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.
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.
- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
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.
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.
-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: 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Prompt: I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I said I don't know what I did
But I know I gotta move
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I can't wait here forever
I got too much here to lose
An now you're blowin' smoke
I think you're one big joke
Me... I gotta lot ta learn
An I'm still waitin' for the heads to turn
You say I walk a line
Fuck they move it every time
You walk a mile in my shoes
And then you tell me 'bout singin' the blues
You get what you pay for
An freedom's real high priced
An while you're rippin' off children
Somebody's fuckin' your wife
It's never made a difference
It's only how you survive
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I said I don't know what I did
But I know I gotta move
I got the shotgun blues
Shotgun blues
I can't wait here forever
I got too much here to lose
An now you ask me why
I said it's do or die
I'll stick it right in your face
Prompt: Yesterday, there was so many things
I was never told
Now that I'm startin' to learn
I feel I'm growin' old
'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Time just fades the pages
in my book of memories
Prayers in my pocket
And no hand in destiny
I'll keep on movin' along
with no time to plant my feet
'Cause yesterday's got nothin' for me
Old pictures that I'll always see
Some things could be better
if we'd all just let them be
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Yesterday's got nothin' for me
Got nothin' for me
Prompt: I try and feel the sunshine
You bring the rain
You try and hold me down
With your complaints
You cry and moan and complain
You whine an tear
Up to my neck in sorrow
The touch you bring
You don't just step inside to 14 years
So hard to keep my own head... that's what I say
You know... I've been the beggar...
I've played the thief
I was the dog... they all tried to beat
But it's been
14 years of silence
It's been
14 years of pain
It's been
14 years that are gone forever
And I'll never have again
Your stupid girlfriends tell you
That I'm to blame
Well-they're all used-up has-beens
Out of the game
This time I'll have the last word
You hear what I say
I tried to see it your way
It won't work today
You just don't step inside to 14 years
So hard to keep my own head...
that's what I say
You know... I've been the dealer...
hangin' on your street
I was the dog... they all tried to beat
Prompt: You know you're all alone
Your friends they aren't at home
Everybody's gone to the garden
As you look into the trees
You can look but you don't see
The flowers seem to tease you at the garden
Everybody's there, but you don't seem to care
What's it with you man, and this garden
Turned into my worst phobia,
a crazy man's utopia
If you're lost no one can show ya,
but it sure was glad to know ya
Only poor boys take a chance,
on this garden's song and dance
Feel her flowers as they wrap around,
but only smart boys do without
You can find it all inside
No need to wrestle with your pride
No you ain't losing your mind
You're just in the garden
They can lead you to yourself
Or you can throw it on the shelf
But you know you can look inside
For the garden
I wasn't really scared
Lost my virginity there,
to a gypsy with blond hair
But now no one seems to care
Like a mouse inside a maze,
wandering round 4 daze
Prompt: We all come in from the cold
We come down from the wire
An everybody warms themselves
to a different fire
When sometimes we get burned
You'd think sometime we'd learn
The one you love is the one
that should take you higher
You ain't got no one
you better go back out and find her
Just like children hidin' in a closet
Can't tell what's goin' on outside
Sometimes we're so far off the beaten track
We'll get a taken for a ride
By a parlor trick or some words of wit
A hidden hand up a sleeve
To think that the one you love
could hurt you now
Is a little hard to believe
But everybody darlin' sometimes
bites the hand that feeds
When I look around
everybody always brings me down
Well is it them or me well I just can't see
But there ain't no peace to be found
But if some one really cared,
well they'd take the time to spare
A moment to try and understand
another one's despair
Remember in this game we call life
that no one said it's fair
Breakdown
Let me hear it now
Breakdown
Let me hear it now
Prompt: I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin' up inside her... again
Well crack the whip
'Cause that bitch is just insane
I'm serious
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up an you can ride her
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
I can't tell you she's the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Once there was this rock n' roll band
Rollin' on the streets
Time went by and it became a joke
We just needed more and more fulfilling -
uh-huh
Time went by and it all went up in smoke
But check it out
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up an you can ride her
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
I can't tell you she's the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Once you made that money it costs more now
It might cost a lot more than you'd think
I just found a million dollars
that someone forgot
It's days like this that push me o'er the brinks
Cool and stressing
(pronounced: kool ranch dres'ing)
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
Prompt: I know this chick she lives down on Melrose
She ain't satisfied without some pain
Friday night is goin' up inside her... again
Well crack the whip
'Cause that bitch is just insane
I'm serious
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up an you can ride her
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
I can't tell you she's the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Once there was this rock n' roll band
Rollin' on the streets
Time went by and it became a joke
We just needed more and more fulfilling -
uh-huh
Time went by and it all went up in smoke
But check it out
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
She's pretty tied up an you can ride her
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
I can't tell you she's the right one
Oh no, oh no, oh no
Once you made that money it costs more now
It might cost a lot more than you'd think
I just found a million dollars
that someone forgot
It's days like this that push me o'er the brinks
Cool and stressing
(pronounced: kool ranch dres'ing)
She's pretty tied up hangin' upside down
Prompt: Gonna find a way to cure this loneliness
Yeah I'll find a way to cure the pain
If I said that you're my friend
And our love would never end
How long before I had your trust again
I opened up the doors when it was cold outside
Hopin' that you'd find your own way in
But how can I protect you
Or try not to neglect you
When you won't take the love I have to give
I bought me an illusion
An I put it on the wall
I let it fill my head with dreams
And I had to have them all
But oh the taste is never so sweet
As what you'd believe it is -
well I guess it never is
It's these prejudiced illusions
that pump the blood
To the heart of the biz
You know I never thought
that it could take so long
You know I never knew how to be strong
Yeah, I let you shape me
But it feels as though you raped me
'Cause you climbed inside my world
And in my songs
So now I've closed the door
to keep the cold outside
Seems somehow I've found the will to live
But how can I forget you
or try not to reject you
When we both know it takes time to forgive
Sweetness is a virtue
and you lost your virtue long ago
You know I'd like to hurt you
but my conscience always tells me no
Prompt: When you're talkin' to yourself
and nobody's home
You can fool yourself
You came in this world alone
(Alone)
So nobody ever told you baby
how it was gonna be
So what'll happen to you baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see
One, two
Old at heart but I'm only 28
And I'm much too young
to let love break my heart
Young at heart but it's getting much too late
To find ourselves so far apart
I don't know how you're s'posed
to find me lately
An what more could you ask from me
How could you say that I never needed you
When you took everything
Said you took everything from me
Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait
When no one I know can seem to help me now
Old at heart but I mustn't hesitate
If I'm to find my own way out
Still talkin' to myself and nobody's home
(Alone)
So nobody ever told us baby
how it was gonna be
So what'll happen to us baby
Guess we'll have to wait and see
When I find all of the reasons
Maybe I'll find another way
Find another day
With all the changing seasons of my life
Maybe I'll get it right next time
An now that you've been broken down
Got your head out of the clouds
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
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Deep Dream
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Deep Dream
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