Prompt: Wiped out, suckin' on the fumes of a long-gone flame
Can you leverage love? Can you process pain?
It grabs you by the night
My dreams are big and bathing in light so
Come on, touch me, I'm a live wire
Wait, don't cover my eyes
When darkness dampens my sight
My dreams are big and bathing in light
And where does the spirit go?
Is it some place holy?
Is it holy and free?
I don't know if it's true
But I think that I want it
I want it to be
I want it to be
Chalk it up to being young
Chalk it up to being dumbed down
By the creases in the mangled map
Just trying to find the faith to fill the gap
One more time
And I'll flash God's image across the long night
My dreams are big and bathing in a light
So come on, touch me, I'm a live wire
This is a lasting fire
And where does the spirit go?
Is it some place holy?
Is it holy and free?
I don't know if it's true
But I think that I want it (that I want it)
Where does the spirit go?
Is it some place holy?
Is it holy and free?
I don't know if it's true
But I think that I want it
I want it to be
I want it to be
So come on, touch me, I'm alive
Come on, is it holy and free?
When darkness dampens my sight
My dreams are big and bathing in light
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: 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: 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: I've waited for this moment, all my life and more
And now I see so clearly what I could not see before
The time is now or never and this chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself into the wind
There's no promise of safety on these second-hand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means
A leap of faith
Parody of an angel, miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason screaming after me
"You've flown far too high, boy, now you're too close to the sun
Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"
But how will I know limits from lies
If I never try?
There's no promise of safety on these second-hand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
Nothing to me
I will touch the sun or I will die trying
Die trying
Fly on these second-hand wings
I'm willing to find out what impossible means
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
It means nothing to me
Miles above the sea
Prompt: If I took this cigarette and put it out on you...
Would you love me?
Her throat is soft
Her lips are red
Her thighs are white
Her heart is dead
Jezebel
Red rope
Burns around her wrists
Her blood is cold... like a serpents kiss
Do you love your whore?
I like to hear you beg
She crouched down in the corner with her head between her legs
Jezebel
Broken glass and dirty needles
Soul erosion truth
Electric god
Our superman found dead in a telephone booth
Shards of teeth
Ice pick abortions
Orgasmic death so warm
Let's die screamin'
Black goat semen
I can't hear you whisper "conform"
Hearts will stop and brain cells pop
Apocalyptic high
She screams bloody murder as they chop off her fingers
So this is how it feels to die
But it's ok
Yeah everything's ok
She was screaming about conspiracy
Talkin' about taking sides
I was masturbating, just contemplating
The cold love of suicide
Hearts will stop and brain cells pop
Apocalyptic high
She was screaming bloody murder as they chop off her fingers...
So this is how it feels to die
Prompt: I've waited for this moment, all my life and more
And now I see so clearly what I could not see before
The time is now or never and this chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself into the wind
There's no promise of safety on these second-hand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means
A leap of faith
Parody of an angel, miles above the sea
I hear the voice of reason screaming after me
"You've flown far too high, boy, now you're too close to the sun
Soon your makeshift wings will come undone"
But how will I know limits from lies
If I never try?
There's no promise of safety on these second-hand wings
But I'm willing to find out what impossible means
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
Nothing to me
I will touch the sun or I will die trying
Die trying
Fly on these second-hand wings
I'm willing to find out what impossible means
I'll climb through the heavens on feathers and dreams
'Cause the melting point of wax means nothing to me
Nothing to me
It means nothing to me
Miles above the sea
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: Fallen
Broken
Simply dissolved
Into an incomplete thought
An empty shell
Cracked and disfigured
With no remorse
I have been blinded by the darkness
With no disdain
I have received my punishment
And with no haste
I await them
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.