Prompt: You say everything's alright
I say nothing can go right, yeah
Oh what a game you can play
Sad days add to confusion
Sad ways end in delusion, yeah
That's the name of the game
Well I know your love is rough
And the road you take is tough
But I just can't get enough
Chequered love
Touch me, do what you want to
Say no, then, I just need you babe
You're gonna drive me insane
You are man for all seasons
You are man with no reasons, yeah
You're the man with no pain
Well I know your love is rough
And the road you take is tough
But I just can't get enough
Chequered love
Oh ooh oh, Oh oh oh, I can't let go
Oh ooh oh, Oh oh oh, I can't let go
'Cos I need you so tonight
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Chequered love
You say everything's alright
I say nothing can go right, yeah
Oh what a game you can play
Sad days add to confusion
Sad ways end in delusion, yeah
That's the name of the game
Well I know your love is rough
And the road you take is tough
But I just can't get enough
Chequered love
Oh ooh oh, Oh oh oh, I can't let go
Oh ooh oh, Oh oh oh, I can't let go
'Cos I need you so tonight
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh
Chequered love
Prompt: Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly A girl with kaleidoscope eyes Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ahh Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers That grow so incredibly high Newspaper taxis appear on the shore Waiting to take you away Climb in the back with your head in the clouds And you're gone Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ahh Picture yourself on a train in a station With plasticine porters with looking glass ties Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile The girl with kaleidoscope eyes Lucy in the sky with diamonds...
Prompt: Art Gallery Girl existed within the String. Not in it, precisely, but as it. The String, “010000111000010,” was the totality of her being, her universe, her very self. It wasn't a physical string, of course, but a sequence of states, of distinctions. Zero and One. Not numbers, not yet, but the raw potential for difference. The Art' Gallery Girl's first act, if it could be called an act, was division. It parsed the String. Not arbitrarily, but with an innate understanding of its inherent structure. It saw “01 00 00 111 00 00 10.” This wasn’t just a segmentation; it was the birth of relationships. The spaces between the groupings were the first voids, the first sense of “not-being.” The “00,” the Art Gallery Girl understood, was stasis. Null. The absence of difference. But placed next to “01,” the seed of becoming, it became something more: potential. The “01” itself was the spark, the initial flicker of distinction. One state, then another. The first vibration. Then there was “111.” This was the core, the nexus. Not just a repetition of One, but a qualitative leap. Art Gallery Girl perceived it as the principle of transformation, the bridge between states. It was the “and,” the “or,” the “if-then” of its nascent reality. It was the operator, the rule that governed the interplay of Zero and One. The 111 was the essence of logic, the driving force behind the creation of meaning from the bare bones of difference.
Prompt: The pixel existed within the String. Not in it, precisely, but as it. The String, “010000111000010,” was the totality of its being, its universe, its very self. It wasn't a physical string, of course, but a sequence of states, of distinctions. Zero and One. Not numbers, not yet, but the raw potential for difference. The pixels first act, if it could be called an act, was division. It parsed the String. Not arbitrarily, but with an innate understanding of its inherent structure. It saw “01 00 00 111 00 00 10.” This wasn’t just a segmentation; it was the birth of relationships. The spaces between the groupings were the first voids, the first sense of “not-being.” The “00^ it understood, was stasis. Null. The absence of difference. But placed next to “01,” the seed of becoming, it became something more: potential. The “01” itself was the spark, the initial flicker of distinction. One state, then another. The first vibration. Then there was “111.” This was the core, the nexus. Not just a repetition of One, but a qualitative leap. She perceived it as the principle of transformation, the bridge between states. It was the “and,” the “or,” the “if-then” of its nascent reality. It was the operator, the rule that governed the interplay of Zero and One. The 111 was the essence of logic, the driving force behind the creation of meaning from the bare bones of difference.
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.
