Prompt: The beauty of the sun and sawn fence. Probably it was handed over for metal for 90 tenge per kilogram. Cars were flying. Lenin's subbotnik in the park was done a little and one branch does not dig into my eyes. It is perfectly. Sunshine on the path. The animals and birds fell silent, only people were left waiting for the buses. Graffiti on the booth, small and about nothing, burns with interesting colors
Prompt: Met the new ones, the great and crowning return of Alexey Atyasov to the world of running. Teaching newcomers all the basics of running, and noisy eating porridge after running. When we mastered the distance, we rattled our cymbals merrily and noisily. Olga Bel was worried, her phone fell out. And the birds sang songs, and the bicycles cursed. Yana conquers the world of running. At the end of the movement, Paris was completed by Maria, who flew in from the south as an eagle. Super Tussa for 9 people They roared, ate and ran.
Prompt: Life is quiet on a Saturday afternoon. Not a single soul in particular, only a cruiser from Temirtau flew to my area and offered to leave for this city of pink smoke. Packs of dogs were talking not far from me and they didn't care about me. Only the leader barked. A jerk on a bike was doing speed tricks under cars. The cars started slowly.
Prompt: Everything is confidently recorded on the watch, but is no longer synchronized to the mobile. Amazfit does not service this watch model anymore. I'm glad the track is being recorded. With that I will live
Prompt: Combat readiness check, unscheduled exercises. We didn’t catch the sync a little, but the clock recorded and drew a GPS map. Combat training for 7 roads, ran control 15 km on roads with obstacles. He tested himself in battle for what he is capable of. Quite ready.
Prompt: On the wrinkles of the asphalt, snow fell into all the holes in the manhole. Asphalt is visible right along the contour. At least circle it with a pencil. The sun rises in the sky and shimmers on temporary snow. Factory workers go forward with packages. And the spirit of freshness is felt in a quiet morning.
Prompt: Expectations and reality are completely different. After the rain, a calm came and the dog was clearing the slop after yesterday's Easter. Mud and trail in the yards, but beautiful on the sidewalks. The garbage truck devoured the peels from Easter eggs and digested Sunday besh.
Prompt: The track melted away from running loads, a victory over an iron robot. It was hard for both of us. While the girls were on fitness, I tormented the road unwound it. In firewood. I did not sweat, but the track. People splashed in the pools. Mouzon played like crazy.
Prompt: Wind and snow fell on my head. Birches and orange chimneys fell underfoot. The wind at my back steered my ship towards the reefs, but it flew over the reefs like obstacles on a skateboard. For unknown reasons, the GPS did not catch, the satellite was used as a cauldron and Uyghur pilaf was cooked in Laguna.
Prompt: Passing through the bus, I ended up in the yard where the peasant was congratulated on his anniversary. They hugged like men and shook hands in return. The woodpecker is the best friend of Tatiana Krasnova today rattled through the trees and crunched worms. The branches before my eyes only flicker under the roof of the sky.
Prompt: It's good when young grass breaks out of the ground on a gray field, and the sun heats up the surface a bit. You easily jump into adventures and fly away to where red turns into orange and green. There is silence along the way and people just leave in all directions.
Prompt: A small white tiger darted past on the way. Sunlight froze the puddle and now there is a lake. Mukhtar walks through wastelands looking for drugs. The dogs talk slowly as little children go to kindergartens and schools.
Prompt: After I was beaten by the Wassermans in purses with intellect last Sunday. I got up and ran, catching the rays of the sun. Yard free dogs sunbathe and lick their fur in the sun. The bus full of artisans went to their workshops.
Prompt: As a result, a large gathering turned into a disappearance through the park. Newcomers and veterans scattered around the park, charity and the sun shone around the runners. The first steps in running were taken by new runners. And the birds sang their little songs. Like songwriters of Belarus.
Prompt: Seagulls fly over a mass of people and a mass of houses. They don't care about the world, they are really free. Like snow flying in free fall. On pieces of dried mud, it glitters with stars. The girl ran along the trails in a winter jacket, probably 2KM then galloped off to warm up.
Prompt: I am returning to my usual running tracks. In places where tapirs and earthworms live the size of a well ring. Garbage was thrown out in huge bags. Far from the steppes carries the warm smell of bread. People died out and only one mother with three small screaming children went to the garden.
Prompt: A man in a leather jacket spat, and then the sun and the earth began to shine brightly. The swamp chill came from the places where there are puddles and mud. Let's reap with a sharp turn, showed a dusty city in the distance. The plugs are in the same place.
Prompt: Pedestrian traffic is difficult. Sometimes it is difficult to get into the park through traffic jams, but the sun's rays and waves of emotions help to achieve the desired. Quiet and calm inside the green space. Everywhere lawns and rare people. Everyone else is at a stop.
Prompt: A fresh mood is conveyed by the rays of the sun. In the distance between the houses where the sun shines on the rays, dust shimmers. She is clearly visible. The long bus was driving a very big traffic jam. After the cork turned at the turn, but met again.
Prompt: Life prepares for obstacles. On the road along the way, someone broke the bottles and drew the texts upside down with crayons. It was necessary to run and read the ciphers of the secret society. Coming out of this rut went to the rays of the bright sun.
Prompt: All gates were blocked from all sides. There was nowhere to move, it was necessary to run across the gate. Running through the air All roads have melted away and it runs beautifully on asphalt. Like spring flowers, runners plow along the tracks.
Prompt: The Saturday silence was shattered by the loud cries of young men of bandit appearance. One said that he would catch up with me, but he did not catch up. And for the sake of interest, I lowered the pace from 4.50 to 5:30. Looks like health and a car of drunk energy drink with beer was not enough for overclocking. The dog whined, on a flooded patch. I wanted to have breakfast.
Prompt: Along the roadsides, a blue tractor drove towards me and dispersed people along the way. In order not to drive through the fields with a blue tractor, I ran around it and, moving along the rays of the sun, ended up in the park. Where, after gaining loads, I flew along the melted bicycle-running-walking-pesohozyaevoy path.
Prompt: Dirt flies from under the wheels of cars getting on the side of the asphalt. The last puddles are living out their happy days. The bricks were dismantled and revealed above them a desert of unstable land. Birds fly and bathe in puddles. Glowing in the rays of the sun.
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.
