Prompt: One day I climbed inside my body’s cave
Homeless, my hair electrified with terror
I walked inside that desert
Where sleeping lions lean against each other like cathedrals
Their spines aurora borealis
Their mouths and eyes stoppered
With a Niagara of sand,
Where only desert nomads know the burning of soft snow.
In my body’s cave I found a hermit
Dead, undecayed, with hands mirrored in prayer on his breast
His face turned towards the sunrise;
I touched him and breathed in the gunpowder dust.
The lions had not devoured him
The vultures had not picked clean his bones
The snakes had not spun themselves around him
Nothing would feed on that scentless corpse
Resting like an ancient foetus.
I watched him as a woman’s savage cry cut through me –
Who gave birth to you amongst lions forgotten by God,
Who can hear you crumbling in the emptiness,
Who can feel you burning like a torch wrung inside out,
Coarse diamond hermit,
Your beard growing further even now, past the soles of your feet
Your beard that will be my bed for as long as I am shuttered here
Or if I never leave
The beard that will be my wedding dress, my virgin death.
Prompt: One day I climbed inside my body’s cave
Homeless, my hair electrified with terror
I walked inside that desert
Where sleeping lions lean against each other like cathedrals
Their spines aurora borealis
Their mouths and eyes stoppered
With a Niagara of sand,
Where only desert nomads know the burning of soft snow.
In my body’s cave I found a hermit
Dead, undecayed, with hands mirrored in prayer on his breast
His face turned towards the sunrise;
I touched him and breathed in the gunpowder dust.
The lions had not devoured him
The vultures had not picked clean his bones
The snakes had not spun themselves around him
Nothing would feed on that scentless corpse
Resting like an ancient foetus.
I watched him as a woman’s savage cry cut through me –
Who gave birth to you amongst lions forgotten by God,
Who can hear you crumbling in the emptiness,
Who can feel you burning like a torch wrung inside out,
Coarse diamond hermit,
Your beard growing further even now, past the soles of your feet
Your beard that will be my bed for as long as I am shuttered here
Or if I never leave
The beard that will be my wedding dress, my virgin death.
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Prompt:
One day I climbed inside my body’s cave
Homeless, my hair electrified with terror
I walked inside that desert
Where sleeping lions lean against each other like cathedrals
Their spines aurora borealis
Their mouths and eyes stoppered
With a Niagara of sand,
Where only desert nomads know the burning of soft snow.
In my body’s cave I found a hermit
Dead, undecayed, with hands mirrored in prayer on his breast
His face turned towards the sunrise;
I touched him and breathed in the gunpowder dust.
The lions had not devoured him
The vultures had not picked clean his bones
The snakes had not spun themselves around him
Nothing would feed on that scentless corpse
Resting like an ancient foetus.
I watched him as a woman’s savage cry cut through me –
Who gave birth to you amongst lions forgotten by God,
Who can hear you crumbling in the emptiness,
Who can feel you burning like a torch wrung inside out,
Coarse diamond hermit,
Your beard growing further even now, past the soles of your feet
Your beard that will be my bed for as long as I am shuttered here
Or if I never leave
The beard that will be my wedding dress, my virgin death.
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Prompt: "One day I climbed inside my body’s cave
Homeless, my hair electrified with terror
I walked inside that desert
Where sleeping lions lean against each other like cathedrals
Their spines aurora borealis
Their mouths and eyes stoppered
With a Niagara of sand,
Where only desert nomads know the burning of soft snow.
In my body’s cave I found a hermit
Dead, undecayed, with hands mirrored in prayer on his breast
His face turned towards the sunrise;
I touched him and breathed in the gunpowder dust.
The lions had not devoured him
The vultures had not picked clean his bones
The snakes had not spun themselves around him
Nothing would feed on that scentless corpse
Resting like an ancient foetus.
I watched him as a woman’s savage cry cut through me –
Who gave birth to you amongst lions forgotten by God,
Who can hear you crumbling in the emptiness,
Who can feel you burning like a torch wrung inside out,
Coarse diamond hermit,
Your beard growing further even now, past the soles of your feet
Your beard that will be my bed for as long as I am shuttered here
Or if I never leave
The beard that will be my wedding dress, my virgin death."
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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