Prompt: Earth in the window
The earth is visible through the porthole...
As a son mourns for his mother,
We are sad about the Earth - she is alone
And yet the stars
A little closer, but everyone is also cold
And, as in the hours of eclipse,
We are waiting for the light and see earthly dreams
And we are not dreaming of the roar of the spaceport
Not this icy blue
And we dream of grass, grass near the house
Green, green grass
And we fly in orbits, in unbeaten ways
Stitched with meteorites expanse
Justified risk and courage, space music
Floats into our business conversation
In some kind of haze matte earth in the porthole
Evening and early dawn
And the son is sad about his mother,
The mother is waiting for the son, and the Earth is waiting for the sons
spaceport
Not this icy blue
And we dream of grass, grass near the house
Prompt: Earth in the window
The earth is visible through the porthole...
As a son mourns for his mother,
We are sad about the Earth - she is alone
And yet the stars
A little closer, but everyone is also cold
And, as in the hours of eclipse,
We are waiting for the light and see earthly dreams
And we are not dreaming of the roar of the spaceport
Not this icy blue
And we dream of grass, grass near the house
Green, green grass
And we fly in orbits, in unbeaten ways
Stitched with meteorites expanse
Justified risk and courage, space music
Floats into our business conversation
In some kind of haze matte earth in the porthole
Evening and early dawn
And the son is sad about his mother,
The mother is waiting for the son, and the Earth is waiting for the sons
spaceport
Not this icy blue
And we dream of grass, grass near the house
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
Earth in the window
The earth is visible through the porthole...
As a son mourns for his mother,
We are sad about the Earth - she is alone
And yet the stars
A little closer, but everyone is also cold
And, as in the hours of eclipse,
We are waiting for the light and see earthly dreams
And we are not dreaming of the roar of the spaceport
Not this icy blue
And we dream of grass, grass near the house
Green, green grass
And we fly in orbits, in unbeaten ways
Stitched with meteorites expanse
Justified risk and courage, space music
Floats into our business conversation
In some kind of haze matte earth in the porthole
Evening and early dawn
And the son is sad about his mother,
The mother is waiting for the son, and the Earth is waiting for the sons
spaceport
Not this icy blue
And we dream of grass, grass near the house
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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