And here my new friend my master had a mental atta
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Prompt: And here my new friend my master had a mental attack. Oh why did we come there.
- This creep, in 1913, when he returned incognito to his last place of exile, performed a rite of adoration to Lucifer himself with a local witch. Afterwards, the lord of the dark forces handed him a syringe of omnipotence, which helped put a shot in the people's heads. After that, you know what happened in '17," Michael yelled nervously, waving his shaking hands and twisting his head from side to side with the veins on his temples as thick as his thumb.
Prompt: - I always knew you were fucked in the head," the hospitable relative said in an inebriated, braided tongue. - Angela, you don't give a fuck about this retard, he's sick. How long have you known him? This psycho walked around the red square naked with this bag on his head and shouted that he was the savior of this world, the fucking mission, the moron - and pointed one hand in the direction of me, hanging on the nail, while the other twirled his finger at his temple.
Prompt: From the outside it looked like he was doing some unusual dance of the Papuans of New Guinea.
- This is not a bag, this is a protective helmet from a syringe of omnipotence - Piskunov yelled, splashing white foam from his mouth, his eyes were nervously running, his hands were shaking. At that moment Mikhail Piskunov began to have an attack of schizophrenia, which he had never had before in his life.
- You're a bastard, you're not a human being, you'
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Prompt: - You're a bastard, you're not a human being, you're an abomination," shouted Piskunov.
But Nikola cackled like a strong horse. From his mouth in different directions a fountain of saliva splashed with half-eaten crumbs of village bread, which like a volley of shells fired from cannons, aptly reached its goal, hitting the open mouth of the surprised guest
Mikhail, shaking and waving his arms, grabbed Ange
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Prompt: Mikhail, shaking and waving his arms, grabbed Angela and me and flew out into the courtyard with a bullet. It was already night. We all headed to the bus stop, hoping to get to the city as quickly as possible. They were quiet the whole way, Michael was shaking. It was very dark. When they got to the bus stop, Mikhail started screaming that Kolya was a jerk, he had been injected twice in his hole-in-the-wall head by the party.
- It's dark now, there probably won't be a bus, ma
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Prompt: - It's dark now, there probably won't be a bus, maybe we'll go back and sleep in the barn and leave in the morning.
- What are you stupid, he has Lenin in his head. Lenin himself, only small in size, sits in his head. He'll call them while we're sleeping and they'll give us a shot too.
- Wait, I remembered. Five years ago I hid the sta
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Prompt: - Wait, I remembered. Five years ago I hid the stallions in those bushes, in case of a chase. Now I'll bring them and we'll ride them to the city - with these words Michael dived into the void. He came back in three minutes, holding two sticks in his hands.
- What is it? - my master's sweetheart asked.
- I think he gave you a shot when he was rubbing y
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Prompt: - I think he gave you a shot when he was rubbing your tits, and I didn't even notice. Don't you see? They're Arabian horses. They've lost weight in five years, but they can still give a head start to country mares. I used to ride them for 300 versts, I couldn't catch up.
- Aren't those sticks, Misha? Why did you bring them?
- You women are all fools! Take a closer look. Loo
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Prompt: - You women are all fools! Take a closer look. Look closely. They're horses. Stallions are the fastest. Here, this one. His name is Bujan. He's the fastest. He's not obedient, though. But he likes you. I can see that. Here, let's go.
- Misha, you're going crazy. Let's go inside. These are sticks. They're just sticks.
Prompt: - Grab the horse, you ungrateful fool. I'm saving you. Wake up. You'll understand now. I'll put a sacred helmet on you and you'll understand. You will. You'll understand everything. - With those words, Michael took me out of his pocket and put it on his lady's head.
- See now? - With pride he pronounced.
Prompt: - Grab the horse, you ungrateful fool. I'm saving you. Wake up. You'll understand now. I'll put a sacred helmet on you and you'll understand. You will. You'll understand everything. - With those words, Michael took me out of his pocket and put it on his lady's head.
- See now? - With pride he pronounced.
- No Misha. I don't see anything. And these are or
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Prompt: - 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.
Prompt: Angela was shaking, too; she was frightened, it was the first time in her life. (There really had been one incident in her life. She was 23 years old at the time, and she was a very inquisitive girl. One tractor driver, Ivan, had lured her to a warehouse of tractor parts, under the pretext of showing her the wonders of Soviet machinery. But as it turned out, behind the wonders of Soviet engineering was a self-serving motive - to possess the innocence of a curious, attractive Komsomol girl and athlete. Then, when Vanya pinned Angela in the corner of the shelf against the wall, our sportswoman was helped by a tractor part that was lying on the top shelf.
With a slight movement of the Komsomol girl's hand
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Prompt: With a slight movement of the Komsomol girl's hand, this piece gently fell on the head of her passionate lover. Then a unique piece of Soviet engineering helped Angela escape the onslaught of the treacherous warehouse owner. And Ivan, after that incident, had no desire to lure curious girls into his lair).
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.
The heels of her shoes broke at the beginning of t
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Prompt: The heels of her shoes broke at the beginning of the trip, and she left them on the same stretch of road. The soles of her feet at the finish line were solid, meaty flesh. They hurt wildly. The rider left a trail of bloody footprints on the pavement. Between her legs, the unruly and rigid torso of the horse "Bujan" left painful wounds. A passing police patrol came to the aid of our heroine.
Oh, God, I'd rather ride horses than those donkeys
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Prompt: Oh, God, I'd rather ride horses than those donkeys. Donkeys aren't as fast as this Bujan. It was at this moment, whether it was the quick galloping on sticks or the experience, that Angela's consciousness warped. Under the onslaught of the frantic ride, her mind began to drift off to worlds unseen by a normal person. In a word, she was visited by mental illness. Angela could not make it three kilometers to the city. Her feet were swollen.
What a fool I am. I should have accepted Vahan's a
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Prompt: What a fool I am. I should have accepted Vahan's advances better, he didn't give me a peach and a cobbler for nothing. I should have gone with him to Yerevan, to his uncle Karen. His relatives in Armenia probably aren't as fucked up as this helmet-and-stick master. At least he wouldn't have to ride that imaginary trotter. No. I read that the Armenians ride donkeys.
Riding on a stick with a bag on her head, Angela r
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Prompt: Riding on a stick with a bag on her head, Angela roared the whole way. I absorbed her salty and bitter tears, with mascara and despair dissolved in them. For the whole 60 kilometers of the mad race, Angela only wailed: - "Why are you doing this to me, Mishenka? It would have been better if you had possessed me as you wished. I would have been glad of anything. I wouldn't have resisted your sick lust.
Representatives of the law, having stopped the ins
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Prompt: Representatives of the law, having stopped the insane horsemen of the apocalypse, took her to the nearest police station. The Soviet Union had no mental patients, so this fact was concealed. The owner was placed in a mental hospital for treatment. After these adventures Angela's psyche also deteriorated and she was also sent for treatment. After that I never saw her again. That's my crazy story, my friend", my new acquaintance finished her story, but I don't regret anything, I'm proud of my status as a helmet saint.
The only thing I feel sorry for is Angela, she was
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Prompt: The only thing I feel sorry for is Angela, she was the only bright person in my master's path. Now it is unlikely that my master will recover. But nothing he has me, why he needs Angela, and let him carry me with pride. This is my fate and my destiny.
Peter Petrovich came to the counter, bought the desired goods, paid and we left the store. I did not even have time to say goodbye to the savior of humanity.
- 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?
- 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.
- 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
