A bottle of Georgian cognac stood in the center of
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Prompt: A bottle of Georgian cognac stood in the center of the viands like a medieval tower. The host, stunned, did not take his eyes off this appetizing abundance. Petrovich rubbed his painful cheeks and nervously swallowed a lump of empty stale air. The owner, of this temptation smiled as he looked at him. With ease, like a noble knight who has more than once captured the most impregnable fortresses of the entire world, he grabbed the intoxicating and imposing tower and poured the contents into a faceted glass. Pointing to Petrovich with a gesture to the trajectory of landing - on the bottom shelf, opposite himself, proudly stated: "Welcome to our hut, and shaking the air, circled both hands around everything that was on the table. Without a second Petrovich sat down and instantly took the Grail from the knight of the Order of "Holy Brotherhood" and drank the desired drink in a gulp.
Entering the compartment of the car, Petrovich put
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Prompt: Entering the compartment of the car, Petrovich put me on the top shelf. I rejoiced at that. It was his unconscious gratitude for the mistaken execution he had given me - at least I liked to think so. He didn't put me under the luggage compartment of the bottom shelf, in the stuffiness and darkness. How well up there I could see everything, I could hear everything. I began to look around within my field of vision. At the bottom of the lower shelf sat a Slavic-looking man with an Asian-looking woman. Apparently it was his wife. With them sat a swarthy child about 4 years old, Asian genes dominated him. It was their son. On a table in the center of the compartment on the newspaper "Pravda" lay a sliced herring, feathers of green onion were spiked at the side, boiled potatoes were crumbly and their few remaining eyes were looking intently into the eyes of my host. A pile of thinly sliced lard spread imposingly beside pickles and tomatoes. All this abundance appetizingly attracted Petrovich's eyes.
- Stop, don't do that. Oh no you're hurting me," I
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Prompt: - Stop, don't do that. Oh no you're hurting me," I shouted. But the boss was not reluctant.
- Oh, it hurts like hell. Why? It's not my fault, I'm not that boy who confused you with someone else. Go up to him, find him, give him a good beating. Look at his mama, maybe her beauty's worth the misery. Oh, if you understood me my master, you wouldn't hurt me. Hear me, master. I am in pain! Yes, I am your silent friend, and I cannot fight you back. If you people understood us, I would confirm the fact that you have never been here, at least not with me, and you do not know this cheerful and unintelligent young man and his beautiful mother, whom he, protects from the attention of strangers. But my master kicked me without mercy. Then grabbed me and carried me at a hopping pace, jumping over benches and urns, to where the alarming roar of a steam train, like an elephant trumpeting in the jungle, warning of something very important.
Prompt: Petrovich stood there not knowing what to do. The train was leaving in 20, or rather in 23 minutes - looking at the clock thought the innocent husband. He nervously looked at the wrist of his hand, on which the watch "Lightning", presented by the mother-in-law on the wedding anniversary with the words: - Look son-in-law hurt my daughter, I'll show you where the crawdads have wintered.
Petrovich always wanted an answer to this question, but he did not want to mess with his mother-in-law. His cheeks were on fire. He did not know what to do? Either run, his wife to justify himself (for what?), or run to the station. His thoughts were confused in his head. Bread, more bread to buy. He nervously clutched my hand, shaking me. Then something happened that I did not expect. He abruptly threw me to the pavement and shouted: "Aah, what's this all about? And started kicking me.
- What's the occasion? Svetulik, I have nothing to
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Prompt: - What's the occasion? Svetulik, I have nothing to explain. The boy confused me with someone else - began to justify her favorite cockerel.
The woman slapped him in the face, which felt like a painful beak to the innocent man. Then she put an indelible mark on the cheek of the innocent male representative, scratched the delicate skin menacingly with her long fingernails, and ran away sobbing.
- Svetochka, wait, the boy confused me with someone else," shouted Petrovich in his excuse.
But Svetochka rushed away at the speed of light, somewhere to distant worlds, while howling like a rocket taking off. And only the pain on his cheeks reminded Petrovich of what had happened.
The boy again pelted the gawkers with a cold outbu
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Prompt: The boy again pelted the gawkers with a cold outburst of incomprehensible for them list of words: - Uncle do not come to us anymore, my mother is not at home.
