Prompt: I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You hear me laughing You heard my battle Batten the hatches Flatten the hatchlings You pulled my nose ring While I was snoring Your pulley's rope broke Soon as it sensed smoke Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Nervy no no doubt Nervous on purpose Dolphin: What porpoise? Flipper was famous Like Famous Amos Chalk-lit chip cookies With fried potatoes Impotent NATO I hear you calling I heard you calling I herd your cattle Heard their death rattle You heard me laughing You heard my cattle Caterwaul kittens Mice wearing mittens You pulled my nose ring While we were nosediving Your pulley's rope broke We're done alive een Your pulled pork neck tie Perfect to hang by We hang, we hang out Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut Scurvy for sauerkraut
Prompt: Fat Doctor Strange: Portal Chef Extraordinaire
Picture a hefty Stephen Strange in his vibrant, mystical robes, the sash around his waist struggling slightly to contain his ample frame. He’s standing in the Sanctum kitchen, where chaos reigns. Spices from across dimensions float in glowing jars, and enchanted cookware clangs and sizzles as they stir on their own. Strange stands at the center of this magical culinary storm, summoning a dish through a glowing portal—spaghetti from Italy in 1923, an alien fruit salad from the Dark Dimension, and steaming dumplings from a hidden Wakandan street market. As he samples each dish with a look of pure satisfaction, the Cloak of Levitation drifts lazily behind him, nudging a falling pot back into place. "Master of the Mystic Arts," he mutters to himself, licking sauce off his finger, “and of the culinary ones as well.
Prompt: Fat Doctor Strange: Portal Chef Extraordinaire
Picture a hefty Stephen Strange in his vibrant, mystical robes, the sash around his waist struggling slightly to contain his ample frame. He’s standing in the Sanctum kitchen, where chaos reigns. Spices from across dimensions float in glowing jars, and enchanted cookware clangs and sizzles as they stir on their own. Strange stands at the center of this magical culinary storm, summoning a dish through a glowing portal—spaghetti from Italy in 1923, an alien fruit salad from the Dark Dimension, and steaming dumplings from a hidden Wakandan street market. As he samples each dish with a look of pure satisfaction, the Cloak of Levitation drifts lazily behind him, nudging a falling pot back into place. "Master of the Mystic Arts," he mutters to himself, licking sauce off his finger, “and of the culinary ones as well.
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.
