Prompt: Away to the westward
I'm longing to be
Where the beauties of heaven
Unfold by the sea
Where the sweet purple heather blooms
Fragrant and free
On a hilltop high above
The Dark Island
Prompt: I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Prompt: With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us
A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
A denial, a denial, a denial, a denial
Prompt: In the wildness she created valiant Enkidu,
born of Silence, endowed with strength by Ninurta.
His whole body was shaggy with hair,
he had a full head of hair like a woman,
his locks billowed in profusion like Ashnan.
He knew neither people nor settled living,
but wore a garment like Sumukan."
He ate grasses with the gazelles,
and jostled at the watering hole with the animals;
as with animals, his thirst was slaked with mere water.
Prompt: But you, O Dika, wreathe lovely garlands in your hair,
Weave shoots of dill together, with slender hands,
For the Graces prefer those who are wearing flowers,
And turn away from those who go uncrowned.
Prompt: An (innocent-looking young woman) with (braided red hair and big brown eyes) wearing a (cozy white sweater) drinking from a (giant white mug) in a (cozy kitchen)
Prompt: 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
Prompt: A man from the small Isle of Wight
Once went on a jar eclipse flight.
The weather was bad
Girls were not to be had
And the Moon veered away out of spite.
Prompt: A certain hard-working young hooker
Was such an enchanting good-looker,
There were fights
'mongst the fuzz
Over whose turn it was
To pinch her, and frisk her, and book her.
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: O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
Prompt: There was an old man from the Nile
Whose sexual habits were vile.
Yet whenever he'd score
The women all swore
That he sure made perversion worthwhile.
Prompt: A (70yo granny with gigantic heavy bosoms) with (soft grey hair) wearing (soft pink knit cardigan and black stockings) offering a (mug of hot tea) in her kitchen
Prompt: fuul-body pic a (smiling 20yo girl) wearing (loose soft black sweater and black thigh-hig socks) with (her black hair in twin buns) (lying on her belly) on a (fluffy white carpet) resting her chin in her hands
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: I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
No thing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Prompt: A (cheerful 20yo girl) wearing ((soft mohair hat) (loose cut-out sweater) (checkered thigh-high socks)) sitting on (the wrought-iron railing of a balcony)
Prompt: A (gorgeous 50yo lady) wearing (tight cut-out red dress black stockings and black lace gloves) sits on (the back of a velvet couch) reaching out her hand
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.
