Prompt: a masterpiece caricature: a bunker in a section, from the bunker the scary face of a bald man in his 70s looks out. Two mice in military uniform are standing below the bunker, holding explosives and setting fire to the cord. One of the mice points a finger up at the old man and says: - Can we toast? Picasso, Ralph Stedman, Georg Gross. Paul Klee. Minimalist caricature.
Prompt: In a dusty, dark explosives warehouse, where the air was thick with sulfur and saltpeter, two ungainly creatures met: the Firefly, a small candle, and the Gunpowder Owl, a mysterious bird with feathers made of gunpowder.
The firefly flew into the warehouse, attracted by a faint glow. It landed on an old wooden barrel, where the Gunpowder Owl sat and stared with glowing eyes.
"What are you?" asked the Gunpowder Owl in a deep, raspy voice. Its voice sounded like a peal of thunder that rumbled in the warehouse's thick walls.
"I am the Firefly," said the little light in a thin voice. "I bring light to the darkness."
The Gunpowder Owl snorted. "Light? What good is light in this darkness? Here only explosions and destruction reign."
The firefly blinked
. "Even in darkness, light can bring hope," it said. "It can show the way and bring warmth."
The Gunpowder Owl stared at the Firefly with a look that was both hard and curious. "Hope?" it said. "I don't know hope. I only know gunpowder and fire."
"Perhaps I can teach you about hope," said the Firefly. "Maybe together we can bring light to this dark place."
The Gunpowder Owl was silent for a moment. Then it nodded slowly. "Maybe," it said. "Maybe we can."
And so began an unlikely friendship between the Firefly and the Gunpowder Owl. Together they explored the explosives warehouse, and the Firefly's light illuminated the dark nooks and crannies. The Gunpowder Owl told the Firefly stories of explosions and destruction,
and the Firefly told the Gunpowder Owl stories of hope and light.
Little by little, the warehouse began to change. The firefly's light attracted new creatures - insects, bats and small animals. The Gunpowder Owl protected them with its powerful voice and sharp claws.
Soon the explosives warehouse was no longer a dark and dangerous place.
It had become a place of life and light, a place where hope could sprout.
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.
