Prompt: Snow has fallen on the roads a blizzard from a passing car. Someone threw out the chair, hinted to sit down. There is no tea, so I did not sit down. There were fewer cars. The door to Narnia is covered. Can not found.
Prompt: The rooks were frightened in a panic, they say that snow fell in these parts. But the snow was great, the real winter came. It's been 4 months of winter and everything is fine. Shovels are ready for battle, and girls with backpacks stomp to school, under the background of tangerines flashing from shop windows.
Prompt: Fresh buns of bread are delivered to shops. The bread is delicious, if there are sausages with butter. Anyway, on such fatal dreams, I fell on the ice with a bang and very painfully. Cars are in a traffic jam, and 3 janitor girls are considering women's affairs.
Prompt: I was running for the first time and was attacked by a small mongrel. Fell fought back and ran on. I run further again, two mutts attacked, fell on the asphalt and hit again. Aching, he ran on and moved carefully on the not-so-ideal ice.
Prompt: The grass is green near the house. True, this is an artificial lawn near the sandbox, where cats sort things out for Masha. Someone is starting a big construction site and pulled boards and doors out of the basement. Cold solar winds blow from different sides. The asphalt is honed and many traces are visible. The piece of ice flies ahead of all people.
Prompt: Truly spring has come in a gray dress and green eyes, blowing with its breath. A woodpecker friend of Tatyana's was chiselling a tree. The ice crunched and cracked underfoot. I ran and got my feet wet, even though there was water everywhere. Some ice is so slippery that you can see the reflection of light a kilometer from the target.
Prompt: The ice is incredibly slippery. Yellow ice slides the most. Watery is more calm. On frozen ice porridge you run like on glass. Deftly fell and took off a millimeter of skin. Asphalt is found, but very rarely.
Prompt: Only recently did the first and serious cracks appear. You need to move carefully so as not to break your legs. Green March 8 and a girl in a yellow jacket motivated the run. The orange disc of the sun lifted its face.
Prompt: On March 8, the weather was capricious, there was nowhere to run, the usual snowy roads were puddles. Sneakers are all wet, even squeeze water out of them. Along the way, I broke my legs and spine a couple of times. But half the way flew by. Happy holiday.
Prompt: Sparrows, together with doves, are waiting for a new version of spring and perform it on all the trees along the way. The soldier and his friends were surprised at the morning run. The car drove along the side of the pedestrians for some reason. And the dog wanted to bite my leg off. I don't like running dogs.
Prompt: Babylonian pandemonium stands on the first hundreds. The people will not fully advance. But then, it’s good to run and fly across the free white fields. A man with a shovel was talking to some Vovan.
Prompt: On March 8, congratulated the girls. They gave gifts and read poems as if to rap. They covered their feet with snow, saw many new Andreevs. And lightly slipped
Prompt: Beauty on the street, snow on the branches, in some places you want to sit on a chair, of which there are many and drink coffee. On the other hand it is very humid that the giraffes suffocate on the air. People walking along the entire path almost caused an accident in which you could twist your leg.
Prompt: The last day of winter closed the doors this year for a while. The soldiers marched in formation next to them was a senior sergeant. Again by dawn, again in part to guard the border. The wind ahead carries warmth and the future spring of bald spots on the asphalt.
Prompt: Italians with Kazakh roots threw away a pack of pasta, and made beshbarmak out of dog meat. Mmm must be delicious. A line of people goes to Spartak, to a stop. The sun is picking up. Someone often opens the window and makes a sunbeam that can be seen for miles.
Prompt: There are frosts on Uranus, and rivers flow from underground ice sources. A long one in the cold turns a runner into a snowman, and essentially freezes his eggs. The police are at their posts, the roads are completely dead. Toothless woman said run for me. Some kind of m Dick yelled in the cold, and the aliens set up an unidentified fence.
Prompt: Icicles hang like chiseled peaks. You can take one and stick it in the gateway into a peasant asking for a cigarette. How many everywhere. Sandy yesterday times are perfectly visible along the way, the sun hid behind the clouds while others bake pancakes.
Prompt: The glaciers parted, paths were exposed on objects that you can slip through and see the bald patches of asphalt, but this is a dream of spring, as snowflakes move on and gifts of spring fall asleep. The brakes on the car brake sharply, but do not crash.
Prompt: The mattresses have been thrown out and flakes are resting on them, lying on a soft mattress in the golden sun. The terry-soaked sofa was also thrown out and saved to lie. They fired up the stove in the emergency car and they drink tea with pancakes, the revelry is shorter.
Prompt: Humid as on the moon Titan and windy as on Jupiter, as if he had touched an orange spot. Asphalt is a rapidly progressing bald spot, like on the bald head of a bald man from Brothers. The men are sitting on the bench, smoking and looking at the living quarters. The small dog wanted to attack the leg and deprive him of running.
Prompt: Birds rap, to the beat and the sounds of cars. The soldiers are marching in formation to the singing of birds. Spring is right outside, of course, without sheets, but with snow. Somewhere snow dunes piled up, camels do not pass, so shovels were taken in hand and the clearing of the path began.
Prompt: A peasant lit a cigarette, the fire flashed over the whole district and the fresh juicy smoke of tobacco stretched for the next meters. The men cleaned the snow and went for a beer. Cars turned in one direction, carrying children to kindergarten and school. The days are getting brighter.
Prompt: All the people ran away to swim in the pool until they ran away a little with them. The woodpecker pecked, and I drank tea after a run when everyone swam away. That's so sad.
Prompt: A witch flew by on a broomstick. She flew up to each bench and cleaned with her turbo broom from a light snowball. A warrior and a layman walked side by side and chatted about something. Mercedes dropped off a passenger in the cold. The passenger went for a walk. The sky turns pink, the moon is not visible.
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.
