Prompt: I feel like my life is culminating around this idea that we humans are obsessed with finding objective answers while being deluged with experiences that tell us there are not any.
Prompt: The seventh angel poured out his bowl into the air, and out of the temple came a loud voice from the throne, saying, “It is done!” Then there came flashes of lightning, rumblings, peals of thunder and a severe earthquake. No earthquake like it has ever occurred since mankind has been on earth, so tremendous was the quake. The great city split into three parts, and the cities of the nations collapsed. God remembered Babylon the Great and gave her the cup filled with the wine of the fury of his wrath. Every island fled away and the mountains could not be found. From the sky huge hailstones, each weighing about a hundred pounds, fell on people. And they cursed God on account of the plague of hail, because the plague was so terrible.
Prompt: The second angel sounded his trumpet, and something like a huge mountain, all ablaze, was thrown into the sea. A third of the sea turned into blood, a third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed.
Prompt: The locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces. Their hair was like women's hair, and their teeth were like lions' teeth. They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. They had tails and stings like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months. They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek, Apollyon.
Prompt: The fifth angel poured out his bowl on the throne of the beast, and its kingdom was plunged into darkness. People gnawed their tongues in agony and cursed the God of heaven because of their pains and their sores, but they refused to repent of what they had done.
Prompt: The locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On their heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and their faces resembled human faces. Their hair was like women's hair, and their teeth were like lions' teeth. They had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. They had tails and stings like scorpions, and in their tails they had power to torment people for five months. They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon, and in Greek, Apollyon.
Prompt: To me it feels like there is an important distinction between depression and disillusion. To some I appear to be depressed. The suggested helpful advice is good advice for those who are depressed. I listen, nod, and give scripted responses. Many tactics can help lift the mind out of depression, but they don't seem to have a similar effect on disillusionment. I am not sad or suffering from a chemical imbalance. I am struggling with grasping the triviality of most things in life. I am still doing what is expected. No responsibility is unfulfilled. I merely seem depressed because as I perform my roll, I cannot feign enthusiasm for pushing my boulder up the hill knowing it will roll back down. Over. And over. Forever.
Prompt: I am not sure what lesson I am supposed to be learning, but I fear that if I do not learn it soon, I will go mad. For over a year now I have had the same complaint, that no one hears me. They listen and absorb the words, but yet I go unheard. So often lately I have heard that I was "right." That is not vindicating. I do not want to be right. I want someone to avoid the problem I am warning them of. I try to tell people how I feel and even though people nod and listen, it is obvious from their actions that no one is actually hearing me. Over and over this keeps happening. Day in and day out. I am convinced the purpose is to teach me something, but I cannot figure it out, and it is starting to make me feel crazy.
Prompt: The picture is of Locusts. Those locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On the locust's heads they wore something like crowns of gold, and the locust's faces resembled human faces. The locust's hair was like women's hair, and the locust's teeth were like lions' teeth. The locusts had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of the locust's wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. The locusts had tails and stings like scorpions, and in those tails they had power to torment people for five months. Include that the locusts had as king over them "the Angel of the Abyss", whose name in Hebrew is "אֲבַדּוֹן", and in Greek, "Ἀπολλύων".
Prompt: The picture is of Locusts. Those locusts looked like horses prepared for battle. On the locust's heads they wore something like crowns of gold. The locust's faces resembled human faces. The locust's hair was like women's hair. The locust's teeth were like lions' teeth. The locusts had breastplates like breastplates of iron. The sound of the locust's wings was like the thundering of many horses and chariots rushing into battle. The locusts had tails and stings like scorpions, and in those tails they had power to torment people for five months. Include a separate entity that the locusts had as king over them "the Angel of the Abyss", whose name in Hebrew is "אֲבַדּוֹן", and in Greek, "Ἀπολλύων".
Prompt: February has been an apocalypse of snow. The terrible rat prophet in Pennsylvania has sealed our fates. Soon, there will be nothing. Only the snow.
Prompt: The mental pressure has accumulated to the point that I fear I may burst into pieces. Physical pain may be the last strand tying my mind to reality.
