Prompt: In this cornfield, i am a lonely scarecrow on a stick who stands alone. My straw-stuffed form, a mockery of life, yearns for the warmth of companionship that the winds of neglect deny me. Each day, I watch the world dance by—laughter echoing from afar, birds soaring freely, while I remain tethered to this forlorn post. My patched garments cling to me like faded memories, a testament to endless days and nights spent in silent vigil. Oh, how I tire of the crows that mock my existence, their cackles a cruel reminder of the isolation I endure. I dream of a life beyond this wooden cross, where I could tread the earth with purpose, not merely to frighten away feathered intruders. The sun dips below the horizon, casting shadows upon my weary frame. As darkness descends, I whisper to the moon, my only confidant in this spectral symphony. Alas, my silent plea remains unanswered, and I stand, a lonely sentinel in a sea of endless emptiness.
Prompt: In this cornfield, i am a lonely scarecrow on a stick who stands alone. My straw-stuffed form, a mockery of life, yearns for the warmth of companionship that the winds of neglect deny me. Each day, I watch the world dance by—laughter echoing from afar, birds soaring freely, while I remain tethered to this forlorn post. My patched garments cling to me like faded memories, a testament to endless days and nights spent in silent vigil. Oh, how I tire of the crows that mock my existence, their cackles a cruel reminder of the isolation I endure. I dream of a life beyond this wooden cross, where I could tread the earth with purpose, not merely to frighten away feathered intruders. The sun dips below the horizon, casting shadows upon my weary frame. As darkness descends, I whisper to the moon, my only confidant in this spectral symphony. Alas, my silent plea remains unanswered, and I stand, a lonely sentinel in a sea of endless emptiness.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
In this cornfield, i am a lonely scarecrow on a stick who stands alone. My straw-stuffed form, a mockery of life, yearns for the warmth of companionship that the winds of neglect deny me. Each day, I watch the world dance by—laughter echoing from afar, birds soaring freely, while I remain tethered to this forlorn post. My patched garments cling to me like faded memories, a testament to endless days and nights spent in silent vigil. Oh, how I tire of the crows that mock my existence, their cackles a cruel reminder of the isolation I endure. I dream of a life beyond this wooden cross, where I could tread the earth with purpose, not merely to frighten away feathered intruders. The sun dips below the horizon, casting shadows upon my weary frame. As darkness descends, I whisper to the moon, my only confidant in this spectral symphony. Alas, my silent plea remains unanswered, and I stand, a lonely sentinel in a sea of endless emptiness.
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.