Prompt: The days, full of charm,
I shine in the light;
Blackbirds fly in the bush
And from the woods the night comes
Stealthily.
Which with burdens of work
They come slowly and squeaking;
The herds are heard bellowing,
And the boys come to the meadow
howling
With the cup, at leisure,
Wives come from the river;
And with the lap caught in the waist
They come singing in flocks of girls
From wheat.
From the neck to thick knots
Noisily the children come;
The village is full of noise;
Lazy white smoke comes out
From the dorm.
But gradually it eases
All the noises in the village,
The workers went to bed.
The silence is now complete
He spent the night.
The fire is enveloped on the hearth,
And the women died,
And through the sleeping village
I just want the dog to bark in its sleep
Hoarse.
Here it is! Full, about the mountain
The moon comes out of the tree
And it rises, -slowly-slowly,
Thoughtful as a forehead
As a poet.
Like a soft voice of a bell
The great fir groves ring;
Rhythmically the waves fall,
How it struggles in sweet roar
I see water.
Prompt: The days, full of charm,
I shine in the light;
Blackbirds fly in the bush
And from the woods the night comes
Stealthily.
Which with burdens of work
They come slowly and squeaking;
The herds are heard bellowing,
And the boys come to the meadow
howling
With the cup, at leisure,
Wives come from the river;
And with the lap caught in the waist
They come singing in flocks of girls
From wheat.
From the neck to thick knots
Noisily the children come;
The village is full of noise;
Lazy white smoke comes out
From the dorm.
But gradually it eases
All the noises in the village,
The workers went to bed.
The silence is now complete
He spent the night.
The fire is enveloped on the hearth,
And the women died,
And through the sleeping village
I just want the dog to bark in its sleep
Hoarse.
Here it is! Full, about the mountain
The moon comes out of the tree
And it rises, -slowly-slowly,
Thoughtful as a forehead
As a poet.
Like a soft voice of a bell
The great fir groves ring;
Rhythmically the waves fall,
How it struggles in sweet roar
I see water.
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Prompt:
The days, full of charm,
I shine in the light;
Blackbirds fly in the bush
And from the woods the night comes
Stealthily.
Which with burdens of work
They come slowly and squeaking;
The herds are heard bellowing,
And the boys come to the meadow
howling
With the cup, at leisure,
Wives come from the river;
And with the lap caught in the waist
They come singing in flocks of girls
From wheat.
From the neck to thick knots
Noisily the children come;
The village is full of noise;
Lazy white smoke comes out
From the dorm.
But gradually it eases
All the noises in the village,
The workers went to bed.
The silence is now complete
He spent the night.
The fire is enveloped on the hearth,
And the women died,
And through the sleeping village
I just want the dog to bark in its sleep
Hoarse.
Here it is! Full, about the mountain
The moon comes out of the tree
And it rises, -slowly-slowly,
Thoughtful as a forehead
As a poet.
Like a soft voice of a bell
The great fir groves ring;
Rhythmically the waves fall,
How it struggles in sweet roar
I see water.
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
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Deep Dream
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