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: 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 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: How much pressure can any one person take before they get pushed too far is a wide spectrum. With the problems and challenges that are currently being endured, I am surprised I have not yet reached that level. When someone "snaps" it is seen as someone going from a normal state, to an unpredicted outburst. The reality is that the individual has been holding things in and controlling their response, so when the mask slips, the wrath of all that has been accumulating is unleashed.
Prompt: Every day I seem to become aware of some new paradox within my own life. The cognitive dissonance of these realizations is becoming hard to ignore. The systems of life, and indeed my own mind, are becoming a blurred vision. When I point these out to people, the always seem to agree, become disturbed by it, then rapidly forget it entirely. For most people, stability seems to rest on the illusion of certainty. Uncertainty is an unwelcomed virus to be purged. The reality is that uncertainty is all we really have.
Prompt: In physics, tension can represent potential energy to be released. In a human, tension can represent potential energy to be released, or exhaustion of all energy.
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 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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 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: Far from me, fading slowly
Every time I hurt myself, I push away your help
And you know my soul is empty
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
I see it in my blood, it's dripping in the sink
Is it suicide or sabotage, you think?
'Cause I feel you slipping
Prompt: The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down on the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.
Prompt: And I saw an angel coming down out of heaven, having the key to the Abyss and holding in his hand a great chain. He seized the dragon, that ancient serpent, who is the devil, or Satan, and bound him for a thousand years. He threw him into the Abyss, and locked and sealed it over him, to keep him from deceiving the nations anymore until the thousand years were ended. After that, he must be set free for a short time.
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: In all of my thinking and analyzing, have I become distant from myself? That sentence may seem odd, but it makes sense to me. Have I pursued logic and understanding to a fault and has the path strayed me too far from personal relevance?
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.
