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: 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 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: 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've always been unsure on predeterminism. However, I'm not sure how retrocausality would fit or not fit into any other understanding. I guess to me, it seems entirely independent as a possibly that exists within any other universal framework. How it would be explained or understood may change with larger views, but the occurrence just is something that happens. While I love the idea of retrocausality, I am not current aware of another example outside of the double slit experiment that would validate it. Generally, it seems retrocausality is dismissed for this reason. The argument being that the properties collapse as a result of the observance. The observance being a catalyst, for some reason. To me, that explanation doesn't sound any more rational or provable, so I don't yet understand why it is the dominant theory.
Prompt: As I looked at the living creatures, I saw a wheel on the ground beside each creature with its four faces. This was the appearance and structure of the wheels: They sparkled like topaz, and all four looked alike. Each appeared to be made like a wheel intersecting a wheel. As they moved, they would go in any one of the four directions the creatures faced; the wheels did not change direction as the creatures went. Their rims were high and awesome, and all four rims were full of eyes all around
Prompt: As I looked at the living creatures, I saw a wheel on the ground beside each creature with its four faces. This was the appearance and structure of the wheels: They sparkled like topaz, and all four looked alike. Each appeared to be made like a wheel intersecting a wheel. As they moved, they would go in any one of the four directions the creatures faced; the wheels did not change direction as the creatures went. Their rims were high and awesome, and all four rims were full of eyes all around
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: There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
Prompt: Life has a way of circling about. Things we experience as children that cause trauma often reappear in our lives as adults. When we were children, the adults that gave us the wisdom that "things will get better" likely knew that because they lived it as a child. Now, we're the adults trying to tell the children things will get better, hoping they hear us.
Prompt: Difficult situations in life seem to disorient me. I find myself wandering around in my garage. Picking things up and putting them down. Like my body is trying to stay busy, but can't think clearly enough to complete a task. It is a strange response.
Prompt: When he opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour. And I saw the seven angels who stand before God, and seven trumpets were given to them. Another angel, who had a golden censer, came and stood at the altar. He was given much incense to offer, with the prayers of all God’s people, on the golden altar in front of the throne. The smoke of the incense, together with the prayers of God’s people, went up before God from the angel’s hand. Then the angel took the censer, filled it with fire from the altar, and hurled it on the earth; and there came peals of thunder, rumblings, flashes of lightning and an earthquake.
The Vanishing Self: A Journey Through Mental Illness
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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: The ebb and flow of cyclothymic disorder are an interesting wave to ride. I'm not certain I dislike the highs nor the lows, even though they both come with a myriad of issues. I like the art I make when up. I like the things I write when down. Perhaps it is just finding a silver lining in the wave I have no choice in riding?
Prompt: Anhedonia has reared its head again. While it is cyclical in nature, I have never really been prepared for it. The depression creeps deeper into my soul, minute by minute. Time dilation increases, and each minute feels like hours. It will pass. It always does. However, for now, I crawl along this desert looking for an oasis.
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: “The pain, so unexpected and undeserved, had for some reason cleared away the cobwebs. I realized I didn’t hate the cabinet door, I hated my life… My house, my family, my backyard, my power mower. Nothing would ever change; nothing new could ever be expected. It had to end, and it did. Now in the dark world where I dwell, ugly things, and surprising things, and sometimes little wondrous things, spill out in me constantly, and I can count on nothing.”
Prompt: Sometimes in life we feel the weight of the entire world on our shoulders. Then, we eventually realize that no one put it there. We took it all because we did not trust anyone. So, we became angry with a burden that no one asked us to bear. And we will do it again.
Prompt: It's yours right, this house with the boarded up doors right. Poor site, like maybe it's mine and you made it in time with the foresight to light a torch, and torch this place. Co-ordinate my life with yours, private wars and a chore to relate in a world that you made full of minor chords. Find the oars, lie in the wake. Quiet your mind, they're lying in wait. They're firing everything all over everywhere, everyone in the asylum is safe.
Prompt: Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) can be likened to an intricate and relentless maze within the mind, where thoughts and actions are governed by an unyielding set of rules and rituals. Picture a room filled with buzzing insects, each representing a persistent, intrusive thought. These thoughts swarm around your consciousness, demanding attention and adherence to specific patterns.
Now, imagine a meticulous craftsman tirelessly at work, meticulously arranging and rearranging a set of tools on a wooden workbench. This craftsman symbolizes the compulsions that follow the obsessive thoughts – repetitive actions undertaken to ease the anxiety brought forth by the buzzing swarm of intrusive ideas. The process is intricate, demanding precision and order, akin to the need for strict routines in the life of someone with OCD.
The disorder paints a mental landscape where the boundaries between what's reasonable and irrational blur, and navigating through this intricate maze becomes a constant challenge. Each step is calculated, every action driven by an internal force that insists on compliance with the rules, even when they seem irrational to an outsider.
In essence, OCD can be visualized as a never-ending dance between the relentless swarm of thoughts and the meticulous rituals performed to create a semblance of control. The image encapsulates the struggle of an individual caught in the intricate web of their mind, where the buzzing of thoughts and the meticulous dance of compulsions shape the landscape of their daily existence.
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 pain and soreness that follow working hard are often offset mentally by the result of that work. Few things are quite as vexing as working yourself nearly to collapse, and then not liking the result of your efforts.
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: Sometimes I'm in a room where I don't belong and the house is on fire and there's no alarm and the walls are melting too. How about you? I've never been the favorite, thought I'd seen it all 'til I got my invitation to the lunatic ball, and my friends are comin' too. How about you? Don't worry, it's all just a symptom of being human.
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.
