Prompt: Stood there leaning to the city moon
Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
He cried for night
But the night could not come
So, swept in the shroud
Of misanthropy he went away
And fed the empty galleries
With the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows
With a dry, sardonic smile
Stood there carving on the monument of lies
Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
He disappears into her cold and icy womb
Prompt: Stood there leaning to the city moon
Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
He cried for night
But the night could not come
So, swept in the shroud
Of misanthropy he went away
And fed the empty galleries
With the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows
With a dry, sardonic smile
Stood there carving on the monument of lies
Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
He disappears into her cold and icy womb
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
Stood there leaning to the city moon
Casting silhouettes tall to grip her white rooms
The black-clad voyeur in his black-clad masque
In the serpentine sun of tragedy basked
Stood there cursing at the soul-dead mass
With their fabled illusions, the vain dreams that passed
Splinters of a life rushing by in the whirl
Alone, silent warrior in a fantasy world
He cried for night
But the night could not come
So, swept in the shroud
Of misanthropy he went away
And fed the empty galleries
With the artifacts of the black rain
Sunken into the shadows
With a dry, sardonic smile
Stood there carving on the monument of lies
Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil
As the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs
He disappears into her cold and icy womb
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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