chalice for a donation. You come to the temple with your candles, and the church apprentice yells at you: - Go buy our candles, yours that you have brought with you in our temple is not acceptable to the Lord! That's not right, thought the parishioner. The last straw was an amazing fact. She came to a distant temple in another city, having spent almost her entire pension. My mistress was left with the last trinket in her pocket. It was a green three-rouble note with a torn edge in the left corner, on which there was an inscription with a ballpoint pen: "Do not touch mine", money for the way back. I went into the long-awaited church. I stood by the icons, came to the cross of the savior, fell on my knees and worshipped to the glory of our Lord.
When they slept, the nymphs plucked a hair from ea
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Prompt: When they slept, the nymphs plucked a hair from each god, and from the hair of Zeus himself they made a central thread. The first pouch gave rise to the pokal mission. It was the ancestor of all purses, avocets, folders, bags, briefcases, suitcases, trunks, etc. Her nymphs gave her to Perseus to put in her the head of the defeated Medusa Gorgon. We are closer to the human gods. We know exactly our purpose and superiority over all of you. So you know, snow-footed, you do not have such an important mission in life as I do, wai-wai-wai-wai," she mocked the Kyrgyz beauty. - And so I know for a fact that our honor and purpose is to store and carry the human energy that people love more than anything else in the world is money, which is a resource and a means of achieving human goals. My mistress is a believer and worships them, the human gods.
- Is that the truth, brother? So that's what I hav
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Prompt: - Is that the truth, brother? So that's what I have to get my master to do. Praise the high suitcase. I should strive for it. It is the honor of a true suitcase to give goodness and joy.
But then a shabby bag, which was watching our discussion, entered the dialogue:
- You're insane. You fools. - The worn out bag interjected. - You are far from us, bags. We were created much earlier than you. Our purpose is far above your earthly actions and aspirations. We, far above you in hierarchy, in rank. We came before you long before you came to earth. The first bag in history appeared thanks to the nymphs; they wove it out of the hair of the gods.
- Forgive me. Don't swear like that again, or I'll
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Prompt: - Forgive me. Don't swear like that again, or I'll grab a dagger and smash you to death! I'm respectable, I was produced in an Armenian leather factory, understand? I live with my owner in Kyrgyzstan. My boss and I do important things for a lot of people. My boss has weed in me. Only it's not dandelion, not rose, and not float, but an important weed from the Chu Valley. You smoke it and wai, wai it's good for people. When we come to the city, everyone begs my lord to sell it, even the chief of the station policeman himself. That's how it is. I am a very important suitcase. I am very much appreciated. I give joy and pleasure. To this I have been likened by a higher power. Drives her this May destiny. Put five angry hot djigits in a room and put vodka or cognac there, they'll slit each other's throats like sheep in an hour. If you give them some weed, they'll be laughing like children and rejoicing. Wai-wai go outside and sunbathe together, wai-wai-wai-wai.
- My friend, why are you so angry, in the circle o
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Prompt: - My friend, why are you so angry, in the circle of people who live in the place where I come from, this is a normal greeting - I began to justify myself, understanding the whole point of this wrong greeting.
-Maybe where you come from is normal, but where my boss and I live is a swear word, and in my country you could have your head shaken, your knob and clasp broken, and your sides cut open like the belly of a sheep. Ashimalkina! Auzunga chichaim! You brainless suitcase!
- I'm sorry. I didn't know. People here the other day on the streetcar greeted a Negro like that. Where are you from?
- Is that the truth, brother? So that's what I hav
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Prompt: - Is that the truth, brother? So that's what I have to get my master to do. Praise the high suitcase. I should strive for it. It is the honor of a true suitcase to give goodness and joy.
But then a shabby bag, which was watching our discussion, entered the dialogue:
- You're insane. You fools. - The worn out bag interjected. - You are far from us, bags. We were created much earlier than you. Our purpose is far above your earthly actions and aspirations. We, far above you in hierarchy, in rank. We came before you long before you came to earth. The first bag in history appeared thanks to the nymphs; they wove it out of the hair of the gods.
- Forgive me. Don't swear like that again, or I'll
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Prompt: - Forgive me. Don't swear like that again, or I'll grab a dagger and smash you to death! I'm respectable, I was produced in an Armenian leather factory, understand? I live with my owner in Kyrgyzstan. My boss and I do important things for a lot of people. My boss has weed in me. Only it's not dandelion, not rose, and not float, but an important weed from the Chu Valley. You smoke it and wai, wai it's good for people. When we come to the city, everyone begs my lord to sell it, even the chief of the station policeman himself. That's how it is. I am a very important suitcase. I am very much appreciated. I give joy and pleasure. To this I have been likened by a higher power. Drives her this May destiny. Put five angry hot djigits in a room and put vodka or cognac there, they'll slit each other's throats like sheep in an hour. If you give them some weed, they'll be laughing like children and rejoicing. Wai-wai go outside and sunbathe together, wai-wai-wai-wai.
