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: After many days feeling wonderful, I now find myself withering away in the embrace of despair. Sometimes the descent is gentle. This time it was not. The rapid change from optimism to existential nihilism is unsettling. However, it is no stranger here.
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 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: When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.
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: 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 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: My mood is full of poison. An anger with seemingly no catalyst. I try my best to resist the natural experience, but some of my attitude bleeds through.
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: Then I heard a loud voice from the temple saying to the seven angels, “Go, pour out the seven bowls of God’s wrath on the earth.” The first angel went and poured out his bowl on the land, and ugly, festering sores broke out on the people who had the mark of the beast and worshiped its image.
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: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
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.
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: Cyclothymic Disorder. Psychiatrist and psychologist have consistently diagnosed me as bi-polar but it never really fit. The highs are not so high that I end up in jail, the lows are not so low they result in a suicide attempt. Cyclothymic Disorder is like bi-polar 3, or as I like to call it "Diet Bi-Polar." It's gonna get real weird... but it'll be okay. Since they figured this out, they changed my meds and are actually reigning it in. As with ADHD and OCD, the meds help make life manageable, but there are things I like that get muted along with the bad. Like losing super powers, but so that I can function in daily life.
Prompt: What horrors lie on the timeline ahead of us? We often compare evil deeds of the past and present, but none will be relevant when we become a victim of the next historically evil deed. So we wait, with historical assurance that we will not make it off this planet unblemished. Not a matter of "if" but "when."
Prompt: The more effort I put into clear communication, the less anyone seems to be understanding me. I am the only thing all of these separate interactions have in common, which gives me reasonable confidence that I'm the problem. In the months since I have been aware of this, I have tried harder, and had even less success. It is maddening. If I'm brief, it's a game of questions and needing clarity. If I am not brief and explain, it does not seem people read it. I have a problem, I am the one to solve it, and I have no clue how to proceed.
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: 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 watched as the Lamb opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.
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.
