Prompt: The yellow sugar of the dunes is bitter on withered lips
And the desert of time greets with a serpentine hiss
Then the caravan of my memory wanders in prophetic mysterious dreams
The faces in the centuries have worn away, and I do not remember the names…
Whose faces are there in the haze – Anubis *, or maybe Marduk *?
The mystery will hide in the trickles of quicksand treacherous
The wind of wandering sings... no, the duduk plays long
The song of the prophecy of the ancient ... whether true or false words
Ephemerality flows into the veins of an otherworldly fate
And the heart is worried under the canopy of royal stars
Suddenly I'll understand why I'm still sick of you…
The Tantra of our souls is holy to the point of pain, to the point of sincere tears
The thread is thinning... it crumbles right in your hands…
Is this a dream or a wild scorching deception of the mind?
The image melts in the moonlight before my eyes
A quiet whisper... "will you recognize me by keeping the talisman"…
Prompt: The yellow sugar of the dunes is bitter on withered lips
And the desert of time greets with a serpentine hiss
Then the caravan of my memory wanders in prophetic mysterious dreams
The faces in the centuries have worn away, and I do not remember the names…
Whose faces are there in the haze – Anubis *, or maybe Marduk *?
The mystery will hide in the trickles of quicksand treacherous
The wind of wandering sings... no, the duduk plays long
The song of the prophecy of the ancient ... whether true or false words
Ephemerality flows into the veins of an otherworldly fate
And the heart is worried under the canopy of royal stars
Suddenly I'll understand why I'm still sick of you…
The Tantra of our souls is holy to the point of pain, to the point of sincere tears
The thread is thinning... it crumbles right in your hands…
Is this a dream or a wild scorching deception of the mind?
The image melts in the moonlight before my eyes
A quiet whisper... "will you recognize me by keeping the talisman"…
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
The yellow sugar of the dunes is bitter on withered lips
And the desert of time greets with a serpentine hiss
Then the caravan of my memory wanders in prophetic mysterious dreams
The faces in the centuries have worn away, and I do not remember the names…
Whose faces are there in the haze – Anubis *, or maybe Marduk *?
The mystery will hide in the trickles of quicksand treacherous
The wind of wandering sings... no, the duduk plays long
The song of the prophecy of the ancient ... whether true or false words
Ephemerality flows into the veins of an otherworldly fate
And the heart is worried under the canopy of royal stars
Suddenly I'll understand why I'm still sick of you…
The Tantra of our souls is holy to the point of pain, to the point of sincere tears
The thread is thinning... it crumbles right in your hands…
Is this a dream or a wild scorching deception of the mind?
The image melts in the moonlight before my eyes
A quiet whisper... "will you recognize me by keeping the talisman"…
More about Desert Guardian: Anubis Rising at Dusk
A majestic statue of an Anubis-like dog head with Egyptian adornments rises from the desert sands at sunset.
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.