Prompt: Through a swinging doors a sliver of harsh sunlight that sliced through the smoky haze clinging to the air like cobwebs inside the Longbranch Saloon. The polished wooden bar gleamed faintly beneath a string of flickering oil lamps, casting long shadows that danced across the worn floorboards.
The music seemed to draw a group of women, their colorful dresses a stark contrast to the drab browns and beiges that dominated the room. They twirled and swayed in the center of the floor, their laughter mingling with the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversation.
One dancer, a fiery redhead with eyes the color of sapphires, spun away from the group, her laughter ringing out above the music. Her dress, a vibrant crimson, swirled around her legs as she twirled, a fleeting splash of color against the backdrop of the dimly lit saloon.
In the corner, a group of weathered cowboys hunched over a worn poker table. Their faces, etched with the harsh lines of a life lived outdoors, were masks of concentration as they studied their cards. The air crackled with unspoken tension as each man tossed a chip onto the pile, the clatter echoing in the sudden hush that fell over the room.
Across from the poker players, a lone figure tickled the keys of a battered upright piano. His fingers flew across the ivory, weaving a lively melody that filled the saloon with a contagious energy.
In the background, behind the bar stood grizzled bartender. His weathered face, etched with a thousand stories, seemed perpetually furrowed in a half-smile, half-scowl. A white rag perpetually hung from his shoulder as he expertly lined up shot glasses with practiced ease, the clinking of ice against glass a rhythmic counterpoint to the lively piano music.
The scene was a tableau of Wild West life, a microcosm of a world where danger and excitement lurked around every corner, and a cold drink and a lively tune were all a man (or woman) needed to chase away the blues.
Prompt: A group of people from different time periods, all brought together in one place. A knight stands next to a cowboy, while a flapper dances with a punk rocker. The clash of fashion and culture is evident, but they all seem to coexist peacefully. In the background, a clock tower shows different times for each face.
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.
