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: 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: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
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: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
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 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: I'm standing at the edge of a world
I keep searching for this dream
My star keep guiding me
I'll reach into the heavens above
For a moment I can see
But the high is killing me
And I, will break again
Into a million pieces
Yeah, why do I, keep shattering?
I get lost in the pain
My whole life, it never ends
Feels like I'm drowning in the deep end
How can I, exist
When I break into a million pieces?
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: 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: 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: 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 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: 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: 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 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 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: 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: 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: 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: I never thought I was ADHD before my psychiatrist insisted I try Adderall. It became apparent immediately that he was indeed correct. Today I forgot to take it, and I am having difficulty finishing anything I start. It's annoying. My brain is scattered to the winds today.
Emotionally Disconnected: Navigating Social Expectations
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Prompt: I am not certain how, but I keep getting disappointed even without having real expectations. I have only the vaguest assumption that I should feel things. I will witness a social response commonly, and believe something should happen inside me to cause a similar reaction. Throughout my life, I keep finding that often nothing happens. Neither good nor bad. My therapist suggested that perhaps my expectations are set too high. I explained, I don't think it is odd to expect something more than nothing to happen in situations that evoke emotions in most all humans, from my observation. Others seem to judge my lack of reaction, so to some extent, I act. The problem comes when I don't recognize I was supposed to have a reaction, and others are put off by my neutrality.
Prompt: In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans.
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.
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