Prompt: In the cradle of endless night, Where darkness suffocates the light, A soul wanders, lost, bereft, deep in the pits of despair, where hope has left. Tears of tar in depths of sorrow, Only promising of a dull tomorrow, Only echoes in the void so sick, Where nightmares crawl and never sleep. Ghastly moans from lips unseen, Mourn the life that might have been, Chains of regret, heavy, cold, Bind the heart that now grows old. In this abyss where silence screams, Drowned are wishes, shattered dreams, Beneath the weight of crushing gloom, A garden where only deaths abloom. Each breath a battle, each step a war, In the heart of darkness, forevermore, This is the realm where despair is king, And each lost soul its offering.
Prompt: In the cradle of endless night,
Where darkness suffocates the light,
A soul wanders, lost, bereft, deep
in the pits of despair, where hope has left.
Tears of tar in depths of sorrow,
Only promising of a dull tomorrow,
Only echoes in the void so sick,
Where nightmares crawl and never sleep.
Ghastly moans from lips unseen,
Mourn the life that might have been,
Chains of regret, heavy, cold,
Bind the heart that now grows old.
In this abyss where silence screams,
Drowned are wishes, shattered dreams,
Beneath the weight of crushing gloom,
A garden where only deaths abloom.
Each breath a battle, each step a war,
In the heart of darkness, forevermore,
This is the realm where despair is king,
And each lost soul its offering.
Prompt: Beneath the veil of starless lights,
In the womb of the weeping earth,
Lies the realm of forgotten dreams,
Curses converge with psychedelic mirth.
A land where violent screams echo,
Through the boughs of twisted trees,
Roots entangled in the bones of beasts,
Yelling descent into the relentless breeze.
The sky bleeds in hues of despair,
Darkness swallows each shred of light,
Hopelessness dances in the despairing air,
Crafting nightmares that haunt the night.
Eyes that gaze from the void unseen,
With whispers of madness profound,
Where the lost hopes of yesteryears,
Lie buried in the unhallowed ground.
A place where joy is but a myth,
And sorrow flows like a river wide,
Each tear tells a tale of woe,
In the depths where all dreams have died.
Prompt: Beneath the veil of starless lights,
In the womb of the weeping earth,
Lies the realm of forgotten dreams,
Curses converge with psychedelic mirth.
A land where violent screams echo,
Through the boughs of twisted trees,
Roots entangled in the bones of beasts,
Yell descent into the relentless breeze.
The sky bleeds in hues of despair,
Darkness swallows each shred of light,
Hopelessness dances in the despairing air,
Crafting nightmares that haunt the night.
Eyes that gaze from the void unseen,
With whispers of madness so profound,
Where the lost hopes of yesteryears,
Lie buried in the unhallowed ground.
A place where joy is but a myth,
And sorrow flows like a river wide,
Each tear tells a tale of woe,
In the depths where all dreams have died.
Prompt: Beneath the veil of starless nights,
In the womb of the weeping earth,
Lies the realm of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows converge in cursed mirth.
A land where violent screams echo,
Through the boughs of twisted trees,
Roots entangled in the bones of time,
Whisper secrets with the chilling breeze.
The sky bleeds in hues of despair,
Darkness swallows each shred of light,
Phantoms dance in the despairing air,
Crafting nightmares that haunt the night.
Eyes that gaze from the void unseen,
With whispers of madness so profound,
Where the lost hopes of yesteryears,
Lie buried in the unhallowed ground.
A place where joy is but a myth,
And sorrow flows like a river wide,
Each tear tells a tale of woe,
In the depths where all dreams have died.
Prompt: Beneath the veil of starless nights,
In the womb of the weeping earth,
Lies the realm of forgotten dreams,
Where shadows converge in cursed mirth.
A land where silent screams echo,
Through the halls of twisted trees,
Roots entangled in the bones of time,
Whisper secrets with the chilling breeze.
The sky bleeds in hues of despair,
Darkness swallows each shred of light,
Phantoms dance in the despairing air,
Crafting nightmares that haunt the night.
Eyes that gaze from the void unseen,
With whispers of madness so profound,
Where the lost hopes of yesteryears,
Lie buried in the unhallowed ground.
A place where joy is but a myth,
And sorrow flows like a river wide,
Each tear tells a tale of woe,
In the depths where all dreams have died.
Prompt: In the suffocating dark, where sorrows seep,
Lurks a dirge that does not let the wounded sleep.
Underneath the moon's accusing, pallid glare,
Voices moan a chorus of unending despair.
Eyes that weep but never close in rest,
Stare out into blackness, eternally oppressed.
Grief hangs heavy like chains of lead,
Wrapping the soul in shrouds of dread.
Each heartbeat a throb of relentless pain,
A constant reminder of dreams slain.
Screams echo in the hollow night,
A symphony of horror, of blight.
Fear grips with icy, merciless hands,
As time slips through like vanishing sands.
