Prompt: The beast Katatsumoridako lies in the sea on the waves,
He looks up at the stars with a hundred eyes in the dark night...
He sailed here from an abyss, an abyss of terror and darkness,
And full of white droppings and stench of cloaca...
With his purple body he attracts gray seagulls,
And the gullible and the foolish, with a hundred hands he seizes!
And when he is full, immovable, he lies and ponders...
And misfortune to him who passes by, at this time sails by!
His thought is like a spider's web, like a stench over the waves,
And bringeth death the abyss - Men descend into it themselves!
The thoughts are full of murder, loneliness and anguish,
And any sailor, when he hears them, will lay his hands on himself.
Death, the slanting admiral, rules the dead crew,
Prompt: The beast Katatsumoridako lies in the sea on the waves,
He looks up at the stars with a hundred eyes in the dark night...
He sailed here from an abyss, an abyss of terror and darkness,
And full of white droppings and stench of cloaca...
With his purple body he attracts gray seagulls,
And the gullible and the foolish, with a hundred hands he seizes!
And when he is full, immovable, he lies and ponders...
And misfortune to him who passes by, at this time sails by!
His thought is like a spider's web, like a stench over the waves,
And bringeth death the abyss - Men descend into it themselves!
The thoughts are full of murder, loneliness and anguish,
And any sailor, when he hears them, will lay his hands on himself.
Death, the slanting admiral, rules the dead crew,
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Prompt:
The beast Katatsumoridako lies in the sea on the waves,
He looks up at the stars with a hundred eyes in the dark night...
He sailed here from an abyss, an abyss of terror and darkness,
And full of white droppings and stench of cloaca...
With his purple body he attracts gray seagulls,
And the gullible and the foolish, with a hundred hands he seizes!
And when he is full, immovable, he lies and ponders...
And misfortune to him who passes by, at this time sails by!
His thought is like a spider's web, like a stench over the waves,
And bringeth death the abyss - Men descend into it themselves!
The thoughts are full of murder, loneliness and anguish,
And any sailor, when he hears them, will lay his hands on himself.
Death, the slanting admiral, rules the dead crew,
More about Constellation of the Hound Dogs
A dog coming out of the sea, looking up at the distant stars.
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.