Prompt: In the murky depths of the night, there lurked a portly figure, a bald sentinel of his own twisted tales. This man, he danced on the precipice of sanity, fueled by the devil's elixir, lost in the labyrinth of his own mind.
The bald pate, a canvas for the chaos within, glistened under the neon haze. Drugs coursed through his veins like a raging torrent, distorting reality, distilling it into a fragmented kaleidoscope.
With trembling hands, he clutched his electronic lifeline, a smartphone, or so it seemed. His mission: to copy the elusive words that danced like specters on his screen. But alas, his attempts were futile, like a desperate cry in a hurricane.
In the spirit of Hunter S. Thompson, we bear witness to this maddening descent, a harrowing voyage into the heart of the American night. The search for meaning amidst the madness, a futile endeavor in the swirling abyss.
Prompt: In the murky depths of the night, there lurked a portly figure, a bald sentinel of his own twisted tales. This man, he danced on the precipice of sanity, fueled by the devil's elixir, lost in the labyrinth of his own mind.
The bald pate, a canvas for the chaos within, glistened under the neon haze. Drugs coursed through his veins like a raging torrent, distorting reality, distilling it into a fragmented kaleidoscope.
With trembling hands, he clutched his electronic lifeline, a smartphone, or so it seemed. His mission: to copy the elusive words that danced like specters on his screen. But alas, his attempts were futile, like a desperate cry in a hurricane.
In the spirit of Hunter S. Thompson, we bear witness to this maddening descent, a harrowing voyage into the heart of the American night. The search for meaning amidst the madness, a futile endeavor in the swirling abyss.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
In the murky depths of the night, there lurked a portly figure, a bald sentinel of his own twisted tales. This man, he danced on the precipice of sanity, fueled by the devil's elixir, lost in the labyrinth of his own mind.
The bald pate, a canvas for the chaos within, glistened under the neon haze. Drugs coursed through his veins like a raging torrent, distorting reality, distilling it into a fragmented kaleidoscope.
With trembling hands, he clutched his electronic lifeline, a smartphone, or so it seemed. His mission: to copy the elusive words that danced like specters on his screen. But alas, his attempts were futile, like a desperate cry in a hurricane.
In the spirit of Hunter S. Thompson, we bear witness to this maddening descent, a harrowing voyage into the heart of the American night. The search for meaning amidst the madness, a futile endeavor in the swirling abyss.
More about Fantasy gothic cathedral
Accidental generation using the V2 prototype template.
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.