Prompt: A creature made of sunshine, her eyes were like the sky
Rabbit howls like something old as we twitch to her lullaby
The scalpel shines in God's sunshine, streetlights whisper pain
Down here near the poison stream, our God has gone insane
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands into the sun she stares
She feels it die, I heard her cry
She smiles like a child with flowers in her hair
With blood on her hands into the sun she stares
She feels it die, I heard her cry
Like the scream of the butterfly
Sunshine, a house in flames
She likes it where she gets it, but it's never felt the same
Surgery in the house of dissection
When your candle burns out, I will resurrect you
She runs through fields of daisies
Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
Who cares 'cause the air is free
When you get there, will you kiss the dead for me?
There's blood on the moon and the summer is cold
There's love in the room, but baby that's gettin' old
There's blood on my face, sittin' on a dead shore
A highway of emptiness and I'm gettin' bored
There's blood on the moon as we plan our escape
The goddess in bloom, handcuffed and raped
There's blood in the bathtub, baby, murder the king
There's blood on the moon
There's blood on just about everything
Sunshine, a house in flames
She likes it where she gets it, but it's never felt the same
Surgery in the house of dissection
When your candle burns out, I will resurrect you
She runs through fields of daisies
Yeah, it's just a shame that they eat their own babies
Who cares? 'Cause the air is free
When you get there, will you kiss the dead for me?
Something cold is forced inside her
A tear spills down her cheek
Stillborn songs of a dead dreamer
Hymns of the needle freak
With sunlight in her hair, she smiles like she don't care.
Prompt: The tyranny of deterioration
Worries me that it's all just a waste of time
Taking one step forward, two steps back
Still I believe there's a breath through the thorns
And I believe the summer's warm
And I believe that it's ever bright beyond this black
So keep holding on to hope without assurance
Holding on to a memory of light
But will the morning come? For all I know
We'll never see the sun, but together we'll fight the long defeat
Suffering that I see all around
It's enough to keep me crashing down
Till I, I'm wrecked and wreathing from these falls
Still I believe there's a word in the wire
And I believe there's a way through the fire
And I, believe, there's a joy that blooms beyond these walls
So keep holding on to hope without assurance
Holding on to a memory of light
But will the morning come? For all I know
We'll never see the sun, but together we'll fight the long defeat
Prompt: Andy Kehoe style, A poetic narrative of a beautiful women with long black hair who is looking to one side dressed in Gothic attire, sitting on a remarkable old bed adorned with occult symbols on it, in the woods at sunset, loaded with mystery and mysticism. Within the fantastical world inspired by the love of the grandeur of nature, captured in moments of ethereal magic and spiritual adventure. The picture shows a spellbinding sense of drama and emotion, largely aided by a undeniable understanding and deft handling of effulgent light sources which bathe the inhabitants of this world in a glorious radiance. tree, grass, intricately modelled sculptural elements submerged within layers of poured resin and paint. Great depth and scale, wet paint and ink with layers of resin sculpted elements, vibrant colours. highly detailed visionary art, painting, intricate, illustration, watercolour-ink, line art, resin, 3D art. Watercolour and pen patchwork by Andy Kehoe, Alex Alemany and van Gogh.
Prompt: The tyranny of deterioration
Worries me that it's all just a waste of time
Taking one step forward, two steps back
Still I believe there's a breath through the thorns
And I believe the summer's warm
And I believe that it's ever bright beyond this black
So keep holding on to hope without assurance
Holding on to a memory of light
But will the morning come? For all I know
We'll never see the sun, but together we'll fight the long defeat
Suffering that I see all around
It's enough to keep me crashing down
Till I, I'm wrecked and wreathing from these falls
Still I believe there's a word in the wire
And I believe there's a way through the fire
And I, believe, there's a joy that blooms beyond these walls
So keep holding on to hope without assurance
Holding on to a memory of light
But will the morning come? For all I know
We'll never see the sun, but together we'll fight the long defeat
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.