- I'm not going to come in - said astonished Petrusha in a dazed voice, but the answer was empty to the blank walls and the empty balcony. The boy was gone. He was no longer on the non-criminal ledge of the house wall.
- Petr Petrovich I ask you to explain yourself - Svetlana exclaimed menacingly, shifting her gaze from the balcony to the surprised face of her husband. Her voice was no longer the voice of a tender and fondly beloved chicken, and it was a phrase released furious and rabid fighter hen. The sounds she let out were not good, but a storm of rage and anger, reminiscent of a furious clucking, capable of destroying all life in its path.
Suddenly, like a peal of thunder, from somewhere a
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Prompt: Suddenly, like a peal of thunder, from somewhere above came the voice of a boy standing on the balcony of the 2nd floor of the house we were passing by. For some unknown reason the boy threw down a phrase that shocked everyone: "Uncle, my mother's not home.
We stopped. The landlord stood in bewilderment. His wife snatched her arm out of her husband's grasp with a sharp movement. And stared upwards questioningly.
- I do not understand you, young man," said Petrovich looking at the boy.
Prompt: We walked briskly along the sidewalk to the train station. Petrovich and I were going on a business trip, the first in my intangible life. I was looking forward to it. It seemed to me that at this moment everyone and everything in this city was saying goodbye to us, and not only the other half of my master, but also the trees, houses, benches, stray dogs and cats were saying goodbye to us. In a word, everything we met along the way. The trees waved goodbye to us with their sprawling branches in the light summer breeze. Dogs barked and their barking resembled the word - farewell, farewell, farewell. Only the walls of the houses were silently bidding us farewell.
Prompt: A Business Trip."
Master walked down the street clutching me in his hand. His green-eyed chick walked beside me. She held him gently in her other hand, unburdened by the burden, and gibbered caringly:
- The chicken is wrapped in newspaper, be sure to eat it before tomorrow, boiled eggs are lying nearby, they can be stored for a long time, bread we will buy now. Do you hear, Petrusha, eat the chicken right away.
Petrusha nodded in response, but was thinking about something else.
I kept looking in the mirror, at myself. I studied
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Prompt: I kept looking in the mirror, at myself. I studied myself, how I was built. How I looked. I looked at myself and thought, -I'm a handsome man. Maybe the unknown suitcase prince incognito, - I pondered, looking at the shiny coffee-colored handbag with a contented shiny black handle, reflected in the mirrored Daleks. - It is very possible that my grandmother had sinned with an antique valise in the carriage of a famous English earl. I see that my seams are straight, sewn with strong selected threads, the clasps shimmer in the sun like exquisite diamonds, and the lining is simply gorgeous, of unusual color - selected, I have not seen it in others. And the label inside me, which with the inscription "MPP RSFSR Moscow leather goods factory" proudly informs all the curious that I am a thing of the highest category, what? Even a foreign-made suitcase, seeing all this, would simply fall apart at the seams with envy. Where did all this come from, the question arises? Petr Petrovich is a man of great taste, he will not take the first suitcase he sees.
I tried once more to express friendly emotions and
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Prompt: I tried once more to express friendly emotions and my parallel world double repeated it. There is probably a world out there, in that object, just like the one I am in now. Maybe someday my brother will invite me to visit the unexplored worlds of the looking-glass. And I will surely visit them, my kinsman, but for now I have things to do here. And what if he, my otherworldly doppelganger, will crawl out of there himself and live here instead of me. Well, he's probably fine there, and I hope he stays there.
Such arrogant identical twins should be put on the
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Prompt: Such arrogant identical twins should be put on the spot, I thought. I was so impudent and impertinent that I was shocked myself. What if this dandy was stronger than me and could kick me in the face with my dermatin face and excellent metal clasps. The much-respected individual continued to stare at me insistently. I was confused. No reply or hello. What to expect? To avoid confusion, I smiled and said affably - I'm kidding bro. And oh, my God, he reciprocated. A smile can do wonders - I realized this at once. Next thing I know, he was doing everything I did. I was pissed off about it. Was he mocking me? Then I decided to put him in his place and decided to direct the threat at him. And he responded in kind. Then I looked at my host and noticed that the other host and his clone were also making synchronized movements. And it dawned on me that this was not another suitcase, not a brother, not an enemy, but my own person, imprisoned in a parallel world.
