Prompt: Moderisation, conurbation as life is massed into one, you try to escape your inevitable fate, but you know the fight can't be won.
Encompassed by the lattice of life. intense, claustrophic existence
Prompt: Modernisation, conurbation as life is massed into one, you try to escape your inevitable fate, but you know the fight can't be won.
Encompassed by the lattice of life. intense, claustrophic existence
Prompt: a deranged screaming clown trapped within a glass bottle. The clown is screaming in anguish. The bottle sits in a surreal landscape
Great depth of field.
Prompt: Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God’s lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Black-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks—
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Prompt: Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God’s lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Black-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks—
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Prompt: Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God’s lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Black-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks—
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Prompt: Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God’s lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks—
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Prompt: You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.
You died before I had time——
Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,
Ghastly statue with one gray toe
Big as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish Atlantic
Where it pours bean green over blue
In the waters off beautiful Nauset.
I used to pray to recover you.
Ach, du.
Prompt: Existentialism expressed through an image of an isolated man trapped within a glass bottle. The bottle sits in the foreground of the image; the background and surroundings are one of dystopian streets filled with groups of people laughing and talking to each other -- these people are wearing brightly coloured clothes amidst the dystopian streets
Great depth of field.
Prompt: half-man, half-biscuit.declines to show the scene, but people still come knocking, asking what they mean. I'm sure I tried to let them know, that they only search in vain, but somehow they don't believe me, and ask me if I'm sane. RHADS, Salvador Dali, Cubism, Charles Rennie Macintosh. Great depth of field. Existentialism and cloud formation isolation
Prompt: half-man, half-biscuit.declines to show the scene, but people still come knocking, asking what they mean. I'm sure I tried to let them know, that they only search in vain, but somehow they don't believe me, and ask me if I'm sane. RHADS, Salvador Dali, Cubism, Charles Rennie Macintosh. Great depth of field. Existentialism and cloud formation isolation
Prompt: Tears dripping out of the clockface of a grandfather clock which forms a massive but faint backdrop to the image. A clown's sad face appears on the clock dial as if trapeed inside the clock. Add colour to the clown's face
Prompt: Tears dripping out of the clockface of a grandfather clock which forms a massive but faint backdrop to the image. A clown's sad face appears on the clock dial as if trapeed inside the clock. Add colour to the clown's 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.