Prompt: I mentally embraced her, sinking my upper sash against her. So I would sit here forever, right here with you, my dear. I am not afraid of natural phenomena, neither rain, nor wind, nor snow, nor evil people who might harm us. I am willing to do anything for a wonderful time with you. I contemplated the green of the leaves and the roses of the fire on the other shore, the depth of the waters was beautiful and drawing me in. The wind blew and her image appeared in the rushing current of a matching wave. It seemed to me that all flowers bloomed only for us. How good the world is... The blue of the sky enchanted, the whiteness of the clouds soothed. Bright and cheerful day looked like no trouble. How good the world is... All the many colors of the rainbow that hung in the sky and hypnotized me. I could also see the faces of people passing by. They greeted each other, shook hands. It was like a declaration of love. I heard the cries of children.
- No. Not once. There was one time, though. We wer
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Prompt: - No. Not once. There was one time, though. We were walking home from work in the evening, and I was loaded with bricks. A hooligan came out to meet us and threatened me with a knife and demanded all the contents in me and everything he had in his pockets. My master was not confused and told him politely: "Brother, why so! You can ask nicely. The villain stopped his attack after these words. The master continued: - A bottle of excellent bourbon, is in my briefcase, do you need it? And he pulled me open and lowered me to the ground. The bandit leaned over with interest to see what kind of bubble I had in me, and maybe something else? And the master smacked him in the face with a sharp downward and upward motion, so he stretched out on the asphalt like a sourdough. The cheeky bastard was lying on the ground, catching the blow and muttering to himself: "What a jerk, why did I look at what bubble was in the suitcase? I quit drinking a long time ago! Our inquisitive raider didn't get up for a long time, at least not before we disappeared around the corner. There you go. I'm useful in everything. I can help you steal and punch you in the face. That's why I'm the owner's favorite thing!
- No, I just helped steal bricks from the construc
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Prompt: - No, I just helped steal bricks from the construction site where my master works. Every day the owner was taking out two bricks a day from the site he was building in my underbelly. One when he went home for lunch and one when he came home from work. And one on the weekends, when he supposedly came for an inspection. That's how three years of stealing and a house built. Now we are building a house for our son, he got married recently and needed somewhere to live. So now we carry bricks for the second house. One brick, two bricks will make a house. My boss loves me and is proud of me, he wouldn't trade me for anything, he needs me. I am proud of it. That's what I do best. That's my happiness; I don't need anything else. I am very important to him.
- It's great to be loved and appreciated by your master. Did he ever hit you?
Prompt: Coming with the master to the GLAVK, he placed me on the window sill next to a worn business briefcase. While I was waiting for my host I decided not to waste any time and spoke to my waiting companion.
- Greetings to you. How are you doing? - I started, addressing to the briefcase, - I see that your life has taken its toll, since your appearance does not inspire confidence.
- It is not you, sir, who first told me about it, - my new acquaintance answered me, - my appearance is not good, I fully agree with you, my lord appreciates me and I am proud of it, because he built the house thanks to me.
- It is strange, you do not have hands and feet, perhaps in you carried the drawings of the house, on which it was built?
Prompt: I was fascinated by all 23 curves of her leathery exquisite form. Show me at least an edge of your lining. Open the lock and show at least a piece of your intoxicated gut. Her natural leather, from which it was made, filled the entire enclosed space with a peculiarly captivating aroma. For the two of us there was no one on the bus, we only felt the presence of our masters, who held us like two pets on a leash, willing at any moment to break off the invisible leashes and merge in a unique purse and suitcase love-coital. Oh, where are you great Freud, why are you not our master who can do the impossible for us. I wish to have a conductor like you Sigmund setting the tone for this mad lust, who, like a wizard conductor, would direct, waving an invisible wand, this beautiful orchestra playing without stopping the only symphony called "love". I will probably never meet this beautiful stranger again in my life. Of course, I will many times, on public transportation, rub against other ladies' bags, but the contact with this Frenchwoman left an indelible impression on my entire life. When Petrovich carried me away from her I could only shout: - Adieu mon amour!!!
Prompt: When I shuffled my side against her beautiful and soft skin she politely said to me, "Pardon, Monsieur! I automatically answered her, for some reason: "Of course I do! And immediately I blushed.
