Prompt: The road is narrow for others to visit, the edge of the steppe passes, and the step sinks deeply.
Few wander along the straight road, through the ridges when the whole earth is in bloom.
In front of you you you will find your way, and in your head you will walk it.
To choose no way to get it given is.
Look along the road, look beside you, even if you wish you might not change the direction of it.
You will encounter many people on the road, but in the direction of the same everything finally wanders.
An old man may meet him and remember his child, but for a moment only he will go to youth.
Days pass by and wither the flower red.
As you go, look at the flower, perhaps the last.
One may walk the way, and struggle when the step sinks deeply.
One may walk the way, and struggle when the step sinks deeply.
The road straight some wander, at the end of the roads somewhere they already reach each other.
Prompt: Moss-covered spruce tree stump, large tangled roots, hidden troll boy's nest, intricate wooden door, glowing mushrooms, scattered pine cones, tiny troll-sized belongings, soft moss carpet, shafts of sunlight filtering through leaves, mysterious atmosphere, earthy tones, fantasy illustration, detailed textures, magical ambiance, by Brian Froud and Alan Lee, ArtStation.
Prompt: Like a sad wolf child
I would go barefoot
Again in the golden lands of my childhood
Thoughts with fresh openness
The winds of the summer would ring like an organ
Would carry far great sorrows
Tears off dryness at last
When you look at the world
Through the eyes of an angel
So you can see its beauty
As innocent as the gaze is
Can see the sun when it rains... (x2)
Under a cloudless blue sky
To pass while I could still
Birds of my childhood singing
It would comfort me then
The winds of the summer would ring like an organ
Prompt: Janne is an autistic singer who can sing amazingly difficult songs in front of a large audience, especially considering that he is also slightly mentally disabled. But when singing, some people think he doesn't pay enough attention to the audience and it's almost as if they don't exist. However, she herself says that she is fully aware of the presence of the audience and performs for them, but that when she performs, you have to look somewhere other than the audience, because otherwise she will lose her concentration and stay and watch the audience, see who is there, how they are dressed and what might be going on there. Are some people talking to each other and maybe someone looking bored, etc. He must fix his gaze on one point somewhere other than the audience in order to be able to concentrate on the song, its lyrics and the performance of the song. Otherwise, he will not be able to concentrate and empathize fully. Something that he must when performing
Prompt: In Kaarle Karhu's book, the autistic bear Kaarle and his brother Vilkas Viljami have adventures. Kaarle and Viljami both have their own challenges, but fortunately there is also a mother bear, whose advice in difficult situations is unparalleled. Kaarle and Viljam's activities will undoubtedly resonate with everyone who has ever dealt with a child on the neuro spectrum, and the book will most likely bring about completely new insights - both for children and adults.
Salla Hewitt has created a wonderful collection of stories that provides information for children with the neuro spectrum themselves as well as their siblings and other children - and adults. This book is suitable for reading at home, early childhood education, school and rehabilitation. With Kaarle and Viljam's stories, a whole new opportunity opens up for the child to deal with his own special features and turn challenges into positive ones.
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.