Prompt: That day, the day of the frog legs, left an indelible, almost cosmic mark on my soul. On the drive home, my mind raced with unanswered questions, each more profound than the last. Why did he do that? Why did he let them take his legs? Was it for love, a selfless sacrifice for his family? Was it for money, a tragic bargain struck in the cruel world of amphibian economics? Or was it something far, far grander? Perhaps, as I now imagine, he was but one of hundreds, maybe thousands, of his kind – a secret society of legless amphibians, living in a hidden encampment deep within the woods, their tiny wheelchairs bearing witness to the ultimate sacrifice for the "best frog legs in the land." He was a courier, a messenger, a living (and rolling) testament to their existence.
Still, over the years, I wondered why. I began to search the ancient texts starting in the mid 1980's. Eventually I would discover The Ancient Conspiracy of the Amphibian Elders.
The "sacrifice" was never just about delicious dining; it was a long-game strategy, meticulously orchestrated over eons by a secret, ancient council of legless frog elders. These aren't just any frogs; these are the masterminds behind a grand, millennia-old plan for global amphibian domination.
Their resentment runs deeper than any puddle. It stretches back to the time of the ancient Egyptian civilization, where sleek, revered cats were chosen as deities and companions, while frogs were, quite literally, relegated to the sidelines. This profound feeling of being shunned became the bedrock of their vengeful, long-term scheme. Every frog leg served at Country Earl's, every succulent bite savored by humans, is not merely a meal, but a calculated step in their meticulous, chilling plot to secure their place in a new world order where frogs rule.
This council, with wisdom accumulated over countless generations, ensures that the "sacrifice" is made willingly, perhaps even with a strange sense of honor, all for the greater, chilling glory of their species. The frog in the wheelchair? He wasn't just escaping; he was a silent, solemn participant in the ongoing ritual, a tiny cog in a vast, ancient machine.
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.
