Prompt: And after that, Matrona's faith left her mind. It flew away like a meaningless prayer. Or maybe at that moment God decided to open the parishioner's eyes to the church's complacency, or maybe the Antichrist himself decided to add oil to the fire of the believing heart and caused the parishioner to become thirsty at that moment, under the will of which she went to the store. And after that, the meaning of life changed in the sinner, she lost her faith. She went with me to the temples to collect alms. And she was so carried away by it that her spiritual belief in the true God turned into the worship of the god of wealth she had seen in a picture in an Indian magazine. Every time Matrenushka closed her eyes, the fat god winked at her in her illusions and gestured to her insatiable belly to show her that it was not enough. And she was so dizzy with her illusory fantasies, under the spell of a new deity and religion, that she went into a gambling frenzy. Our house already has two rooms full of potato sacks filled with money, mostly copper and iron coins, with nowhere to put them. And this is not the limit, she wants to fill the kitchen, corridor, bathroom and toilet with money.
There are no words to describe this outrage. There
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Prompt: There are no words to describe this outrage. There is no worse feeling of waiting in line. You wait, you wait, and you get all wound up. Queuing in stores is normal. It doesn't make it easy, just hard. Petrovich and I stood in line at the store, hoping to buy a pair of family underpants, which once a year were thrown on the counter for Soviet citizens. Behind us, a tall citizen took the line. He was thin, tall, had an oval-shaped face, and small gray close-set eyes that looked around viciously. His nose was oversized, his Jewish roots predominating. He was very proud of this fact of his ancestry and often stressed to his acquaintances that his father was of Jewish descent. The stranger had black curls on his head.
- This is a phenomenon I have not yet encountered.
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Prompt: - This is a phenomenon I have not yet encountered. Could you tell me the essence of your speculations in more details, maybe I will join your ranks and get the holy status, like an illusory shield, which can protect my master from the oppression of the slavery of the modern world order?
- That is for your master to decide. You serve him. My master is disconnected from the reality of this world and has a mental disorder that people in white call schizophrenia. If you wish I could tell you my story in more detail, my fellow man.
- Nice to meet you, I am a simple suitcase, and yo
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Prompt: - Nice to meet you, I am a simple suitcase, and you are, as I understand, a handbag?
- Maybe once I was a handbag, but at the present stage of my life I am a protective helmet of the people against the onslaught of party leaders, and I have the status of the Holy Grail, which my master wants to present to the people.
The hue of his face had a jaundiced tint to it, an
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Prompt: The hue of his face had a jaundiced tint to it, and he must have had problems with his liver. The representative of the most ancient race stood in silence and nervously, waiting for his finest hour, which could once and for all make him happy with his new closet. But it was obvious that this man was not all right with health, namely with mental health, as he mumbled nervously under his nose and gesticulating with his hands let everyone around him know that he was not satisfied with this long wait. Brunet nervously and sharply took out a bag from his pocket. Nervously clutching it in his hand, he began waving it around. Seeing the new object, I decided to make conversation with interest.
Prompt: - The oddities in my master's behavior have been noted throughout his life, as many of his acquaintances have said, well at least I have observed it since the moment he acquired me. For as long as I had known him, he had hardened and tortured himself: he slept on an iron bed without a mattress, stared at the sun with the naked eye, lived in an unheated room, and severely restricted himself in his eating. He was taciturn, withdrawn, extremely proud and impatient. He had no friends, for he was arrogant with everyone and tried to show his superiority, that he was smarter and more educated than all. Those who approached him, after some time themselves broke off all friendships. Everyone regarded him as a very complicated and sickly man. On more than one occasion, his short-lived pals beat him on his nosy face for his arrogance.
He did not use a mirror in his household, for he f
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Prompt: He did not use a mirror in his household, for he feared that his double, or rather his reflection, would crawl out of it and strangle him, and after killing him, live his life in his place. One day he fancied himself an artist. In the rush of this crazy idea he began to paint the walls of the apartment where he lived. During this period of crazy life through his wall masterpieces he tried to open people's eyes to what was happening in society and the world, so he painted people with three eyes. He believed that the third eye would help people, to look and see the invisible and hidden from them. He often said: I am fighting a war, not for space, but for time. I sit in my apartment in an imaginary trench, and take from the past a scrap of time.
My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who
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Prompt: My duty is just as heavy as that of the troops who are fighting for space. He starved, economized on everything. At one point he considered himself a knight of time, and he elevated me to the rank of a holy helmet to put on my head and avoid the jab the party puts in the heads of the people every morning through means of communication.
Even on the kitchen wall in calligraphic handwriti
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Prompt: Even on the kitchen wall in calligraphic handwriting, in clearly legible letters, he wrote slogans - "Against the injection into the head of the people, which daily injects the party will help sacred helmet" and "The injection penetrates deeper into the brain than massage. After these sick ideas and thoughts, he put me on my head and marched naked around the apartment shouting: - Fuck you, now! You can't put a shot in my head.
Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment
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Prompt: Well, sometimes my master would get a lucid moment and become a regular obedient Soviet citizen. We only met again today, after a six-month separation, because he was in rehab for the mentally ill. The separation from his master was borne out by a rather unusual outburst of his illness. And it started out quite beautifully, and I even thought he was cured. Being a lonely man in life, he avoided socializing with people, especially the female sex. But one day in his lucid moments he met a very simple and easygoing woman. They began dating. They took walks in the evenings. They found common topics of conversation and it brought them closer. One day a distant relative invited him to his house.
Prompt: The relative lived in a town about 60 km from the city. In order to diversify the meeting places with his acquaintance, my master offered her a trip together. She didn't hesitate to agree. She was even so carried away by the idea that she went to the hairdresser's, bought a new dress, underwear, shaved her legs and plucked out the little moustache under her nose with the help of tweezers. Our new acquaintance was of Tatar nationality, short in stature, with a rather impressive bust. The size of her form gave no rest to Vahan the Armenian, who worked as a fruit seller at the market near where our future bride lived. At the sight of her imposing charms Vahan didn't take his eyes off of these peaks of Ararat for a moment and shouted loudly: Vai, vai, vai let Angela Vahanushka have these watermelons, vai, vai, vai!
But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian
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Prompt: But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian compliments and courtship, which consisted of presenting 1.5 kilograms of dried apricots and two peaches. And you should have! Her moon-faced face was decorated with slanting brown eyes, and her hair was long and black, which she gathered in a ponytail. And so the day of the journey came. Before the rural odyssey, the couple in love visited a store, where they purchased a bottle of the capital's vodka and wine. All this luxury and canned goods were placed in me. They went on the cruise in an old rusty bus that sneezed the whole way and emitted black fumes of recycled diesel into the atmosphere. They drove quickly to the squeak of the old wheels. A relative's house was not far from the village bus stop. Approaching the gate, the owner confidently opened it and invited the lady to enter the yard.
- Nice to meet you lovely lady, and I am Nikola, I
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Prompt: - Nice to meet you lovely lady, and I am Nikola, I am glad that Misha has settled down and found you, I always set him on family ties. My pleasure - with a sharp gesture Nikola showed the trajectory of movement, thereby inviting guests into his mansion.
We have not seen each other for so long. And that'
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Prompt: We have not seen each other for so long. And that's the hospitable host turned his gaze to his relative's companion. He was not modestly examining her from head to toe, and three times he cast a close look at her dignity.
- This is Angela - proudly answered Mikhail Piskunov.
Prompt: Then he went to the door of the village house and knocked on the door. From the womb of the wooden hut came the call of the male bass: open, come in, there is no need to knock. Entering the bright upper room, my master proudly said: Hello Nikolai, where are you? A large man, with a black and blue bruise under his eye, came out of the back room. The man approached the long-awaited guest, placed him in a tight hug and said: - Misha, good health, how glad I am to see you in good health.
But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian
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Prompt: But Angela did not pay attention to these Armenian compliments and courtship, which consisted of presenting 1.5 kilograms of dried apricots and two peaches. And you should have! Her moon-faced face was decorated with slanting brown eyes, and her hair was long and black, which she gathered in a ponytail. And so the day of the journey came. Before the rural odyssey, the couple in love visited a store, where they purchased a bottle of the capital's vodka and wine. All this luxury and canned goods were placed in me. They went on the cruise in an old rusty bus that sneezed the whole way and emitted black fumes of recycled diesel into the atmosphere. They drove quickly to the squeak of the old wheels. A relative's house was not far from the village bus stop. Approaching the gate, the owner confidently opened it and invited the lady to enter the yard.
- I'm single now - Mikhail's relative continued, m
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Prompt: - I'm single now - Mikhail's relative continued, my grandmother has gone to visit her sister, and I'm alone. I miss my beloved. Well, sometimes I really play around. Grey in the beard, the devil in the brow - he chuckled and winked at Angela. - Just kidding, really, really, really miss and sometimes a pear at the window, crying at night from the separation of his beloved woman.
Prompt: But one could not tell from the contented look of our hospitable host that he was sad and bored. Yesterday Vaska brought moonshine, five liters, he distilled it from pea brogue, then he infused it in oak bark for a month, it turned out to be very strong, we will continue it now. I'm warning you, though you don't drink in such quantities, you won't have a problem. That bastard, Vasilek, damn him, got drunk to hell yesterday. I was in the cellar for cucumbers for a snack, I got out of the cellar, and this game blue, half-dead, sits looking at me and shouting, that Kolsha look from the cellar devil climbs out of the horny. And I said to him: - Vaska, it's me, Kolya, with pickles from the cellar, pickled for snacks, I'm coming up. You've had enough to drink.
me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles
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Prompt: 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.
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 How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs. At least I fell on the potatoes. Then I climbed out and kicked my ass. I poured all my anger at alien civilizations onto this interplanetary wanderer. I kicked him out of the house. And he flew faster than flying saucers out of my crib. While he was flying at the speed of light, he yelled that Kolka had a devil in the house, and that we must call a priest, or the devils would take Kolka to hell with their moonshine. They could take Kolya away without pity, but they would be sorry to give his moonshine to the devils. So now you think he's not a friend, but an ungrateful bastard. I spent two bottles of Zubrovka on him, too.
- 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.
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.
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.
- 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.
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.
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.
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.