The air, a thick fog of desolation,
Breathes life into every aborted aspiration.
Tears, bitter, flow in ceaseless streams,
Carrying the debris of shattered dreams.
In the depths of despair, where all fears meet,
Hope dies quietly, in defeat.
This is the valley where joy is foreign,
Where light fades and shadows embolden.
Hear the wails of those who’ve lost their way,
Bound to night, barred from day.
So mourn, for the world cares not for your tears,
In the relentless march of the unfeeling years.
Cry, till you can cry no more,
In this land bereft of lore.
Prompt: In the bleak hollows where shadows breed,
Lies a wretched dirge for the hearts that bleed.
Twisted roots grope the earth so cold,
Cradling the lost souls that stories never told.
Whispers crawl from the gaping maw,
Of yawning graves unbound by law.
The moon hangs heavy, a specter pale,
A witness to the mournful, ghastly tale.
Night's cold fingers, like death's own touch,
Clasp the grieving hearts that bear too much.
Echoes of the damned swirl in the mist,
In a dance of despair too cruel to resist.
Eerie silence, broken by a cry,
The wail of the forsaken, who beg to die.
Their lament is a chilling, relentless sound,
A haunting requiem from the burial ground.
The air, thick with the stench of woe,
Carries the curse of lives laid low.
Restless spirits wander, lost and forlorn,
In eternal twilight, they mourn the morn.
Here, in the heart of darkness deep,
The angels of sorrow silently weep.
The world, uncaring, turns its gaze,
Leaving shadows to embrace the end of days.
Prompt: In the quiet shadows, where whispers dwell,
Lies a tale of sorrow too heavy to tell.
Mourning sighs through the willow’s embrace,
As tears carve rivers down the mourner’s face.
The stars peer down with a somber glow,
Lighting the paths where the lost ones go.
Each step a memory, each breath a sigh,
Under the vast, indifferent sky.
Silent and steady, the night wind weaves
Through the somber rustle of autumn leaves.
Time, relentless, in its silent tread,
Marks the hours among the honored dead.
In the heart of night, where shadows play,
The echoes of what was slip away.
Yet, love endures beyond the grave,
A beacon strong, a whisper to the brave.
Rest, weary soul, where no shadows creep,
In the earth’s soft arms, find peace in sleep.
While above, the world in silence lies,
And mourns your passing with tearful eyes.
Prompt: Create an intense, nightmarish portrait embodying the theme, 'that wasn’t a microdose’ and ‘bad trip.' The image should feature a melting face with surreal quality, heavily influenced by psychedelic art. Incorporate distorted features, exaggerated swirls, stark color contrasts, and a touch of optical illusion to evoke a sense of unease and chaos. A strong sense of unease. The background should enhance the nightmare feel with abstract, chaotic patterns that suggest a disturbing, otherworldly presence. Very disturbing. Utterly indulgent release of terror deeply inundated with druggie influences and psychedelia.
Prompt: Create an intense, nightmarish portrait embodying the theme, 'that wasn’t a microdose’ and ‘bad trip.' The image should feature a melting face with surreal quality, heavily influenced by psychedelic art. Incorporate distorted features, exaggerated swirls, stark color contrasts, and a touch of optical illusion to evoke a sense of unease and chaos. A strong sense of unease. The background should enhance the nightmare feel with abstract, chaotic patterns that suggest a disturbing, otherworldly presence. Very disturbing. Utterly indulgent release of terror deeply inundated with druggie influences and psychedelia.
Prompt: Create an intense, nightmarish portrait embodying the theme, 'that wasn’t a microdose.' The image should feature a melting face with surreal quality, heavily influenced by psychedelic art. Incorporate distorted features, exaggerated swirls, stark color contrasts, and a touch of optical illusion to evoke a sense of unease and chaos. A strong sense of unease. The background should enhance the nightmare feel with abstract, chaotic patterns that suggest a disturbing, otherworldly presence. Very disturbing. Utterly indulgent release of terror deeply inundated with druggie influences and psychedelia.
Prompt: Create an intense, nightmarish portrait embodying the theme, 'that wasn’t a microdose.' The image should feature a demonic face with surreal quality, heavily influenced by psychedelic art. Incorporate distorted features, exaggerated swirls, stark color contrasts, and a touch of optical illusion to evoke a sense of unease and chaos. The background should enhance the nightmare feel with abstract, chaotic patterns that suggest a disturbing, otherworldly presence. Utterly indulgent release of terror deeply inundated with druggie influences and psychedelia.
Prompt: Create an intense, nightmarish portrait embodying the theme 'picodose.' The image should feature a human face with a dark, surreal quality, heavily influenced by psychedelic art. Incorporate distorted features, exaggerated swirls, stark color contrasts, and a touch of optical illusion to evoke a sense of unease and chaos. The background should enhance the nightmare feel with abstract, chaotic patterns that suggest a disturbing, otherworldly presence.
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.