Prompt: The scene unfolds in the bustling city of Kyiv, where the early autumn breeze rustles through the golden leaves that carpet the streets.
The setting is an outside table belonging to an elegant café on a quaint cobbled street, known for its intimate atmosphere and antique décor.
Inside, the café is dimly lit, with chandeliers casting a warm glow over richly upholstered chairs and old wooden tables.
The male American secret agent, Jack Harrison, is seated at the table, dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that hints at his covert profession without drawing undue attention. His blue eyes, sharp and alert, scan the room with a practiced ease.
Enter Sofia Ivanova, a striking Ukrainian secret agent, who takes the seat opposite Jack's with an effortless grace.
Dressed in a stylish, fitted dress with a amber scarf draped around her neck, she exudes both sophistication and a hint of danger. Her dark, wavy hair frames her face, and her emerald green eyes scan the room with an equal mix of confidence and curiosity.
Their eyes meet. There is an immediate, electric connection, as if the world has narrowed down to just the two of them.
Jack takes her hand, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary.
Prompt: The scene unfolds in the bustling city of Kyiv, where the early autumn breeze rustles through the golden leaves that carpet the streets. The setting is an elegant café on a quaint cobbled street, known for its intimate atmosphere and antique décor. Inside, the café is dimly lit, with chandeliers casting a warm glow over richly upholstered chairs and old wooden tables.
American secret agent, Jack Harrison, is seated at a corner table, dressed in a sleek, tailored suit that hints at his covert profession without drawing undue attention. His blue eyes, sharp and alert, scan the room with a practiced ease. His mission is to meet a local contact who has information crucial to his operation. .
Sofia Ivanova, a striking Ukrainian secret agent, who glides into the café with an effortless grace. Her dark, wavy hair frames her face, and her emerald green eyes scan the room with an equal mix of confidence and curiosity. Dressed in a stylish, fitted black dress with a red scarf draped around her neck, she exudes both sophistication and a hint of danger.
Their eyes meet across the room. There is an immediate, electric connection, as if the world has narrowed down to just the two of them. Sofia approaches Jack's table, her steps deliberate and confident. She extends a hand, her voice soft yet commanding, "Jack Harrison, I presume?"
Jack stands and takes her hand, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. .
The café's ambiance provides a perfect cover for their clandestine meeting, but their conversation is soon interrupted by a subtle commotion outside.
Prompt: "What do you think spies are: priests, saints and martyrs? They're a squalid procession of vain fools, traitors too, yes; pansies, sadists and drunkards, people who play cowboys and Indians to brighten their rotten lives. Do you think they sit like monks in London balancing the rights and wrongs? I'd have killed Mundt if I could, I hate his guts; but not now. It so happens that they need him. They need him so that the great moronic mass that you admire can sleep soundly in their beds at night. They need him for the safety of ordinary, crummy people like you and me"
Prompt: A water-clerk need not pass an examination in anything under the sun, but he must have 'Ability in the abstract' and demonstrate it practically. His work consists in racing under sail, steam, or oars against other water-clerks for any ship about to anchor, greeting her captain cheerily, forcing upon him a card - the business card of the ship-chandler - on his first visit on shore piloting him firmly but without ostentation to a vast, cavern-like shop which is full of things that are eaten and drunk on board ship; where you can get everything to make her seaworthy and beautiful, from a set of chain-hooks for her cable to a book of gold-leaf for the carvings on her stern; and where her commander is received like a brother by a ship-chandler he has never seen before. There is a cool parlor, easy-chairs, bottles, cigars, writing implements, a copy of harbor regulations, and a warmth of welcome that melts the salt of a three months' passage out of a seaman's heart. The connection thus begun is kept up, as long as the ship remains in harbor, by the daily visits of the water-clerk. To the captain he is faithful like a friend and attentive like a son, with the patience of Job, the unselfish devotion of a woman, and the jollity if a boon companion. Later on the bill is sent in. It is a beautiful and humane occupation. Therefore good water-clerks are scarce. When a water-clerk who possesses 'Ability in the abstract' has also the advantage of having been brought up to the sea, he is worth to his employer a lot of money and some humoring. Jim had always good wages and as much humoring as would have bought the fidelity of a fiend. Nevertheless, with black ingratitude he would throw up the job suddenly and depart. To his employers the reasons he gave were obviously inadequate. They said "Confounded fool!" as soon as his back was turned. This was their criticism on his exquisite sensibility.
Prompt: The American handed Leamas another cup of coffee and said, "Why don't you go back and sleep? We can ring you if he shows up"
Leamas said nothing, just stared through the window of the checkpoint, along the empty street.
Prompt: Out—out are the lights—out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.
Prompt: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
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.
