Prompt: Hush—What appeal
From inexorable Fate?
The gods can feel
Nor Love nor hate.
They strike blindly for our evil and as blindly for our good—
Caring not if Honour follow on the sword blow or our blood.
Prompt: Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Prompt: Then another horse went forth. It was bright red, and its rider was granted permission to take away peace from the earth and to make men slay one another. And he was given a great sword.
Prompt: A (strong-bodied 25 years woman) with (heavy bosoms and long messy dark hair) wearing (thin cut-out mohair sweater and striped thigh-high socks) laughing delightfully while (sitting on a back of a sofa)
Prompt: 20 yo girl. Short hair. Dark eyes. Defiant look. Soft beanie with cat ears. Shiny nose ring. Tattooed. Camouflage tank top. Cargo shorts. Striped thigh-high socks. Dirty alley. Puddles of rain. Walls full of graffitis.
Prompt: Cute petite young woma riding an enormous muscular black bull. Long hair braided in pigtails. Tight sweater revealing her belly. Beautiful green field and blue sky. Snowy mountains in the background.
Prompt: Karóval jöttél, nem virággal,
feleseltél a másvilággal,
aranyat igértél nagy zsákkal
anyádnak és most itt csücsülsz,
mint fák tövén a bolondgomba
(igy van rád, akinek van, gondja),
be vagy zárva a Hét Toronyba
és már sohasem menekülsz.
Prompt: Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles, grumbling
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer.
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and stipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles.
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't!
Prompt: A (22yo full-shaped smiling girl) with (large dark eyes full mouth twin buns with loose strands and a tiny nose-piercing) wearing (loose soft black mohair sweater short skirt and striped thigh-high socks) sitting in a (leather-clad armchair) in a (beautiful antique library) with an old codex
Prompt: A (gorgeous, freckled blond girl) with (shiny blue eyes), wearing a (loose-knit blue angora sweater) sitting in a (deck chair) with a (cup of coffee), daydreaming
Prompt: O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear—
Beauty too rich for use, for Earth too dear.
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows
As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand
And, touching hers, make blessèd my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight,
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
Prompt: A (larbe-bosomed girl) with (messy black hair) wearing a (soft loose-knit sweater) and (black-white striped pantyhose) sitting on a (kitchen table) laughing delightedly
Prompt: Full-bodied image of a (very cute young woman with tattoed face) wearing a (thin fuzzy little hat) a (tight turtleneck sweater) a (short checkered skirt) and (thigh-high socks) sitting in a swing smilying mischievously
Prompt: A (curvy busty italian lady) with (lots of messy black hair) wearing a (buttoned-down white blouse) and (white stockings) eating pasta in front of the tv
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.