Prompt: Overwhelmed. The water rises up. No sign it will cease or subside. Success is not optional, so we must endure and continue. The rising tide causes more pressure and stress, but there is no line in which it could become so great that the deluge ends. Or responsibility ends, rather. So, just keep swimming. You are not allowed to fail.
Prompt: The third angel poured out his bowl on the rivers and springs of water, and they became blood. Then I heard the angel in charge of the waters say: “You are just in these judgments, O Holy One, you who are and who were; for they have shed the blood of your holy people and your prophets, and you have given them blood to drink as they deserve.” And I heard the altar respond: “Yes, Lord God Almighty, true and just are your judgments.”
Prompt: It has been said, "if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you." If you scream into the abyss, can anything other than an echo come back? "He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby becomes a monster." In a similar sense, as I struggle to be understood, am I losing the ability to understand others?
Prompt: I looked, and I saw a windstorm coming out of the north—an immense cloud with flashing lightning and surrounded by brilliant light. The center of the fire looked like glowing metal, and in the fire was what looked like four living creatures. In appearance their form was human, but each of them had four faces and four wings. Their legs were straight; their feet were like those of a calf and gleamed like burnished bronze. Under their wings on their four sides they had human hands. All four of them had faces and wings, and the wings of one touched the wings of another. Each one went straight ahead; they did not turn as they moved. Their faces looked like this: Each of the four had the face of a human being, and on the right side each had the face of a lion, and on the left the face of an ox; each also had the face of an eagle. Such were their faces. They each had two wings spreading out upward, each wing touching that of the creature on either side; and each had two other wings covering its body. The appearance of the living creatures was like burning coals of fire or like torches. Fire moved back and forth among the creatures; it was bright, and lightning flashed out of it.
Prompt: When I finally lose my mind entirely, will all who love me now abandon me? Will others tell them that the person who remains is not the person they loved? Will I be tucked away in a padded room to be forgotten? Who will still be there? Is it me, or some new sentience? Does the mental illness eventually consume the mind and become the consciousness?
Prompt: I saw a windstorm coming out of the north that had an immense cloud with flashing lightning and surrounded by brilliant light. In the center of the fire looked like glowing metal, and in the fire was what looked like four living creatures. The four creatures appeared human, but each had four faces and four wings. The four creature's legs were straight; The four creature's feet were like those of a calf and gleamed like burnished bronze. Under the four creature's wings on their four sides, they had human hands. All four creatures had faces and wings, and the wings of one touched the wings of another. The four creature's faces looked like this: Each of the four had the face of a human being, and on the right side each had the face of a lion, and on the left the face of an ox; each also had the face of an eagle. The four creatures each had two wings spreading out upward, each wing touching that of the creature on either side; and each had two other wings covering its body. The appearance of the living creatures was like burning coals of fire or like torches. Fire moved back and forth among the creatures; it was bright, and lightning flashed out of it.
Prompt: With so many tasks to do, and so little mental space to organize, I keep finding it is most productive to endlessly keep moving, rather than stop and try to prioritize, as I get overwhelmed and confused.
Prompt: The fourth angel sounded his trumpet, and a third of the sun was struck, a third of the moon, and a third of the stars, so that a third of them turned dark. A third of the day was without light, and also a third of the night.
Prompt: Perseverance. I want it to be true that I choose to overcome. Not that it was simply my lot. I want to have climbed a mountain others perished on, because I earned it. Not because I was simply programmed to keep moving forward. I cannot get my answer, but I can acknowledge that my desire for a specific answer means my lens is always going to be biased, which means I cannot solve it within my own mind. External experiment would be necessity, since my scale is weighted. Awareness of it does not change the reality of it.
Prompt: The fifth angel poured out his bowl on the throne of the beast, and its kingdom was plunged into darkness. People gnawed their tongues in agony and cursed the God of heaven because of their pains and their sores, but they refused to repent of what they had done.
Prompt: There is a chasm that cannot be crossed between you and I. If it ever were to be possible, neither of us would recognize each other. That person is long gone.
Prompt: Reading Descartes' thoughts is interesting. Some, I agree with the path, but not the conclusion. Others, the conclusion is sound, but the math that got him there seems... Illogical.
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.
