Prompt: If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
don’t deal in lies,
don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream
If you can think
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Prompt: If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
don’t deal in lies,
don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream
If you can think
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Prompt: Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the 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.
