Prompt: NIKOLAY RUBTSOV
"CRANES"
There was a fiery east between the bog trunks...
When October comes, cranes will suddenly appear!
And they will wake me up, the cries of cranes will call
Over my attic, over a swamp, forgotten in the distance...
a widespread supposed period of withering in Russia
They proclaim like a legend about ancient pages.
Everything that is in the soul expresses sobbing to the end
And the high flight of these proud famous birds.
Consonant hands are waving widely to birds in Russia.
And the oblivion of swamps, and the loss of cold fields -
This will be expressed by all, as in a fairy tale, heavenly sounds,
The cry of the cranes will spread far, far away...
here they are flying, here they are flying... Open the gate quickly!
Come soon to see your favorites!
Here they are silent - and the soul and nature are orphaned again
Because - be silent! - so no one will express them...
Prompt: NIKOLAY RUBTSOV
"CRANES"
There was a fiery east between the bog trunks...
When October comes, cranes will suddenly appear!
And they will wake me up, the cries of cranes will call
Over my attic, over a swamp, forgotten in the distance...
a widespread supposed period of withering in Russia
They proclaim like a legend about ancient pages.
Everything that is in the soul expresses sobbing to the end
And the high flight of these proud famous birds.
Consonant hands are waving widely to birds in Russia.
And the oblivion of swamps, and the loss of cold fields -
This will be expressed by all, as in a fairy tale, heavenly sounds,
The cry of the cranes will spread far, far away...
here they are flying, here they are flying... Open the gate quickly!
Come soon to see your favorites!
Here they are silent - and the soul and nature are orphaned again
Because - be silent! - so no one will express them...
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
NIKOLAY RUBTSOV
"CRANES"
There was a fiery east between the bog trunks...
When October comes, cranes will suddenly appear!
And they will wake me up, the cries of cranes will call
Over my attic, over a swamp, forgotten in the distance...
a widespread supposed period of withering in Russia
They proclaim like a legend about ancient pages.
Everything that is in the soul expresses sobbing to the end
And the high flight of these proud famous birds.
Consonant hands are waving widely to birds in Russia.
And the oblivion of swamps, and the loss of cold fields -
This will be expressed by all, as in a fairy tale, heavenly sounds,
The cry of the cranes will spread far, far away...
here they are flying, here they are flying... Open the gate quickly!
Come soon to see your favorites!
Here they are silent - and the soul and nature are orphaned again
Because - be silent! - so no one will express them...
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.
Artist
