Prompt: A women with braided brown hair. Her skin is a soft tan, brown color. She has soft, doe brown eyes. She has a peaceful expression on her face. She is holding soft pink peonies.
Prompt: I don't really give a damn about the way you touch me when we're alone. You can hold my hand if no one's home. Do you like it when I'm away? If I went and hurt my body, baby would you love me the same? I can feel all my bones coming back and I'm craving motion. Mama never really learns how to live by herself. It's a curse and it's growing. You're a pond and I'm an ocean all my emotions feel like explosions when you are around and I've found a way to kill the sounds.
Prompt: Guess there is something, and there is nothing, there is nothing in between. And in my eyes, there is a tiny dancer watching over me, he's singing "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a boy". He's singing, "She's a, she's a lady, and I am just a line without a hook"
Prompt: A women with braided brown hair. Her skin is a soft tan, brown color. She has soft, doe brown eyes. She has a peaceful expression on her face. She is holding soft pink peonies. There are peonies around her as well.
Prompt: A woman falling under the water in a colorful soft pastel rainbow dress. She has long chestnut colored hair and soft eyes that have a look of fear in them. Her mouth is open and air bubbles are coming out of it. She is very scared
Prompt: I'm going back to 505. If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive. In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side with your hands between your thighs. Stop and wait a sec, when you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect? I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked. Not shy of a spark. The knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark. Frightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the bark. The middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start. I'm going back to 505. If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive. In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side with your hands between your thighs. But I crumble completely when you cry. It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye. I'm always just about to go and spoil the surprise. Take my hands off of your eyes too soon. I'm going back to 505. If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive. In my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your side with your hands between your thighs and a smile
Prompt: Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? Are you satisfied with an easy ride? Once you cross that line will you be satisfied?
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.