Prompt: The fourth angel poured out his bowl on the sun, and the sun was allowed to scorch people with fire. They were seared by the intense heat and they cursed the name of God, who had control over these plagues, but they refused to repent and glorify him.
Prompt: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
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: 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: The sixth angel poured out his bowl on the great river Euphrates, and its water was dried up to prepare the way for the kings from the East. Then I saw three impure spirits that looked like frogs; they came out of the mouth of the dragon, out of the mouth of the beast and out of the mouth of the false prophet. They are demonic spirits that perform signs, and they go out to the kings of the whole world, to gather them for the battle on the great day of God Almighty. “Look, I come like a thief! Blessed is the one who stays awake and remains clothed, so as not to go naked and be shamefully exposed.” Then they gathered the kings together to the place that in Hebrew is called Armageddon.
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.
Bridging the Gap: Finding Connection Through Words
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Prompt: I also wonder if the way I speak and write distances me from others. Do I seem too different, or too dissimilar? "Well, it sounds good, but he's not like me." Trying to be articulate and precise with words and logic can be more helpful than raw instinct. I think it means a lot more if the person who hears you also knows that behind the mask you've chosen to make is the same angry animal that is in everyone else. Behind the facade will always be an angry and scared mentally ill child who just wants to be better than he is.
Prompt: The sixth angel sounded his trumpet, and I heard a voice coming from the four horns of the golden altar that is before God. It said to the sixth angel who had the trumpet, “Release the four angels who are bound at the great river Euphrates.” And the four angels who had been kept ready for this very hour and day and month and year were released to kill a third of mankind. The number of the mounted troops was twice ten thousand times ten thousand. I heard their number.
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: 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: 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.
Prompt: Nighttime. A dark and abandoned house looms over a small clearing in a forest. Nature has not reclaimed the house as the evil that resides within is not biodegradable. From outside, you can see creatures within.
Prompt: The dragon stood on the shore of the sea. And I saw a beast coming out of the sea. It had ten horns and seven heads, with ten crowns on its horns, and on each head a blasphemous name. The beast I saw resembled a leopard, but had feet like those of a bear and a mouth like that of a lion. The dragon gave the beast his power and his throne and great authority. One of the heads of the beast seemed to have had a fatal wound, but the fatal wound had been healed.
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: 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: How can one ever tell if their depression is rational, or if it is the product of an event, or just a chemical imbalance? Is there really any difference? After years of work with a psychologist and psychiatrist, it appears that my moods have very little to do with reality unfolding around me. Not to say it is all chemical and without cause. That is part of it. Another part of it is that I am more likely to be affected by dreams, irrational day dreams, or ruminating on hypothetical things than I am to be affected by reality. While it is good to learn about myself, it makes me feel like few can relate. Indeed, the explanation is never met with understanding.
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: 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 sixth angel poured out his bowl on the great river Euphrates, and its water was dried up to prepare the way for the kings from the East. Then I saw three impure spirits that looked like frogs; they came out of the mouth of the dragon, out of the mouth of the beast and out of the mouth of the false prophet. They are demonic spirits that perform signs, and they go out to the kings of the whole world, to gather them for the battle on the great day of God Almighty. “Look, I come like a thief! Blessed is the one who stays awake and remains clothed, so as not to go naked and be shamefully exposed.” Then they gathered the kings together to the place that in Hebrew is called Armageddon.
Prompt: The Mothman is a mysterious and ominous creature, its form both eerie and enigmatic. Its wings stretch out expansively, resembling those of a large bat, with a membrane that seems to ripple and undulate as it moves. The wings are characterized by a textured, leathery surface that glistens in the moonlight.
The creature's body is shadowy and elusive, its outline blending seamlessly with the darkness. Its eyes, however, pierce through the obscurity with an intense and unsettling glow. The eyes are a vivid shade of red, emitting an otherworldly radiance that adds to the creature's mystique.
As the Mothman moves, there is a sense of fluidity and grace, despite the overall air of foreboding. The feathers or scales on its body, if discernible, might have an otherworldly sheen, reflecting a faint luminescence. The Mothman's presence is accompanied by an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of its wings beating against the night air.
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: You've been hurting in a million ways
No one else can see
'Cause no one took 'em serious
'Til the injuries
So you took it out of God's hands and into yours
And threw up the prescription on the bathroom floor
You didn't wanna hurt no more
I see you
Crying in a gown that's blue
Screaming through a breathing tube
"How'd I get to this place?"
I see you
Wonderin' how you came unglued
Feelin' like your whole life's screwed
"Who could love me this way?"
You couldn't hear a single word they said in that padded room
When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on comin' true
Lyin' in the ICU
You've been carving maps into your skin
To make the sickness show
A kind of suffering that's never fit
A diagnostic code
So you pictured all the faces when they'd hear the news
Thought your body in a bag would be enough to prove
That this was real, and not some sad excuse
I see you
Crying in a gown that's blue
Screaming through a breathing tube
"How'd I get to this place?"
I see you
Wonderin' how you came unglued
Feelin' like your whole life's screwed
"Who could love me this way?"
You couldn't hear a single word they said in that padded room
(Hey, kid, are you okay?)
When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on comin' true
I see you trying not to cry
Just wishin' you had not survived
But don't give up, give it a little time
Someday you'll see that you were worth this fight
I see you wide awake all night
A million prayers, not even one reply
But don't give up, 'cause there's another side
And you still have a lot of songs to write
I see you
Crying in a gown that's blue
Screaming through a breathing tube
"How'd I get to this place?"
I see you
Wonderin' how you came unglued
Feelin' like your whole life's screwed
"Who could love me this way?"
You couldn't hear a single word they said in that padded room
When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on comin' true
Lyin' in the ICU
Prompt: However, I have noticed that the senses are sometimes deceptive; and it is a mark of prudence never to place our complete trust in those who have deceived us even once.
Prompt: When the Lamb opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.
Prompt: Is the mind a prison or a sanctuary? Perhaps mental illness exacerbates it. Is it normal yearn for an escape from my oppressive mind, but then also see my mind as the only place where peace can be found? Cognitive Dissonance is no stranger to OCD. Opposing and conflicting views battling for validation is the unending treadmill of this disorder.
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.