A vibe of purse and suitcase passion filled the already cramped space of the Soviet passenger transport. The vibes were everywhere, and it seemed as though the streetcar interior was bursting like a soap bubble, swollen with the gusts of imagined passion. They drove me insane.
Prompt: Adieu mon amour!!!"
Stepping off the train carriage, my host and I headed to GLAVK for the purpose of our trip. Dissecting the air currents like an aeroplane, I flew past the sights of the city we were in. My engine, which helped me soar with ease through the expanse of human existence, was Peter Petrovich. As I flew by, I met my brothers and sisters. I considered as brothers and sisters all those who were also keepers of people's things. I am not as arrogant and arrogant as some. I didn't want to offend anyone or consider myself superior in rank. Whoever I met on my way I gave a friendly smile. I gave everyone a friendly greeting. In a cramped tram, I met a beautiful Frenchwoman - she was a lady's theatrical handbag. I fell in love with her at first sight. Her graceful form settled so deeply in my mind that I couldn't forget it for long.
His master was sitting at the ajar door of the com
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Prompt: His master was sitting at the ajar door of the compartment, looking warily into the gap. In the corridor ran crying boy about six years old and shouted pitifully: - Mama, where are you? Romanich quickly, with the speed of deadly lightning, jumped out of his ambush, into the doorway, while carrying away our brief acquaintance.
I started a conversation with the newly arrived th
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Prompt: I started a conversation with the newly arrived thing in our company. But the briefcase was silent. After a long moment of silence he began.
- Leave me alone I no longer see the point of my purpose. I contain the evil that my master carries within me. Many times I begged him to leave me, to throw me away on the garbage dump. Please, Andrey Romanovich, put me out of my misery," I implored him many times. - Romanovich tortured me, he made me into a box to carry the hangman's trappings. Our creator, the supreme chest, created me for good, but I fell into the hands of the monster, and I bring evil, sorrow and tears. Once I tried to thwart his terrible desire, the thoughts of his sick lust, but it only made me worse.
Prompt: The wife obeyed the order and opened the suitcase and was surprised that there were things that did not belong to her husband, they were: stockings, pantaloons, bras, in a word, the attributes of the female closet. And all after that they divorced. The cup of happiness in the family cracked because of our resemblance. So I conclude that we must be different for human happiness.
But our conversation and my reflection on my purpose was interrupted by a man who came into the compartment. We all froze in study of the new character. With a monotonous, cold gaze, he was assessing everyone present, who was sniffing angrily from under the shiny huge lenses of his glasses. The intelligent-looking man had a black briefcase in his hand. But this citizen was not pleasant, did not inspire confidence and repulsed for some reason. He put his briefcase near me and sat down on the edge of the bottom shelf aloof, making it clear that he has no intention to engage in a dialogue with anyone. This unpleasant character of the human world placed his briefcase next to me.
- So for me you folders also all look the same - I
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Prompt: - So for me you folders also all look the same - I laughed.
- There was a funny incident in my life - started a leather suitcase, for my old master this fact came out sideways. I had a twin brother, we were made in the same factory. We were like two peas in a pod. Same fasteners, paneling, cladding. And my former owner bought the two of us. Me for himself and the twin brother for his mistress. And so in his moments of solitude with his new lover, when he would tell his wife that he was going away on a business trip, and accordingly his mistress would tell her husband that she was also away on business, my brother and I would meet at the hotel. And at one point, in a hurry, my host confused my brother with me. Brought home without checking the contents. He walked into the living room, held out the wrong suitcase to his wife and said: - "Honey, I'm very tired, I've had a hard day today, I just came from the train station, take things out of the suitcase.
- Well, what to say about the highest of this worl
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Prompt: - Well, what to say about the highest of this world - entered into a dialogue folder. For example, Dmitri Ivanovich Mendeleyev, the famous Russian scientist, also gave his life to suitcases. He devoted his whole life to this activity, and even after he went blind, he continued to create his children by touch. People lined up for Mendeleev's creations. Mendeleev invented a special unique glue that made travel accessories especially strong and durable. Dmitry Ivanovich even invented the analogue of his periodic system of chemical elements (Table of Mendeleev), where the hierarchy of clothing keepers was looked through. A kind of system of wardrobe, where at the head sat a chest familiar to us from the times of the Egyptian civilization. This is a god as good as Louis and Freud, my friends. And I revered him at one time and worshipped my shabby side before him. But the master changed my worldview. To me, you are all the same suitcase as the Chinese are to the white race. People of other races say that the Chinese all look the same. So we folders think that you suitcases are indistinguishable from each other, you are all alike like two peas in a pod.