In front of me stood a businessman, a handsome dan
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Prompt: In front of me stood a businessman, a handsome dandy with chrome clasps that played in the sun. He, too, was looking at me curiously. A business guy. He, however, looks at me defiantly. Studying, too. Cheeky. There was a note of arrogance in his gaze, looking at me with his nose up. What the fuck are you doing? - (It was a phrase I had heard in the store when I was on sale. One man, said to another, who stared and smiled sweetly and insistently at his wife. The woman was confused by these advances, and she listened. It was obvious that she did not like these advances. And he insistently started winking after that. After the words of her furious husband: "Have you d*cked around? He left right away. At that time I thought it was a human greeting or a way to protect myself from an unpleasant person. And I remembered those words for further possible defense).
Prompt: It was a winning endgame. Petr Petrovich put me near this object, which his spouse called a mirror. But lingered for a while, deciding to evaluate his acquisition.
Looking at Petr Petrovich, I directed my gaze along the trajectory of his gaze and stunned. I was frightened and exclaimed: - Holy trunks fathers!!! - when I saw a second host across the street. One just like him. His twin brother? Turns out people are the same, too, just like us. They must be stamped somewhere in human manufacturing plants, too? (I haven't yet encountered such phenomena in the human world as a mirror.)
His twin brother also had a suitcase. Peter Petrovich was looking, but he wasn't looking at himself or at me, but at another suitcase. Was he comparing me with it? Again the competition. Why? - I thought, - another rival, this is probably the way my whole life will pass in meaningless and exhausting rounds.
- Look at those women, what a bunch of them," I th
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Prompt: - Look at those women, what a bunch of them," I thought to myself. The man brought a friend of life, you might say, his new friend, namely the new, brought home, his wife to boast, not a mistress, and friends drinking, or his mother, or the head of the production plant, and she is not happy. I'm not drunken backstreet, which can your madam things in an unknown direction to take away and drink without thinking.
- Well, my little chicken," went on the master, "there were only such things. You know how everything is bought now. There were only two choices. This one fell to my heart.
- Well done, boss, he started his opening defence well - I encouraged him. But he didn't hear me.
- All right, Pyotr Petrovich, put your new friend by the mirror and let's go to lunch.
- And there were no others," she finally said, aft
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Prompt: - And there were no others," she finally said, after she looked at me questioningly and stared intently at him with her beautiful green eyes.
Nothing seemed to escape her gaze, not even the uneven stitching of the threads in my side.
For a moment I drowned in her beautiful bottomless depths of her eyes, like the sailors of a wrecked ship drown in the turquoise abyss of the ocean waters. I was drowning. They were pulling me deeper and deeper. And then I abruptly dredged out of that luring abyss after her realization of her question.
Prompt: "Knowing Yourself."
The hallway was bright. Bright sunlight streamed into every corner. Coats and jackets hung on hooks. Hats and caps and berets were perched on the top shelf like a mountain. Shoes were scattered chaotically on the floor near the door. The brunet stood in the hallway with his hand firmly grasping my plastic handle. He wouldn't let me go.
- Sweetie! It's me. Look at the suitcase I bought - I shouted this phrase into the bright sunlight that was beating an ultraviolet fountain through the window. Squinting, the owner put his palm to his forehead as if to protect himself from the oppression of the sun.
A slender blonde dressed in a thin yellow robe, which emphasized her perfect figure, entered the corridor. The other half of the host was holding a towel in her hand. She had a menacing look. I froze. Looking at us, she hung the towel on her shoulder. With the palm of her free hand she gently ran a strand of her beautiful, golden-tinged hair.
Prompt: But the brunet's eyes ran to the right and to the left, ticking like that, monotonously counting off some invisible eye-seconds on the close background of the blue bottomless dial. And bam - the imaginary hammering of a gong. His gaze stopped on me. And I clearly realized that now he was definitely mine, he was my master.
