Prompt: I remember a wonderful moment:
You appeared before me
Like a fleeting vision
Like a genius of pure beauty.
In the languor of hopeless sadness,
In the anxieties of noisy bustle,
A gentle voice sounded to me for a long time
And dreamed of cute features.
Years passed. Storms gust rebellious
Scattered old dreams
And I forgot your gentle voice
Your heavenly features.
In the wilderness, in the darkness of confinement
My days passed quietly
Without a god, without inspiration,
No tears, no life, no love.
Prompt: when the sun completely sets below the horizon and only the moon and stars illuminate the earth, the gnomes hang small lanterns on the branches of trees, which illuminate everything around with their magical light. Having drunk their tea and talked enough, they all go about their business, some of them will take the night shift to keep order in the forest, while others will go to sleep in their small beds. They, of course, will have dreams as sweet as raspberry jam.
Prompt: In addition to good trees, small gnomes live in this forest. They build their homes in large stumps, or in caves under forest waterfalls. These gnomes are hard workers. Day and night they keep order in the forest, clear overgrown paths, heal injured birds and animals, bandage tree branches broken by the wind, and do many, many good deeds. And the gnomes are very fond of gathering in the evening in a large clearing and drinking tea with raspberry jam, which the Bear treats them to.
Prompt: blonde with long hair fluttering in the wind, easily associated with a field on which wheat is earing, model appearance, chocolate tan, gait from the hip, dressed with a needle,
Prompt: “In one terrible day, all your military strength was swallowed up by the cracked earth; likewise, Atlantis disappeared, plunging into the abyss ”- perhaps the most powerful lines in the treatise of the ancient Greek philosopher Plato about the earth forever lost by mankind. Of course, its existence was never proven, and the island itself forever remained just a legend. Therefore, after the story of I.A. Bunin “The Gentleman from San Francisco” you ask yourself: why did the author name one of the key images of the whole story after such a terrible myth? Where is this multi-tiered ship-island sailing and will it repeat the fate of its prototype?
Prompt: a girl with blue-green eyes, long chestnut curls slightly fluttering from the wind, a regal posture, a happy smile wandered on her lips, the skirt of a white sarafan rose fervently, apparently by a gust of wind, and exposed slender tanned legs.
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.
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