Prompt: Sunlight, filtered through lace curtains, paints dappled patterns on the plush carpet. Dust motes dance in the warm air, catching the golden glow. In the center of the room, nestled amongst antique furniture and velvet cushions, lies a ball of soft brown fur. Pip, a tiny ball of fluff with paws the size of buttons and eyes like melted chocolate, sleeps soundly. His tail thumps gently against the silk rug, the only sign of the dreams chasing through his puppy mind.
Suddenly, a ray of sun strikes Pip's nose, tickling him awake. He blinks, ears perked, and a tiny pink tongue darts out to lick the offending beam. With a yawn that stretches his impossibly small body, Pip scrambles to his feet. The world is a wonderland of new smells and textures, and he can't wait to explore.
He noses at the fringe of a throw pillow, its tassels a tempting jungle to conquer. He bats at a stray feather floating down from a gilded birdcage, mistaking it for a wayward butterfly. Every corner holds a promise of adventure, every shadow a potential monster to be sniffed out and befriended.
But for now, Pip is content to simply bask in the sunbeam, his fur warming like honey. He curls up into a tiny ball, tail chasing his nose, and lets out a contented sigh. In this sun-drenched haven, he is king of his own beautiful castle, a tiny prince ruling over a world of plush and gold.
Prompt: Sunlight, filtered through lace curtains, paints dappled patterns on the plush carpet. Dust motes dance in the warm air, catching the golden glow. In the center of the room, nestled amongst antique furniture and velvet cushions, lies a ball of soft brown fur. Pip, a tiny ball of fluff with paws the size of buttons and eyes like melted chocolate, sleeps soundly. His tail thumps gently against the silk rug, the only sign of the dreams chasing through his puppy mind.
Suddenly, a ray of sun strikes Pip's nose, tickling him awake. He blinks, ears perked, and a tiny pink tongue darts out to lick the offending beam. With a yawn that stretches his impossibly small body, Pip scrambles to his feet. The world is a wonderland of new smells and textures, and he can't wait to explore.
He noses at the fringe of a throw pillow, its tassels a tempting jungle to conquer. He bats at a stray feather floating down from a gilded birdcage, mistaking it for a wayward butterfly. Every corner holds a promise of adventure, every shadow a potential monster to be sniffed out and befriended.
But for now, Pip is content to simply bask in the sunbeam, his fur warming like honey. He curls up into a tiny ball, tail chasing his nose, and lets out a contented sigh. In this sun-drenched haven, he is king of his own beautiful castle, a tiny prince ruling over a world of plush and gold.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
Sunlight, filtered through lace curtains, paints dappled patterns on the plush carpet. Dust motes dance in the warm air, catching the golden glow. In the center of the room, nestled amongst antique furniture and velvet cushions, lies a ball of soft brown fur. Pip, a tiny ball of fluff with paws the size of buttons and eyes like melted chocolate, sleeps soundly. His tail thumps gently against the silk rug, the only sign of the dreams chasing through his puppy mind.
Suddenly, a ray of sun strikes Pip's nose, tickling him awake. He blinks, ears perked, and a tiny pink tongue darts out to lick the offending beam. With a yawn that stretches his impossibly small body, Pip scrambles to his feet. The world is a wonderland of new smells and textures, and he can't wait to explore.
He noses at the fringe of a throw pillow, its tassels a tempting jungle to conquer. He bats at a stray feather floating down from a gilded birdcage, mistaking it for a wayward butterfly. Every corner holds a promise of adventure, every shadow a potential monster to be sniffed out and befriended.
But for now, Pip is content to simply bask in the sunbeam, his fur warming like honey. He curls up into a tiny ball, tail chasing his nose, and lets out a contented sigh. In this sun-drenched haven, he is king of his own beautiful castle, a tiny prince ruling over a world of plush and gold.
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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