Looking at each other, I realized that he was different, exactly different, if you compare him to all those who had previously tasted me or cast me as useful in the human world. I realized it was a sign of the Supreme Suitcases letting me know that he was mine and I his, we were one, in other words a couple created by higher invisible forces. Dazed in an incomprehensible euphoria of bliss, hanging my consciousness in incomprehensible for me worlds and dimensions I clearly understood that he came to me my god, creator and master, this wonderful ecstasy man, I exclusively created for him.
-I have goods for important people, I saved them f
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Prompt: -I have goods for important people, I saved them for myself, I wanted to keep them myself - the seller wailed. Well, if need be, then I can help out a good man, and I see that you are a serious man, you do not throw words to the wind. And with a sharp movement pulled out from under the counter me and my waiting companion standing nearby.
The brunet examined the objects. His eyes fixed on me. He came closer to me and stared at me intently. At that moment, I was in a state of mad admiration for the man. He took me in his hand and shook me. It was clear that he was interested in me. He liked me. He rubbed me lovingly, touching me with his palm through which he exchanged his warmth with me. These people are so warm. And that warmth was so appealing and as I felt very kindred. It was an unusual feeling. I realized it was mine, something kindred. I want to be with him. To serve faithfully. But then his gaze went to a nearby object.
Prompt: "The Landlord."
A tall brunette man entered the lobby of the store. A slender build. The citizen was dressed in blue pants and a white cotton shirt. On his feet gleamed black boots. He walked lightly around the spacious area of the store and approached the counter. He looked around lightly, scrutinizing all the empty shelves. After a minute or two he addressed to the sales clerk, standing behind the counter: - Comrade, are there any suitcases?
- There are no goods. All previous consignment is sold out.
- It is not a problem, I am going on a business trip, and it is not serious to go with bags in trains nowadays)))) In general, without socialist options? I'm ready to repay in kind.
Prompt: They even, pardon me, did obscene things. At that moment I was eaten by shame, my mothers dear, as I remember, they climbed into the holy of holies to my gut. But I did not resist, because I knew that one of them would become my master. I was made for people. I just saw them take my fellow leatherettes from the shelves, give my guards some colored papers, and take them away. I want to go with you too, pick me up soon - I wished. Choose me, choose me, the bird of happiness of tomorrow - I sang along to the beautiful sound made by an unusual object, which people called a radio. And the bird of happiness finally visited my mortal suitcase essence.
I was packed up and loaded somewhere. Next I heard
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Prompt: I was packed up and loaded somewhere. Next I heard some humming, I was shaken, then unloaded. Caring hands grabbed me carelessly and carried me away. That's how I ended up in a place called the dry goods store. The shabby walls were a nuisance. And to my surprise, I was placed under the counter of a Soviet store. Day, night, day, night flew by as an invisible bird. I contemplated what was happening in the lobby of the store, through a crack in one of the boards that made up the wall of the counter. There over the side, the ocean of Soviet life, bright objects were moving, they were talking, they were taking, touching, and looking inside other bags and suitcases similarly standing under the counter. These were the very people we were made for. It was amazing that the people, our security guards working in the store, didn't put us on the shelves to be seen. And they hid us and only took us out for a select few to see. Once, they even got me out on the sly and showed us off.
I was held by a strong calloused hand, which I cle
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Prompt: I was held by a strong calloused hand, which I clearly felt with my plastic hand. Shaking and tossing in the air like on a swing, with my arm swinging back and forth like a clock pendulum, it seemed to me that I was being carried by a river or some unknown force to my Destination. I was aware of it. My true purpose was a mystery to me. I still didn't understand how I was born in this material form or substance of endless waves of time. And you are not crazy to realize that I am communicating with you, I just want to share my, slightly different, in your understanding, life story.
I was carried along by the flow of my non-material life. I was born. I was understanding. I pondered. I wanted to do good.
- Looking at you and those here," I began, "I woul
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Prompt: - Looking at you and those here," I began, "I wouldn't say we're all different. There are objects just like us all around us. We are all the same, we are all brothers, we are all twins. We all look like each other.
- Don't you dare argue with me! While I was in Kolyan's workshop for 10 days, I learned a lot from him, I know everything, a century under the fake bunk in the hut with the roosters dusted! - He couldn't calm down.
