Prompt: The wind gathers storm clouds
above the sea’s gray plain.
Like black lightning the Stormy Petrel
flits between sea and cloud.
Now touching a wave with his wing, now shooting
like an arrow up into the clouds, he screams,
and the storm clouds hear joy
in the bird’s impertinent cry.
The craving of the storm is in this cry!
Storm clouds hear the power of anger,
the flame of passion, and the certitude
of victory in this cry.
by Ivan Aivazovsky,Albert Bierstadt
Prompt: autumn best quality, ink painting, acrylic, cute ice cornflowers, sunrise, by Craola, Dan Mumford, Andy Kehoe, 2d, flat, adorable, vintage, art on a cracked paper, fairytale, storybook detailed illustration, cinematic, ultra highly detailed, tiny details, beautiful details, mystical, luminism, vibrant colors, complex background, centered, symmetry, painted, intricate, volumetric lighting, beautiful, rich deep colors masterpiece, sharp focus, ultra detailed, in the style of dan mumford and marc simonetti, astrophotography, centered, symmetry, painted, intricate, volumetric lighting, beautiful, rich deep colors masterpiece, sharp focus, ultra detailed, in the style of dan mumford and marc simonetti, astrophotography
Prompt: THERE'S A LONG, LONG TRAIL
Nights are growing very lonely,
Days are very long;
I'm a-growing weary only
List'ning for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging
Thro' my memory
Till it seems the world is full of dreams
Just to call you back to me.
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And the white moon beams.
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
All night long I hear you calling,
Calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling,
Ev'ry where I go.
Tho' the road between us stretches
Many a weary mile,
I forget that you're not with me yet
When I think I see you smile.
There's a long, long trail a-winding
Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing
And the white moon beams.
There's a long, long night of waiting
Until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I'll be going down
That long, long trail with you.
Beautiful blonde young woman and handsome young Libyan man, Sacred Union, Passionate Love.
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.
