Prompt: "...you inject seductive love into the heart of every creature that lives in the seas and mountains and river torrents and bird-haunted thickets and verdant plains, implanting in it the passionate urge..."
Prompt: Streams and springs caleld them allay their thirst, just as nowadays torrents of water cascading down from mighty mountains with sonorous sound summon far and wide the thirsty troops of wild beasts. Moreover they occupied sylvan sanctuaries of the nymphs, familiar to them in their wanderings, from which they knew that sliding streams of water slipped to lave with lavish flow the rocks, the wet, wet rocks all green with moss and dripping with moisture; they knew too of places where welling springs gushed out over the open plain."
Prompt: Beautiful calm harbor in style of gauvism warm colors beautiful sunset peaceful water overlooking island on lighthouse pink orange yellow friendship love peace
Prompt: "The terrors of the mind flee all away,
The walls of heaven open, and through the void
Immeasurable, the truth of things I see.
The gods appear now and their quiet abodes...
...always ever-cloudless air
Enflods and smiles on them with bounteous light."
Prompt: "Now inspired I traverse in blooming thought the pathless haunts of the Pierides never yet trodden by soles of man. I love to approach the untasted springs and to quaff, I love to cull fresh flowers and gather for my head a distinguished crown from spots whence the muses have yet veiled the brows of none"
Prompt: "Be sure that, if the shapes were infinite in number, exotic robes of glistening purple from Meliboea, steeped in the dye of Thessalian mollusks, and the regiments of gilded peacocks, imbued with radiant loveliness, would be surpassed and obscured by things adorned with new colors; the aroma of myrrh and the taste of honey would be scorned; likewise the song of the swan and the subtle melodies from the strings of Phoebus' lyre would be smothered and silenced. Something would always emerge to excel all the others."
Prompt: First, when dawn strews new light across the earth,
And the birds flying through the pathless woods
In the soft air fill with their liquid notes,
So varied and so sweet the place below,
We see then plain and manifest to all
How suddenly the rising sun is wont
To clothe the world and flood it with his light.
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.
