Prompt: The sun is shining and pies, pancakes and buns are baked for bus drivers. Of course, runners are not baked. I go up the hill, the flock is sleeping, a used, but unshakable sheepskin coat lies on the side of the road. It smells of gas and chemicals, production works like clockwork. Somewhere, stronger dogs are humming. At the pipes, the gangsters deal with each other.
Prompt: Warm, nice, good. The desert heat is coming. I drive past the garages, a bunch of firewood from the closet was left by unknown people. The closet is dead. I flew past the cameras, on the outskirts of the steppes. I went down to the South and found Baghlan Kurmangozhin, he was smart and wearing glasses, and then I went to the park, where the cyclist scolded me that I was going along his path. Well, what to do if everyone moves along it. Stickers are not pasted where to move. Soon, after flying through the park, I found myself at a glass of water.
Prompt: There are times when hunting plunges into the quiet expanse of everyday life. Got into them. And in them the tigers hide in the bushes. The little green men from Zhasyl El do subbotniks, and the disabled person is looking for a barrier-free environment. Neighbor wanders on the street with a flashlight.
Prompt: Nice warm rain. Refreshes the lungs and grass. Cans ecohunters collected a full bag. The gaps from the rains are visible in different places. Running, then I fall under the clouds of rain, then no. The grass is earing, it is pleasant to breathe.
Prompt: I saw a road paved with toys, followed it to the burdocks, which could become burdocks because it was cut off. A large pack of dogs sat on the paving stones. But seeing me respectfully missed. Yogis meditate in the park. Another group is warming up to Toy songs, and a summer festival was held near the bakery, a pipe burst and the jet shoots. At the end of all this, 47 crashed into a passenger car. Morning showdowns.
Prompt: Good morning and cyclists are all pressing on the path. Stones are placed in their wheels. The lovers go hand in hand. And young girls are afraid of garlic. The fisherman is fishing and caught a goldfish. There was a drinking zone, the runners were drinking, and I was running somewhere. A bicycle and headphones are a dangerous thing.
Prompt: The morning is fresh and brings down the branches, puffing them up. Mother and father went to the barracks to the soldier along a straight road with a beige house. White anther flowers bloom under the balconies of houses. Grandmothers sell country estates. It's time. Productivity.
Prompt: Bastille Day. It rained very lightly, then the clouds dissipated and the sun appeared. A Volkswagen sign is painted on the wall. The dogs didn't attack him. Layali were sent to hell. The flywheel of the legs spun, the people sat on the motorbike and went to play pranks. Champagne and croissants and coffee are waiting at the finish line.
Prompt: When it is hot during the day, it is always cool in the morning. And this means that there is a chance to actively run without cabbage. He actively shared a bike path with a cyclist. We drove and ran together. The earth is laid out with a rake, dudes in white T-shirts
Prompt: Coal was brought to the village to the village. I went to help. I'm dirty as hell. Threw pebbles. The heat fries 40%. Kvass and water leave and evaporate from me. 5 liters flew away. But in the end, the coal is completely filled. 5 tons in one.
Prompt: Flew forward through the garages. The dogs were asleep, the metal has been collected and is waiting for removal. I went down from the mountains, I saw Sergey, on the outskirts, now I am there in the very safety. He flew past the bathhouse, but he was already sweating. Steamed. Someone loudly and with a crash broke 2l cans. Quiet and peaceful on weekday mornings.
Prompt: I run in blue flowers, across the flower field. Under the rays of a bright and beautiful sun. Weedy grass in the fields and steppes looks great in the city when it's all in bloom. The dogs nearly ate me. But I yelled at them and that's it. End. The finish was good.
Prompt: Everything is not on the joint, I'm on the joint. I ran through a hot park, saw fishermen catching swamp bream. A woman with large breasts ran and almost fell, and the bicycles were cut off in their path. But yeah it was fun
Prompt: The mood was to run in the evening in the summer. Everything is fine here, the cops go to pee on the street in the toilets across the steppe, then their buggy breaks down and the good-natured driver starts to repair it for them. I climbed the hills, the gas station says that it is 33 degrees outside. But soft with the wind. It smokes from the thermal power plant as if a nuclear winter has flown through clubs of radioactive ash. In one restaurant they get married and a strange tussah happens every time they dance in the place of their mafon, in another, the permanent Miyagi sings and there is also a party. Garbage and useful things thrown out
Prompt: Flowers are everywhere. Blue. You look and they are visible beyond the distant horizon. Dogs crunch bones. They give to strangers who walk across the steppe. Armchairs are on every corner, you can sit and relax. Hint. There are paths in inconspicuous places. They dug up the pipes and repair something in the pit. Hundreds of desks were thrown out. Update.
Prompt: After a Sunday rest, everyday rest was needed. After recovering from kebabs with sorrel soup, I ran through the summer streets, which are good, but also stink of truth. The finish line was simple, the stages are standing and there are parking spaces for the disabled.
Prompt: The things were left on the bench. Sunny morning. In the bushes, dogs are breeding, got to the most piquant scenes. Flew past people with balls, who listened to the wind blowing from the sea. Old trees become stumps. In some pipes, somewhere, something burns. June also burns, burned down.
Prompt: The sun sings with rays. A man rode a motor anthill. His protection screen is of course very cool, one might say so. Garbage bags in the 15th at every turn. As in India, no one cleans up, but everyone litters. The girls walk around warm and in tight jeans. Blue flowers bloom in the wastelands, and the children walk in the morning silence.
Prompt: Fresh and summery. In the distance, a door creaked and the lock was unscrewed. Ahead was a man who disappeared in his jeep. The plant has a chemical smell that has read the lungs. The cobblestones are laid. Dogs in black robes sunbathe on their territory. The reeds rustle, the sweet clover turns yellow and calls the bees for honey. A girl with a large trunk walked in front, fell along the trails to the finish line and, in a good mood, completed the movement.
Prompt: A truck with the inscription "seven hundred roads" drove past me, it seems to be on a larger trip than the runners "7 roads" and "67 roads". A man slipped past listening to Macarena from the subwoofer and going to work in the hospital. Nearby lay a drunken man who had begun Friday. He snored and listened to Modern Talking on his mobile. In the yards, repairs and dried twigs are swept into one pile. The Kremlin is repairing cars.
Prompt: Everything develops and everything moves. People in jeans, children on scooters and joggers run. True slowly, but in the park they are immeasurably. Sweet clover has opened its petals and is waiting for the moment when the bees collect nectar from it.
Prompt: In the morning I flew to Paris, where the long-range driver is sleeping near the Eiffel Tower. The tourist asked how to get there until 14, but he said that Dynamo was running, and we were the Runless Karaganda, after all. The flowers grow quietly, and the foliage is green and lush in places. Oh summer.
Prompt: Cheerfully jumped out of the city, said goodbye to passing buses and trucks from containers. I found myself on the autobahn, and there the winds are crazy, the pipes of the thermal power plant are playful and the dogs are arrogant. A brave mongrel ran across the road and was almost crushed by a truck. Barely got caught in the rain. And then I reached the railway tracks where a multi-ton train was flying over my head. In the city it is quiet and there is little wind than outside the walls of her fortress.
Prompt: The skies are frowning and the winds are naughty, the last warm day. So the dog sat down in the grass and enjoyed breakfast in warm weather. Another dog approached her. The traffic light gave me luck, near the south in the yards a man repairs his swallow in the morning and cannot start. Sadly. Yogis stand right on the coals in the park in the morning. The sun moves forward, as does a cyclist turning left.
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.