Prompt: My friend, why are you so angry, in the circle of people who live in the place where I come from, this is a normal greeting - I began to justify myself, understanding the whole point of this wrong greeting.
-Maybe where you come from is normal, but where my boss and I live is a swear word, and in my country you could have your head shaken, your knob and clasp broken, and your sides cut open like the belly of a sheep. Ashimalkina! Auzunga chichaim! You brainless suitcase!
- I'm sorry. I didn't know. People here the other day on the streetcar greeted a Negro like that. Where are you from?
Prompt: "Lost Faith."
What do I care about this bag, I need to talk to representatives of my species first. So looking at the white suitcase I shouted out a new greeting that I had recently learned: -Blackass. How's it going?
My new buddy, not a kindly look, assessed me and after some pause answered:
- My asshole compared to your asshole is a snowflake, you know what I mean?
The crowd of Soviet citizens laughed enthusiastica
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Prompt: The crowd of Soviet citizens laughed enthusiastically and were amazed at the interpreter's dexterity and ingenuity in mitigating the budding conflict in a rather original way.
That is how, thanks to the interpreter, the Soviet Union avoided an international conflict that could have been the cause of World War III.
The return home was welcome. My host and I had had
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Prompt: The return home was welcome. My host and I had had enough of wandering around a strange city. After picking up everything we needed, which was the purpose of our work trip, we returned home again on the train.
The monotonous rocking to the pounding of the train wheels made me sleepy and bored. In the compartment of the coach there were two other people: an elderly, thin, short woman and an Asian man. Something strange was going on this time in our wagon shelter, nobody was friendly and didn't make any contact. So everyone was busy thinking their own thoughts. But I wanted to socialize, so I decided to cheer myself up by communicating with my shaking companions. And that was an old shabby woman's bag and a suitcase just like me only, milky colored, that were lying on the opposite top luggage shelves.
Prompt: Now me and you, and everyone here, looking around the crowd with a hard look, we are all niggers - comrades, I am a nigger, he is a nigger, we are all niggers, buddy-buddy in one word - continued to justify himself with a strained smile of the accompanying interpreter.
After these phrases Mambuka's face lit up in a beautiful smile, resembling an open cob of corn with an even row of snow-white and beautiful teeth. With a friendly greeting the foreigner, not like you and not like me, turned to the roughnecks: "Nigger, nigger, I'm glad to greet you all nigger. And you nigger-ass fellow driver at the next stop, Mambuka will be getting off the ostrich. And a banana and an orange to treat you nigger-driver to the embassy afterwards.
Prompt: - Here? I'm a don andestend yo mai freds? What do you mean by nigger? - came from the lips of our African, looking questioningly at the uprising of the Soviet people.
A man standing nearby, as white as any, spoke out against the oppression of transport apartheid. It was the accompanying interpreter who blurted out: - What are you chattering idiots, this is Comrade Mambuka, from an African communist state, here to learn the experience of communist propaganda. You'd better watch your mouth, or World War III will break out because of such words," he said with a strained smile.
Then turning to the black party schoolboy, with a strained smile on his face, he said: - Black-ass, respected comrade Mambuka, is a Russian variant of greeting, like hello comrade, hello buddy, hello brother or as in your languages where you are from. Well, for example in Afrikaans it would be "goyimore", in Ndebele it would be "locha", in Tsonga it would be "avusheni", in Zulu it would be "savubona", and in Russian it is nigger - that is a very respectable person in our language, a friend in one word.
The crowd resounded in defense of the aborigine: -
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Prompt: The crowd resounded in defense of the aborigine: - Where did this nigger hare get bus passes! They only ride elephants and ostriches in their homeland, and this transport does not accept season tickets! These animals are driven by trained gorillas! And gorillas are only paid for with bananas and oranges!
Then came the bus driver's voice: "I'm not a gorilla! I will not accept bananas and oranges for the ride. So at the next stop that black hare has to get off my ostrich, until he pays the fare in normal Soviet money. What am I going to tell Vasilich, the head of the bus depot? That I had a black hare on the bus and paid for the fare with a kilo banana, huh? He'll fire me. And I got a vacation coming up! The guys in the park will laugh at me. Get the militia and the inspectors here right away, let them eat bananas themselves.
- And if this black hare pays with a fork of African black cabbage, then your Vasilich will be very happy, ha-ha-ha - the crowd of passengers rumbled merrily.
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.
