Prompt: A sun-scorched, barren spaceport on a distant world, where twin suns burn brightly in the sky. The ruins of once-advanced buildings are now crumbling, casting harsh shadows over the cracked ground. Dust swirls through the air, carrying the scent of rust and decaying machinery.
A lone space cowboy leans against his battered speeder. His weathered face, tanned and scarred by years of exposure, is framed by a dark leather hat that casts a shadow over his sharp features. A faded duster clings to his shoulders, worn and frayed, and his boots are caked in red dust. His piercing eyes, hardened by countless days of waiting, scan the horizon for any signs of incoming ships. His blaster, sleek and glowing faintly, rests at his hip, ready for action. There’s a weariness in his posture, but a quiet determination too—he’s been waiting for too long.
The speeder floats a foot above the ground, its once-pristine design now marred by rust and wear. The anti-gravity engines hum faintly, their soft sputter betraying the strain of the harsh environment. Despite its battered state, the speeder still exudes a sleek, defiant grace, a relic of the cowboy’s roving life.
Resting in the speeder’s shadow, a yellow Labrador Retriever lays at ease, its clean, well-maintained coat contrasting with the cowboy’s ragged appearance. Though relaxed, the dog is always alert, its bright eyes watching the cowboy with unwavering loyalty. Its fur, groomed and pristine, suggests a life of better care than its companion.
In the distance, the remains of a grand spaceport dome stand half-collapsed, a relic of a forgotten age. Broken windows and crumbling walls speak of a once-bustling hub now abandoned to scavengers and outlaws. Rusted ships lie unmoving in the distant hangars.
A sense of isolation and quiet endurance fills the air. The cowboy, the dog, and the speeder stand as lone symbols of survival in a forgotten world, each worn but steadfast against the vast emptiness of the planet.
Prompt: Doubtful Dog In Chicago, Bim Elbert, dog, was reported as being paid quarters and dimes for tidying the Elbert premises, for minding the Elbert car, for carrying the Elbert market-basket, for going to bed promptly, for not whining or barking or "playing with other dogs." He was said to go to the bank with his weekly savings, deposit them with the teller, wait for his passbook, trot home. His balance was "$68 with no withdrawals." He was saving "against the infirmities of age."
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.
