Prompt: Inside a cathedral carved from whale bones and black salt, a choir of skeletons sings into jars filled with trapped screams. The altar bleeds honey and ink, where a crowned goat with too many eyes lies still, breathing. Jesus sits at the edge of the altar, barefoot, exhausted, his robes soaked in oil and shadow. He does not speak—only watches—as the faithful pierce their own ears with thorns to hear Him better. The stained glass above melts slowly, reshaping into a thousand versions of Him—each more monstrous than the last.
mystyle: Sacred grotesque. Fossilized faith. Divine exhaustion. Self-inflicted belief systems. Hallucinatory worship.
Prompt: Inside a cathedral carved from whale bones and black salt, a choir of skeletons sings into jars filled with trapped screams. The altar bleeds honey and ink, where a crowned goat with too many eyes lies still, breathing. Jesus sits at the edge of the altar, barefoot, exhausted, his robes soaked in oil and shadow. He does not speak—only watches—as the faithful pierce their own ears with thorns to hear Him better. The stained glass above melts slowly, reshaping into a thousand versions of Him—each more monstrous than the last.
mystyle: Sacred grotesque. Fossilized faith. Divine exhaustion. Self-inflicted belief systems. Hallucinatory worship.
Prompt: Inside a cathedral carved from whale bones and black salt, a choir of skeletons sings into jars filled with trapped screams. The altar bleeds honey and ink, where a crowned goat with too many eyes lies still, breathing. Jesus sits at the edge of the altar, barefoot, exhausted, his robes soaked in oil and shadow. He does not speak—only watches—as the faithful pierce their own ears with thorns to hear Him better. The stained glass above melts slowly, reshaping into a thousand versions of Him—each more monstrous than the last.
mystyle: Sacred grotesque. Fossilized faith. Divine exhaustion. Self-inflicted belief systems. Hallucinatory worship.
Prompt: Inside a cathedral carved from whale bones and black salt, a choir of skeletons sings into jars filled with trapped screams. The altar bleeds honey and ink, where a crowned goat with too many eyes lies still, breathing. Jesus sits at the edge of the altar, barefoot, exhausted, his robes soaked in oil and shadow. He does not speak—only watches—as the faithful pierce their own ears with thorns to hear Him better. The stained glass above melts slowly, reshaping into a thousand versions of Him—each more monstrous than the last.
mystyle: Sacred grotesque. Fossilized faith. Divine exhaustion. Self-inflicted belief systems. Hallucinatory worship.
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.
