Prompt: In a dream yesterday morning, I found myself sitting with a group of villagers in Maxwell, ten miles East of the remote adobe abode in which I abide. We were sitting outside of a restaurant (although none exist in the tiny village IRL) where we'd all eaten a potluck meal to welcome five folks new to "town." My job for the potluck was not to cook but to write a "love letter" to each of the village's new residents. Both the potluck and the love letters had been received with appreciation by our new neighbors. Our focus now was on a large mesa to the West, where an annual event was occurring in which Native American symbols and totems were arranged on the mesa that were of such enormous scale that they could be seen clearly from great distances. I particularly remember a red circular face with over-sized white eyes and a grotesque smile.
Prompt: A white, male Siamese Cat named Clancy with a racoon tail lives in a messy house with a Corgi/Shepherd named Bella and a Terrier/Chihuahua named Benny.
Prompt: A quartet of 10 year-old girls start a guitar, keyboard, percussion, and sampler punk band at ZIA Youth Empowerment Center in Raton, New Mexico. They are called Chicken Spaghetti Chaos and there first song is "Blue For You."
Prompt: The cheetah is now a young Native-American man. He's dressed in buffalo-leather and wears a feather headband, the traditional clothing of his tribe. He begins speaking about Spring and rebirth. I ask him to repeat what he's said so that I can write it all down. I find a pen and paper for this purpose and jot down some notes.
Prompt: Three dozen tall, glamorous male crossdressers congregate at an outdoor mall. Each of them are wearing bright yellow and orange unitards, bright yellow and orange feather boas, and long, black fake eyelashes with bright orange and yellow mascara. A large marquee on a theatre behind them reads "The Rocky Horror Picture Show." Around them are palm trees. They are in Long Beach, California.
Prompt: A color photograph of a man with short-cropped brown hair and a light beard. He is shirtless and has tattoos of various, colorful birds all over his chest, stomach and arms. Pink flamingos, red cardinals, blue jays, orioles, male western Tanagers, Ravens, Seagulls, egrets, etc. The photo shows the man from the waist up, and the background is pure white.
Prompt: The important point to note when thinking about our own festival is the joy and the revelry that is fostered in the ritual. It is about casting off the darkness and celebrating the light. It is a time for celebrating fertility, both in the context of our biological functions as well as our own creative energies, the fertility of our creative community.
Prompt: Pizza Party in a Victorian Mansion in San Francisco with humanoid pine cones, beef cattle, aliens, and professional Mexican Bullfighters & wrestlers
Prompt: The Singularity Is Near... Or, this "reality" we're typing in on this virtual, facetious book is nothing more than one of possibly-infinite simulations of some baseline biological/physical reality that once existed... Or did that ever exist? DNA might be a super-advance form of computer coding. Maybe biological/physical reality was always an illusion, and The Originator at the very bottom of all these Turtles upon Turtles was nothing more than a Computer Programmer. But something must've preceded the Programmer... Like the Computer! And something must've preceded the Computer... some Original Intelligence? Was the first intelligence any less artificial than Artificial Intelligence? Is A.I. just The Creator coming around full circle? Is the very point of a created species evolving into self-awareness to become the creators of their own species? Heck if I know, I'm just attempting to stay curious about a frightening, absurd, beautiful, awe-inspiring world that is becoming very hard to regard as "real" in any way I once understood "reality." However, as often as I choose to regard All Of This with curiosity and compassion I'm just as often possessed by anxiety and dread (perhaps also a choice?).
Prompt: 90s hip hop collective featuring two humanoid giraffe rappers wearing gold chains and basketball jerseys and a record-scratching disc jockey with two turntables and a microphone on a black-clothed stage filled with black light paintings of Krishna gods and goddesses.
Prompt: In a dream yesterday morning, I found myself sitting with a group of villagers in Maxwell, ten miles East of the remote adobe abode in which I abide.
We were sitting outside of a restaurant (although none exist in the tiny village IRL) where we'd all eaten a potluck meal to welcome five folks new to "town." My job for the potluck was not to cook but to write a "love letter" to each of the village's new residents. Both the potluck and the love letters had been received with appreciation by our new neighbors.
Our focus now was on a large mesa to the West, where an annual event was occurring in which Native American symbols and totems were arranged on the mesa that were of such enormous scale that they could be seen clearly from great distances. I particularly remember a red circular face with over-sized white eyes and a grotesque smile.
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.