Prompt: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yet I still see her, she is scarred & under a layer of blood, sweat & tears, but she radiates an indescribable beauty that brings me to my knees in anguish, She is made of hyper detailed & varied textures, visible sounds, bits of memories like dust particles in sunlight, visible for micro seconds, I want to collect them to make a cohesive form or scene or message, but they can’t be captured, not one, they float by in cosmic unison & disappear unaware of my presence, she is porcelain & rusted metal, peeling paint, smooth copper, the sound of a mountain creek, the dynamism of water in motion, like silk moire with sublime designs & iridescent reflections, shapeshifters that slip through my fingers if I dare grasp. she is fall colors, indigo blue, & leaves imprinted with intricate veins, tiny masterpieces I never noticed, all part of a greater masterpiece that is now embers of a once blazing fire with flames that danced, charred edges are reminders of stories - not read, told, finished, or written, she is white beach sand, sand spurs, dandelions, driftwood, cracked leather of a well-ridden saddle, laughter, singing, wailing, a visibly retreating echo fading so all that’s left is the reverberation of my voice, I hush my breathing, hoping to hear something not emanating from me, but the silence has a palpability of the loneliest dimension & I realize I have nothing left to say,
Prompt: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yet I still see her, she is scarred & under a layer of blood, sweat & tears, but she radiates an indescribable beauty that brings me to my knees in anguish, She is made of hyper detailed & varied textures, visible sounds, bits of memories like dust particles in sunlight, visible for micro seconds, I want to collect them to make a cohesive form or scene or message, but they can’t be captured, not one, they float by in cosmic unison & disappear unaware of my presence, she is porcelain & rusted metal, peeling paint, smooth copper, the sound of a mountain creek, the dynamism of water in motion, like silk moire with sublime designs & iridescent reflections, shapeshifters that slip through my fingers if I dare grasp. she is fall colors, indigo blue, & leaves imprinted with intricate veins, tiny masterpieces I never noticed, all part of a greater masterpiece that is now embers of a once blazing fire with flames that danced, charred edges are reminders of stories - not read, told, finished, or written, she is white beach sand, sand spurs, dandelions, driftwood, cracked leather of a well-ridden saddle, laughter, singing, wailing, a visibly retreating echo fading so all that’s left is the reverberation of my voice, I hush my breathing, hoping to hear something not emanating from me, but the silence has a palpability of the loneliest dimension & I realize I have nothing left to say,
Prompt: On my 28th birthday, I will remember to bring a picnic to a park with my 4-year-old daughter and my six-year-old son . I will spread an old quilt on the grass, and we'll eat our lunch and play. A tall and slender young woman with fair, freckled skin and long, wavy, blond hair. A 20-year-old girl with blond ringlets and dark brown eyes. She is wearing pink overalls.the all look happy
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.
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