Prompt: As I lifted the pink larva up to my face, I felt its warmth and softness on my fingers. I examined it closely, peering at the tiny hairs that looked like threads. As I brought the larva closer to my face, I smelled the scent of fresh fruit. Then I noticed small dots on the larva that were invisible from afar. When I put the larva in my mouth, I tasted its sweetness with a slight tang. It was an amazing flavor.
This image portrays a couple in a state of ecstasy
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Prompt: This image portrays a couple in a state of ecstasy from intense and passionate closeness. Their bodies are intertwined, expressing their desire for unity and exquisite pleasure. Their eyes shine with emotions, and their hands embrace and touch each other with an irresistible craving. Every touch, every breath, every kiss is saturated with unique eroticism and tenderness. This painting is memorable for its strong emotional charge and expressive imagery.
Prompt: They're all so different, but I find you equally interesting. She chirps in the night, easygoing, and heals all my psychological traumas.
I lost my mind with those who shattered my feelings. Now everything melts in my hands, breasts and innocent, warm and unspoiled hearts, and I try so hard to tear out of my chest and give a drop of love to the one who could become the mother of my children. And forgive me, ladies, each of you is an icona-pop, you've all taken up residence in my soul, but only a few have made it to my top.
You can get offended and hate me as much as you want, but it's the fault of the wine. And the nights will become sexual, and I'll get high with you on grass in Lviv, in the night, sex, and elsewhere.
Prompt: They're all so different, but I find you equally interesting. She chirps in the night, easygoing, and heals all my psychological traumas.
I lost my mind with those who shattered my feelings. Now everything melts in my hands, breasts and innocent, warm and unspoiled hearts, and I try so hard to tear out of my chest and give a drop of love to the one who could become the mother of my children. And forgive me, ladies, each of you is an icona-pop, you've all taken up residence in my soul, but only a few have made it to my top.
You can get offended and hate me as much as you want, but it's the fault of the wine. And the nights will become sexual, and I'll get high with you on grass in Lviv, in the night, sex, and elsewhere.
Prompt: The thing is, I am mute.
As the announcer on the "Deaf" Radio Burned-sang, faded and fell silent _My series of small, internal, elemental misfortunes came to an end.
Now I can't say something
That will touch the soul
As if the process was killed by the cold
The sparkle in the eyes-
It won't be there anymore
Even if I drink a ton and smoke all the press."
Prompt: I'll do my best to translate this poem, but please note that some of the content is explicit and not appropriate for all audiences:
Naked thoughts and we are barefoot
A long-standing wound is growing inside us
It grew in my pants too
When your underwear looked me in the eye on the floor
I was itching below the belly
I poured sauce on you that night
I was hungry, so I licked it up
At that moment, I was going crazy
Saliva is sticking erotically to your lips
Now I'll do everything I know
What I've accumulated with age
I'll fix your hands, press our bodies against the wall, and let the neighbors hear the sounds
Screams, creaks, moans, damn it
This is us
My words are simple when I want you so badly, I want you everywhere, on the table
That's my morality
And this is my anxiety
My soul wants love
My imagination is moist
Prompt: Flying like a little bird against a strong wind, trembling and falling every time, hoping someone noticed. Standing up, finding strength, because I've charted my own course.
From the north to the south, with and against the wind, from the earth to the sky.
Simply, without aim or purpose, riding the stream of wind - this is the only dream.
Flying like a little bird against a strong wind, trembling and falling every time, hoping someone noticed.
Standing up, finding strength, because I've charted my own course.
Where to, I ask not boldly, what I believe in so strongly,
what I love so much, where I am pulled so strongly.
Where I am fighting against the winds without a map.
And every time I am afraid of falling under someone's feet. That's why my whole aim will be to drop a pile of shit on someone's head.
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.
