Prompt: (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go
(Never, never, never, never let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Prompt: Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Prompt: I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me
Prompt: With Vaseline afterbirths and neon coughs. Galaxies full of nobodies, Giving us the farewell runarounds. I took a virgin Mary axe to his sweet baby Jane. Lost my innocence to a no good girl. Scratch my face with anvil hands, And coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth.
In the style of George Méliès. Stars in background.
Prompt: Narrow streets of cobblestone
In restless dreams, I walked alone
in the manner of Ivan Bilibin, Harry Clarke, Walter Crane, Giovanni Battista Piranesi, Robert Hubert, intricately detailed, colored
watercolor, styled additionally by Thomas Wells Schaller, masterpiece, razor-sharp focus, dynamic lighting, wet watercolor and ink, sunny April afternoon, natural greens and blues with some yellow tones and brightly colored flowers.
Prompt: Satan stands next to a teenaged sailor in a prison cell with very dirty, brown walls. A small table in the middle of the room with a full bottle of whiskey on top and a glass sitting next to it. In the corner of the room is an old, pale demon with red eyes.
Prompt: Lucy when I'm with you things aren't the same
Fractal beauty, best kind of insane
When she sings to me I see it all around
Fascinating new, optical sound
Prompt: My reflection, dirty mirror
There's no connection to myself
I'm your lover, I'm your zero
I'm the face in your dreams of glass.
Made from small newspaper clippings, partly with text elements, handwritten poetry, collage, Pre-Raphaelite, Harry Clarke, Hannah Höch, DaDaism, surreal to abstract.
Prompt: I called you after midnight
Then ran until I burst
I passed the howling woman
And stood outside your door
We walked around the lake
And woke up in the rain
And everyone turned over
Troubled in their dreams again
Made from small newspaper clippings, partly with text elements, poetry text, collage, pre-raphaelite, Hannah Höch, DaDaism, surreal to abstract.
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.
