Prompt: I ground myself to the healing power of the Earth
I open myself to the oneness of the Universe
And I release anything that is not useful to me at this time
Prompt: Cosmic Rainbow light refracted through Diamonds as Neon Purple Euclidian Pyramid Entities dance The Melt Dance and mushroom nymph fairies flitter in the fractalized fire
Prompt: Chess-playing demons and inappropriate, drunken angels harass this unhinged Santa in a Christmas Rainbow Technicolored universe of floating 1970s furniture, avocados, and winged musical instruments (woodwinds, horns, and harps)
Prompt: gods of antiquity
new gods of technology
patriarchy
Good god Google
I've been gored
these snoring hordes
their boring swords
their higher lords
their lesser forms
Squeegee bums cleaning Ouija boards
Good god Google
these dying lords
dam e-fjords
cut these chords
Good god Google
bearded white man in the sky
Qualitative nipple ring
Ringing the bar belles
Tattooing zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
mice pace
Suicide gulls
Jesus Livingston Seagull
new hemisphere
swum in their ocean
knelt with devotion
breathed in their air
cuts the wood for its own casket
Orbs wreathed in despair
Tattooing zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
mice pace
Move aside, boys
There is nothing to see/hear
There is nothing to be here
'cept maybe to be queer
Do you not see the blemish here?
Are we in separate hemispheres?
Divided by oceans
choking on honed devotions
or breathing their air
It puts the lotion in the basket
Carts the wood for its own casket
Port of call in despair
Prompt: Oh when the gods of antiquity
Finally
recede
And the new gods of technology
Ultimately
supersede
There's going to be a need for
some continuity
Will that come in the form
of patriarchy?
Good god Google
I've been gored
by all these snoring hordes
with their boring swords
with all their higher lords
and their lesser forms
Squeegee bums cleaning Ouija boards
with their deviations and norms
Good god Google
We've implored
of all these dying lords
quit damming e-fjords
It's time we cut these chords
Stop asking everything
of the Good god Google
glorified oogle
bearded white man in the sky
Quantifying everything
Qualitative nipple ring
Ringing the bar belles from on high
Tattooing the zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
The booking of
my face
no longer happens at
mice pace
Oh,
Suicide gulls
Jesus Livingston Seagull
Oh,
Choose a sighed world
Choose to use a new hemisphere
Do you not see the blemish here?
Are you not feeling phlegmish, Dear?
When you've swum in their ocean
or knelt with devotion
or breathed in their air
It puts the lotion in the basket
and cuts the wood for its own casket
Orbs wreathed in despair from on high
Tattooing the zoo critters
Snort an instant gram of twitters
The booking of
my face
no longer happens at
mice pace
So,
Move aside, boys
There is nothing to see/hear
There is nothing to be here
'cept maybe to be queer
Oh,
Do you not see the blemish here?
Are we in separate hemispheres?
Divided by oceans
choking on honed devotions
or breathing their air
It puts the lotion in the basket
Carts the wood for its own casket
Port of call in despair
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.