Prompt: From his own head he gave birth to owl-eyed Athena,
The awesome, battle-rousing, army-leading, untiring
Lady, whose pleasure is fighting and the metallic din of war.
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: Rd falleth asleep, but I am awake, and there is the goddess Hast at the gate of heaven by night. Obstacles have been set before me, but I have gathered together what he hath emitted. I am in my city. Nut-urt, I have entered into thee and I have counted my harvest
Prompt: "Homage to thee, bull of Amentet, the god Thoth, the
"king of eternity, is with me . I am the great god near the divine
"boat, I have fought for thee .
Prompt: Golden was the first race of articulate folk
Created by the immortals who live on Olympos.
They actually lived when Cronos was king of the sky,
And they lived like gods, not a care in their hearts
Prompt: There is a bronze wall beaten round it, and Night
In a triple row flows round its neck, while above it grow
The roots of earth and the unharvested sea.
There the Titans are concealed in the misty gloom
By the will of Zeus who gathers the clouds,
In a moldering place, the vast earth’s limits.
There is no way out for them. Poseidon set doors
Of bronze in a wall that surrounds it
Prompt: Full-body picture. Voluptuous 40ish lady. Messy long dark hair. Green eyes. Knitted corset. Silk stockings. Silk gloves. Lying on a sofa. Aristocratic salon. Mischievous smile. Paintings on the wall.
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: 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: Buxom voluptuous woman. Short dark hair. Dark complexion. Tight soft red mohair sweater. Short black skirt. Black lace stockings. Luxurious salon. Surreal, dreamy landscape outside the window.
Prompt: Ye would not believe how charmingly they sat there, when, they did not dance, profound, but without thoughts, like little secrets, like beribboned riddles, like dessert-nuts Many-hued and foreign, forsooth! but without clouds: riddles which can be guessed: to please such maidens I then composed an after-dinner psalm.
Prompt: A ((young woman with (long messy dark hair) wearing (short knit top and striped thigh-high socks)) kissing a (young woman with (short-cropped red hair) wearing (short knit top) and (checkered thig-high socks)) in a (kingsize bed)
Prompt: She's but the sign and semblance of her honour.
Behold how like a maid she blushes here!
O, what authority and show of truth
Can cunning sin cover itself withal!
Comes not that blood as modest evidence
To witness simple virtue? Would you not swear,
All you that see her, that she were a maid,
By these exterior shows? But she is none:
She knows the heat of a luxurious bed;
Her blush is guiltiness, not modesty.
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: 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: A (30 yo brown-eyed freckled girl wearing her red hair in twin buns) wearing (tight colorful knit clothes and rainbow-coloured thigh-high socks) smoking a cigarette in an empty bathtub
Prompt: it was like a great shadow, in the middle of which was a dark form, of man-shape maybe, yet greater; and a power and terror seemed to be in it and to go before it.
It came to the edge of the fire and the light faded as if a cloud had bent over it. Then with a rush it leaped across the fissure. The flames roared up to greet it, and wreathed about it; and a black smoke swirled in the air. Its streaming mane kindled, and blazed behind it. In its right hand was a blade like a stabbing tongue of fire; in its left it held a whip of many thongs.
Prompt: Tezcatlipoca often wears a headdress of feathers, flowers, and/or flint knives. His head could be additionally ornamented with the symbol for smoke. Heron feathers or balls of eagle down, like that from which Huitzilopochtli was born, often adorned his head, clothing, and shield. He variably wore earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and other jewelry, all rendered in precious materials like gold and jade. A motif of skulls and crossbones is recorded appearing in some pictures
Prompt: Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
Meet a vast unwelcome, know
Nothing but a sunless glare.
Newly stumbling to and fro
All they find, outside the fold,
Is a wretched width of cold.
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.