Prompt: My acquaintance during this scientific experiment had an unforgettable ecstasy which she could not forget, and whenever she encountered even the most holey unfamiliar bag lying somewhere in the dirtiest utility room, she shared these feelings. She said if this unforgettable feeling arose with some cigarette case, what would it be if the great Freud introduced the suitcase!!! She after this session began to think of Freud as a god, a supreme deity like Zeus.
These words struck a chord with me that I was no l
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Prompt: These words struck a chord with me that I was no longer angry with Petrovich. I thought about how I could set him up to keep very, very important and valuable things in me.
- You will laugh, but a bag I know used to visit the famous psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud. - He, after his sessions with her mistress and her, concluded that bags, clutches, and purses represent vaginal symbolism. Her mistress suffered from hysterical fits during which she constantly rubbed and touched my friend in all places, then opened and closed the lock, climbing inside and was constantly looking for something there and not finding it. Freud drew an unambiguous conclusion and set up an experiment by asking his patient to open my acquaintance, after which he began to slowly push his cigarette case in and out. At the same time the face of the experimenter lit up in a devilish smile.
- Yes. He is different. He is not like everyone el
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Prompt: - Yes. He is different. He is not like everyone else. He loves all things, regardless of category or prestige. He would never dare offend or hurt anyone, not even the holey rag bag that had been stored in the barn all his life. I felt it as he gently stroked my form. I could feel the love in his hands. Real love. And if a person entrusts us not just with cheap things like socks, panties, dresses, and toothbrushes, but with things of a different status, coveted and cherished by them, then they will love us differently. They will pay special attention to us. Not for a minute, not to part with us and even less to humiliate and obfuscate us.
- So this is our raison d'être. We should strive to keep jewels, special important things, and not some huskies in us? - I stated enthusiastically.
Prompt: The leather suitcase continued:
- I once met God, yes I saw Louis Vuitton, when he passed by the products of the factory where I was betrayed material forms, Louis said, looking at me: -This product of the new collection is created to keep treasures in it! This is the true purpose of my children created by me, my creations. And so I assure you, colleagues, we are designed to keep the wealth of man, that is the great intention of the creator!
- Have you seen the true God? - I asked him.
Prompt: - Our God Louis Vuitton* (The suitcase as we know it appeared as early as the middle of the 19th century. The credit for its invention belongs to the French craftsman Louis Vuitton, who made the sides of his products solid and flat, making them easy to transport by simply laying one on top of the other. Thanks to this innovation, the clothes in the suitcase did not crumple or lose their appearance, and fragile items were reliably protected). And I'm the only one who bowed to him. And he invented paradise for us.
I looked closely and saw a leather suitcase, of foreign manufacture, towering proudly on the very top luggage shelf.
To a colleague present for the unjustified executi
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Prompt: To a colleague present for the unjustified execution, I turned:
- I was my friend in the same situation as you. My master unjustifiably did the same to me. He humiliated me for no reason and caused me humiliating pain. And if we all together, things that serve people, our gods in quotes, faithfully, unite and take revenge as best we can. That's when they'll think about whether it's worth doing to us this way!
But I was stopped by a phrase coming from somewhere above:
- I've been waiting for this for a long time - con
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Prompt: - I've been waiting for this for a long time - continued the folder, I remember one time my master took out all the anger on his boss on me. He used to beat the walls and desks and kick me, expressing all the anger he harbored against his superiors and kept hidden from him in the back of his mind. In fits of his rage, I begged for mercy. But he was, not begrudgingly. All the pain instead of the chief, I silently and obediently took on myself. Better his boss took it all himself from the physical side, because my master then wrote a denunciation of him to the party and duck-too chief was gone. How do these people not understand that the mistake of all bosses is that they want to make their subordinates afraid, but this feeling of fear metamorphoses into a feeling of hatred, which is capable of generating a feeling of hatred and anger capable of stabbing their offender in the back. People are not our gods I have already decided for myself.
