- Good morning," I said, referring to the bag. - I
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Prompt: - Good morning," I said, referring to the bag.
- It's good morning for some people and mad morning for others - she responded to my greeting.
- 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.
Herbert George Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 Augus
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Prompt: Herbert George Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 August 1946) was an English writer. Prolific in many genres, he wrote more than fifty novels and dozens of short stories. His non-fiction output included works of social commentary, politics, history, popular science, satire, biography, and autobiography. Wells' science fiction novels are so well regarded that he has been called the "father of science fiction"
Herbert George Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 Augus
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Prompt: Herbert George Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 August 1946) was an English writer. Prolific in many genres, he wrote more than fifty novels and dozens of short stories. His non-fiction output included works of social commentary, politics, history, popular science, satire, biography, and autobiography. Wells' science fiction novels are so well regarded that he has been called the "father of science fiction"
Herbert George Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 Augus
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Prompt: Herbert George Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 August 1946) was an English writer. Prolific in many genres, he wrote more than fifty novels and dozens of short stories. His non-fiction output included works of social commentary, politics, history, popular science, satire, biography, and autobiography. Wells' science fiction novels are so well regarded that he has been called the "father of science fiction"
Herbert George Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 Augus
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Prompt: Herbert George Wells (21 September 1866 – 13 August 1946) was an English writer. Prolific in many genres, he wrote more than fifty novels and dozens of short stories. His non-fiction output included works of social commentary, politics, history, popular science, satire, biography, and autobiography. Wells' science fiction novels are so well regarded that he has been called the "father of science fiction"
Prompt: The fake island of Dr. Moreau or in the footsteps of H. G. Wells (from the cycle "Dreams of Chikatilo")
I came with the head of a cat on the belly of a turtle
and the leg of a street dog where the tail once hung, the
moustache of a poor hamster on my back, I
stuck the excellent island of Dr. Moreau now in my hut!
I read books enthusiastically by H.G. Wells
Soon I will arrange a war of the worlds for all aliens!
Prompt: The fake island of Dr. Moreau or in the footsteps of H. G. Wells (from the cycle "Dreams of Chikatilo")
I came with the head of a cat on the belly of a turtle
and the leg of a street dog where the tail once hung, the
moustache of a poor hamster on my back, I
stuck the excellent island of Dr. Moreau now in my hut!
I read books enthusiastically by H.G. Wells
Soon I will arrange a war of the worlds for all aliens!
Prompt: The fake island of Dr. Moreau or in the footsteps of H. G. Wells (from the cycle "Dreams of Chikatilo")
I came with the head of a cat on the belly of a turtle
and the leg of a street dog where the tail once hung, the
moustache of a poor hamster on my back, I
stuck the excellent island of Dr. Moreau now in my hut!
I read books enthusiastically by H.G. Wells
Soon I will arrange a war of the worlds for all aliens!
Prompt: moustache of a poor hamster on my back, I
stuck the excellent island of Dr. Moreau now in my hut!
I read books enthusiastically by H.G. Wells
Soon I will arrange a war of the worlds for all aliens!
Prompt: 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. 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.
Prompt: 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. 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.
- The oddities in my master's behavior have been n
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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.
- The oddities in my master's behavior have been n
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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.
And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a fo
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Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a fo
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Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
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.
- The oddities in my master's behavior have been n
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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.
And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a fo
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Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a fo
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Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a fo
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Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that
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Prompt: This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that could help in the difficult moment of saddling the Arabian horse. So she gave up. She had to saddle "Bujan", the very untameable horse that Mikhail was so proud of. Misha saddled the other one, named Amethyst.
They rode into the night, shouting, "Noo, you're flying in, save me.
This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that
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Prompt: This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that could help in the difficult moment of saddling the Arabian horse. So she gave up. She had to saddle "Bujan", the very untameable horse that Mikhail was so proud of. Misha saddled the other one, named Amethyst.
They rode into the night, shouting, "Noo, you're flying in, save me.
This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that
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Prompt: This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that could help in the difficult moment of saddling the Arabian horse. So she gave up. She had to saddle "Bujan", the very untameable horse that Mikhail was so proud of. Misha saddled the other one, named Amethyst.
They rode into the night, shouting, "Noo, you're flying in, save me.
This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that
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Prompt: This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that could help in the difficult moment of saddling the Arabian horse. So she gave up. She had to saddle "Bujan", the very untameable horse that Mikhail was so proud of. Misha saddled the other one, named Amethyst.
They rode into the night, shouting, "Noo, you're flying in, save me.
- See now? - With pride he pronounced. - No Misha.
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Prompt: - See now? - With pride he pronounced.
- No Misha. I don't see anything. And these are ordinary sticks - Angela mumbled frightenedly, she was shaking, - these are sticks.
- You are a fool. I will not give them to you," the madman shouted, "get on your horse, or I will break your head with this stone," nervously pointing to the huge stone, which was threateningly lying on the side of the road. The hands of the savior of the people were shaking nervously.
This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that
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Prompt: This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that could help in the difficult moment of saddling the Arabian horse. So she gave up. She had to saddle "Bujan", the very untameable horse that Mikhail was so proud of. Misha saddled the other one, named Amethyst.
They rode into the night, shouting, "Noo, you're flying in, save me.
This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that
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Prompt: This time Angela had nothing at hand, nothing that could help in the difficult moment of saddling the Arabian horse. So she gave up. She had to saddle "Bujan", the very untameable horse that Mikhail was so proud of. Misha saddled the other one, named Amethyst.
They rode into the night, shouting, "Noo, you're flying in, save me.
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.
