Prompt: The night treads like a feather on wavy dunes
Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky
And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan
Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past
The copper of the moon is polished by the wind-a wandering dervish
And the fire fills all the temples with grace...
but why are you broadcasting trouble, blind priest,
As a gift to the gods by spilling sesame wine?
And an old man in white robes said softly:
"Take your Cheri away, let Mitre help you
The dogs of the desert are already close, I hear a frenzied howl
The shameful death of Parsi* worries my soul."..
The manes of the black horses turned white from salt -
The steeds of two lovers saved from death
The desert shook with crying and pain
The dogs were running at their heels in bloody steel...
Also, the night of the gentle peri wanders somewhere in the dunes
Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky
And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan
Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past...
Prompt: The night treads like a feather on wavy dunes
Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky
And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan
Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past
The copper of the moon is polished by the wind-a wandering dervish
And the fire fills all the temples with grace...
but why are you broadcasting trouble, blind priest,
As a gift to the gods by spilling sesame wine?
And an old man in white robes said softly:
"Take your Cheri away, let Mitre help you
The dogs of the desert are already close, I hear a frenzied howl
The shameful death of Parsi* worries my soul."..
The manes of the black horses turned white from salt -
The steeds of two lovers saved from death
The desert shook with crying and pain
The dogs were running at their heels in bloody steel...
Also, the night of the gentle peri wanders somewhere in the dunes
Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky
And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan
Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past...
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Prompt:
The night treads like a feather on wavy dunes
Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky
And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan
Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past
The copper of the moon is polished by the wind-a wandering dervish
And the fire fills all the temples with grace...
but why are you broadcasting trouble, blind priest,
As a gift to the gods by spilling sesame wine?
And an old man in white robes said softly:
"Take your Cheri away, let Mitre help you
The dogs of the desert are already close, I hear a frenzied howl
The shameful death of Parsi* worries my soul."..
The manes of the black horses turned white from salt -
The steeds of two lovers saved from death
The desert shook with crying and pain
The dogs were running at their heels in bloody steel...
Also, the night of the gentle peri wanders somewhere in the dunes
Pomegranate core stars are dripping juice from the sky
And my longing in silk is traveling with a caravan
Through a shaky memory, through the past or the non-past...
More about Tales of the Desert
A surreal scene is a tent boat in the desert under a starry sky with a large moon.
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.