Prompt: Like a warrior, you are a brave, young man from a living legend. As for the hundredth time again in the war, white falls on the snow...
Come back alive to your mother and your faithful friend...
Prompt: Litta breathes the wormwood wind,
He cooks sweet cider in cauldrons...
cedars sang to me today
The Song of the White Walkers
The night is near, the night is coming soon
The clouds will freeze into the sky
The girl Lizka is waiting for Jon Snow,
But the road is far away...
Litta weaves herbs into braids,
The ferns in the thicket are tearing...
In the silence of the dawn, the dews whisper to me
About the Others that are behind the Wall
The night is near, the night is coming soon,
The clouds will freeze into the sky
The girl Lizka is waiting for Jon Snow,
But the road is far away...
The Magus Litta laughs like an owl,
Calamus of the swamp burns in the fire
She will drive away the King of the Night
So the Month told me...
The night is near, the night is coming soon,
The clouds will freeze into the sky
The Lizka girl will wait for Snow!
He will come to her from afar...
Prompt: I dream of the sea...masts...sails
And you are on the deck of a pirate schooner :)
In hope, your gaze caresses the heavens,
And the heart is waiting for the message of Fortune ...
Casually dressed in a light charm,
Putting on a drunken love impermanence
A sophisticated soul trembles -
You go boarding with hooliganism
I dream of piastres...The drunken parrot,
For rum, your secrets are blabbed
My captain, solve Morgan,
There is an image in it that has taken away peace forever
Probably, you and I are of different blood...
the moon is like Paracelsus in the night
Sadness-tear the string and do not regret it,
And let the memory of the past not yearn ...
With the dawn the ghostly fog will melt,
The outline of the ship will disappear
Leave your words...They're a dope
But you've made me restless again..
Prompt: The talisman of the proud Aryans* shines with the golden-eyed Moon,
The antiquity of the times is falling like gems under your feet
And the caravan of my dreams wanders along the sands alone
All trying to preserve the forgotten secret of the tribes...
The time of the three transitions curled up like a snake loop
Can someone overcome the dunes of quicksand?
The skies rustle through the centuries with silver brocade,
Revealing for a moment the majestic faces of the Gods...
Memory will quietly hide in the white palace from Khamsin**,
Under the guttural singing, the frost will fall to the ground...
That's where I remember the magical flight of the Simurg bird***
And why does the caravan of my dreams keep wandering and wandering...
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.
