Prompt: it will be dark soon. only the cries of seagulls,
lights in the port, a fire on the shore .
I'm waiting for dawn, but how they meet him -
long forgotten and can't remember.
night fell. and the sounds became brighter
sea waves and cod from the fire,
from heaven to me - in outstretched hands
a star lay down, a friend until the morning .
the light of her will warm my palms,
no desires, otherwise I would have guessed .
the dawn rose, and I put out the fire
the fire that warms you at night.
Prompt: Discard the worn price tags, even if they were written with my soul and time, I tear them off with blood, then I easily overestimate tomorrow there will be other values I am growing or maybe falling there is love not stained with jealousy will it be a reward for me, the sunset before eternity will be valuable, but there were so many of them why didn't I appreciate them so similar maybe I didn't know the transience of life I would like to overestimate everything, but for a long time my sun has been at the zenith and so few sips to the bottom that everyone is priceless for me.
Prompt: Mass surrealism, architectural novelty, chronophotography of pedestrians through a pedestrian crossing on a city street, in a city of clockmakers, in the style of Tomokazu Matsuyama.
Prompt: music of the evening, sea and strings..
the guitar is not thrown,
put by someone
as to the altar, to the altar of the Seven Moons.
The first will be - the hope of a meeting,
Note-Moon. You are alone for now.
just like me. between us - the sea.
evening falls.
dawn burns out.
second note - to be the movement of the wave,
that will throw us to each other,
And under the light of the Second Moon.
will you lend me your hand
through a sea of worries,
intersections, thresholds, roads.
incredulous, longing for the past.
I will kiss her.
Third string. Third Moon.
Call her with passion
while half-hidden!
The tenderness of the surf, and you are not with me.
the past holds, although it is forgotten.
There will be a fourth, a fifth.
There will be a sixth.
The moons are steps leading to Paradise.
Prompt: Mass surrealism, Double Exposure, Joan of Arc, the glow of the bonfire flames, the choking smoke, the madding crowd, in the style of Alberto Burri, by Hannah Höch, by Max Ernst.
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.