Suddenly a worker came into the storage room, and came over to us quickly. He grabbed me and my first acquaintance from the variety of items on the shelf, and carried us away.
- There you go, the lost brother. I need a brother
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Prompt: - There you go, the lost brother. I need a brother like that. Look who you are? Or who I am. I am a suitcase of the first category, made to a special order for party workers. Look how my sides shine and my clasps shine - because they are double chrome plated. I heard myself, personally, how Kolyan, a factory worker, said loudly when he was installing the clasps on me: - Wow, how polished they are! Polished twice? I guess they used imported technology? You can't do without it. They don't polish like that here. They shine like Lenin's balls on the Lenin monument on May 9th. We believe this series of suitcases to the Regional Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union for members without members. And then he continued after a moment of silence:
- It's a good thing my products, can't talk, or else, long ago, would have been p**ed to Siberia for such words, the lavatories in the barracks to p***ing for two.
- What's not to understand? You were made here. Or
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Prompt: - What's not to understand? You were made here. Or simply, you were born here. Your purpose is to serve your master. To keep his things. To help him in all that the great suitcases - the founding fathers - created you to do. Your destiny is to honor the sackcloth commandments, to be Richelieu or the keeper of your cardinal's things. Here I am, already acting according to sackcloth traditions, and I'm still dusting here.
- So we are alike, like twin brothers? - I asked.
- You can keep your voice down. - I politely addre
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Prompt: - You can keep your voice down. - I politely addressed the speaker standing next to me.
- Who are you? To tell me what to do! You're the embryo of the suitcase industry! The glue on the back of your lining hasn't dried yet. Don't shut me up! Not even five minutes have passed since they brought you in from the production shop, and you still dare to shut me up, a twenty-day old suitcase? Oh, you! - The stranger went on.
- Wait a minute, I didn't mean to be rude, sir. I just don't remember how I got here. And I just want to ask you something that might banish my amnesia. (I was surprised that I could communicate so intelligently with the subject in a dialect he understood.) Or maybe," I continued, "I could get some help or advice from you on how to proceed.
Prompt: The first concentration camps in Germany were established soon after Hitler's appointment as chancellor in January 1933. In the weeks after the Nazis came to power, the SA (Sturmabteilung; commonly known as the Storm Troopers), the SS (Schutzstaffel; Protection Squadrons—the elite guard of the Nazi party), the police, and local civilian authorities organized numerous detention camps to incarcerate real and perceived political opponents of Nazi policy.
Prompt: - Awww?
And in response, I heard some discernible and familiar sounds. And I clearly understood them.
- There was another one born, I heard to my right.
I understood that the objects around me could also be thinking, like me, and talking.
Suddenly I heard to my left: - What's going on, where am I? I don't remember or understand anything?
Now on my right I heard clearly again: - And there were a dozen newcomers. I've been lying here in the factory for twenty days, gathering dust, and they keep bringing in newcomers. Maybe my boss is out there looking for me and can't find the right thing. Poor thing, he's probably out shopping, looking for something he can't find, and he's going to cry. Poor thing. And they, those useless factory workers, are preparing to undermine the socialist system, Soviet subversives. You are out of control. Parasites. Bring Stalin the Father here immediately, he'd put things in order. To the store, on the shelf, urgently, first of all. Sons of bitches! - the restless person wouldn't calm down.
Prompt: "Birth."
Blue, white, yellow, green... Flashes of multicolored light flickered chaotically in the motley gamut of emptiness. The void, what is it? Is it infinity or just the beginning of something new. Not remembering my past, my present, and not knowing my future, and most importantly, my essence and purpose.
- Where am I?
- Who am I?
- Or what am I?
These were the questions I asked myself as I looked at the green walls. Yes, green walls. I could clearly see the green hue of the uneven layers of paint, flaking off in unevenly shaped pancakes in places. A confined space. Semi-darkness. What became clear next was that I was surrounded by some rectangular-shaped, brown-colored objects. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. It was strange. It was just a thought. Could it be that I was the same as these many objects. Who will give me the answer to all of this?
Just as the soul moves from childhood to adolescen
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Prompt: Just as the soul moves from childhood to adolescence and from adolescence to old age, so at the moment of death it passes into another body. - Bhagavad-gita, 2.13.
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.