How familiar that is to me. After these words, I remembered the execution that Petrovich undeservedly arranged for me. I again mentally experienced pain and humiliation. For a while I hated him and wanted revenge.
- This is our paradise. A keeper's paradise. Where
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Prompt: - This is our paradise. A keeper's paradise. Where all the bags, purses, folders, briefcases, suitcases, bags, etc. go. It's a place of peace. Where you won't get crumpled or disfigured," mumbled the folder with a smile.
- How nice. And I imagined that if I got into this great and eternal locker. I would be flaunting myself on the very top shelf, being rubbed once, no, twice a day with this wonderful auxiliary. I will shine, no man's tan will compare to the shade of my material.
- This is my revenge on him, and I will continue m
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Prompt: - This is my revenge on him, and I will continue my revenge by hiding his important documents in my depths, in secret places, behind the lining, in a particularly hidden compartment known only to me. So that's it," the folder finished its story and looked at me with importance, "And you will be broken and torn and thrown away one day. That's our fate, the fate of things. But don't worry, we'll all end up in the great and eternal luggage room, where we'll be dusted and rubbed with premium oil, which is only sold through a bribe from the basement in the Moscow haberdashery - she continued.
- What is a luggage room?
Prompt: The offended file mumbled: - this brute broke all my sides the other day, trying to shove a bottle of Zubrovka in me. It wouldn't fit, but he was afraid the bosses would see it, so he shoved the bottle barely inside me with force and snapped my sides, thereby breaking all the side stiffening ribs. I screamed in pain, begging for mercy, but he was unbegiving. When my drinking companion asked me: "Grishan, you shouldn't have done that, you've disfigured such a thing. You spoiled it for nothing. You can hardly find such thing nowadays. And he waved his shaking hand and said: - I'll buy it again.
It couldn't be the old worn out folder that was ly
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Prompt: It couldn't be the old worn out folder that was lying next to me that was talking to me. Surprisingly I could not believe it. It had seemed to me, before, that only we - the suitcases - were endowed with these magical abilities, the ability to think and reason. I didn't. Now I distinctly heard and understood that the business folder was talking to me.
- Don't think, brother, that we're all honest helpers," she said. No, I saw a picture last week, when my master and I were at the Research Institute, one of my colleagues, a business folder like me, hid important documents in her depths. Her master went through all the compartments, shook out all the contents, shook out all the guts. But he did not find these papers. To my question - why was it all done?
Amazing these people, I thought. So capable of out
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Prompt: Amazing these people, I thought. So capable of outsmarting or outsmarting each other. We suitcases are very honest creatures.
Well, when I returned back to the compartment, from the land of fairy tales, neither the woman, nor the child and their husband and father were in the compartment. My master was sitting on the bottom shelf, holding his head with both hands. Two men were fussing in the aisle next to him.
But I came to myself not from the bustle, but from the fact that someone had cut into my reasoning. I thought I was imagining things. No, the voice sounded clearly:
- You silly fellow suitcase.
- Who is this?
- How did you pay? When? - I paid for the smell of
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Prompt: - How did you pay? When?
- I paid for the smell of eels with the sound of my coins. What more do you want?
However, if you think my nose got more than your ears, I can shake this cup for another minute.
Having said that, he reached for the cup. But the miserly fisherman had already realized that the cobbler had left him a fool. And without waiting for another ringing, he hurried back to his shop.
I didn't even know when the beginning and where the end was. I was in a reverie of dreams, I was in another universe and dimension. I was standing on the ground outside the shoemaker's dwelling. I could smell the eels, I could hear the clinking of coins that jingled merrily in the mug shaking the hands of the contented cobbler. I saw the amazement in the eyes of the merchant. I enjoyed the beauty of nature. I contemplated a blue sky of unseen beauty. The sun shone differently in my reverie, differently than I had seen it before, here in this part of the land. I watched the mesmerizing stream of river waves.
Prompt: - What does the gentleman give me this paper for? - the cobbler asked.
- What for? - The shopkeeper exclaimed. - Don't you think that every man can come to me and smell smoked eels for nothing? It's a pleasure worth paying for!
