Prompt: I went through the heat of the fire
The earth burned after me,
The winds sang hymns of blood
I was crucified among the crowd,
Thrown into the bosom of the void
Cursed was the gods of the night
I rejected light and darkness
I only serve the fire now,
No bliss and no pain
Among the worlds my house stands,
In it, the hearth is always burning,
Beckons many against their will
The flame plays, the light pours,
The past is melting, but there is no hope!
The flame plays, but there is no hope!
The horn is hot, the fire of dashing hearts hums in the furnace,
You are nobody, here I am the crown of everything!
You will pass through the smoke and yourself, entering the fire, you will understand
What is light and darkness!
I am the master of all ways
Between day and darkness of night
Procurator of the Pantheon
At night you come to me
One big path
What's under the sky
You must go through the fire
Either perish or reappear
Reborn at the source
I am the master of all ways
Soul blacksmith and hypocrite,
Brother of fire and thunder!
Prompt: edge
High fences and filing cabinets
artificial paradise
Where it's easy to forget that you're human
Where the voice of birds
Screaming, choking on fire, forests
Page breaks
People whose addresses are lost
In leafy yards
In the reflections of tired eyes
You will recognize us from a hundred
Prompt: edge
High fences and filing cabinets
artificial paradise
Where it's easy to forget that you're human
Where the voice of birds
Screaming, choking on fire, forests
Page breaks
People whose addresses are lost
In leafy yards
In the reflections of tired eyes
You will recognize us from a hundred
Prompt: Having accepted the burden of loneliness, it disappeared in the night.
And taking her guitar in her hands, she played something.
I dreamed of giving concerts, but everything is not easy,
And she wrote songs near the churchyard.
Applause does not sound in the darkness and the gloomy spectator froze without moving,
Who comes to her concerts? She finds a connection with the dead hall.
The old club lived out its days in a dark valley...
In it, the walls of the grave protected the peace, and now:
More and more often the wind brings sounds from the ruins,
In them is the voice of boundless, universal torment.
Prompt: I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze …
artificial paradise
Prompt: white and black and ocher landscape. beautiful, temple, minarets, fantasy, distortion, ethereal, high resolution, acrylic art, intricately detailed, Jacek Yerka, Peter Grik, Hundertwasser
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.