Without saying anything, the cobbler took two copper coins out of his handkerchief, put them in a cup, covered it with his palm, and began to shake the cup so that the coins rang loudly.
After a few minutes he put the cup on the table, touched the flap of paper that the fisherman had brought with him with his fan, and said:
- Well, now we're even...
- How are we even? What are you saying? You refuse to pay!?
- I already paid you!
What a wonderful smell it was! The cobbler would s
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Prompt: What a wonderful smell it was! The cobbler would snack on the smell with his rice flatbread, and it seemed to him that he was holding a fat and tender eel in his mouth.
And so he did every day. But the stingy fisherman noticed the cobbler's cunning and decided to get money from him at all costs.
One morning, when the cobbler was mending someone's heta, the fisherman came into his hut and silently handed him a piece of paper. On this piece of paper was written down how many times the cobbler had come to the shop and smelled the smoked eels.
His neighbor, a poor shoemaker, was very fond of s
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Prompt: His neighbor, a poor shoemaker, was very fond of smoked eels. But, unfortunately, he never had any extra coin to pamper himself. It has long been known, however, that poverty is inventive. And our cobbler, too, found a way to stifle his love of smoked eels.
At noon, when it was dinner time, he would go to the fisherman's house and, taking a rice cake out of his pocket, would sit close to the hearth over which the eels were being smoked. Sitting by the hearth, the poor cobbler would have some kind of conversation with the fisherman, and all the time he was greedily inhaling the smell of smoked fish.
Prompt: - And so the tale is called "Two Neighbors." Close your eyes, listen and imagine. Many years ago in the city of Kyoto, there lived two people,-two neighbors. One was a poor shoemaker, the other a rich fish-shop owner. From morning till late in the evening, the shopkeeper used to shred and fry fish. He stretched it out on bamboo horns, hung it over roasters, smoked it, dried it, fried it. Eels were especially delicious he cooked. He dipped them in a fragrant sauce, fried them in oil on a hot pan, soaked them in vinegar. In a word, the man knew his business! One thing was bad about the fishmonger: he was very stingy and did not lend his goods to anyone.
Okay, I'll tell you a fairy tale that I was told a
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Prompt: Okay, I'll tell you a fairy tale that I was told as a child by my grandmother, who lived in our homeland.
I enjoyed the calm that overwhelmed our compartment after the wild hurricane of drunkenness, and with great pleasure began to listen attentively to the woman's story. The intoxicating sounds of the woman's voice immersed me in an unknown journey of the land of fairy tales of men.
The hippo was 100 or even 1000 times bigger than m
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Prompt: The hippo was 100 or even 1000 times bigger than me. If I were that big, Petrovich would hardly be able to lift me, and his chickenshit wife would have kicked me out the door on the first day of my acquaintance. I wonder what hippos wear clothes in? What kind of suitcases do they have? Probably enormous in size? Judging by his size, his underpants or tails wouldn't fit me. I'd love to meet a hippopotamus suitcase! The picture didn't show any of his household effects, and that's a pity.
Well, his mother climbed on the boy's shelf and said to her son:
- "Well, everybody seems to have calmed down. Daddy's asleep. Come on, you go to sleep too.
- Mom, I do not want to sleep, tell me a story - begging the boy, putting aside an interesting guide to the world of animals.
The boy began to read aloud in syllables: -The hip
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Prompt: The boy began to read aloud in syllables: -The hippopotamus's legs are so short that its belly almost touches the ground when it walks. The enormous head, blunted in front, is rectangular in profile and weighs a quarter of the beast's total weight (up to 900 kg). The nostrils, eyes, and ears are somewhat elevated and aligned so that the hippo can breathe, look, and hear while remaining almost completely underwater and exposing only the very top of the head. The neck is very short and hardly expressed. The eyes are small, surrounded by fleshy eyelids. Nostrils very wide, pointing upward, able to close tightly due to fleshy edges and well-developed special musculature. The ears are also very small and mobile. A hippopotamus in the water is constantly waving them to ward off insects or too intrusive birds that land on its head. Hippos are traditionally classified as herbivores. The hippopotamus's food is aquatic or terrestrial grasses. Interestingly, hippos never eat aquatic vegetation. They like to eat the fruit of the Kigelia or sausage tree, which looks like sausages, up to 60 cm long, hanging from the branches.
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.
