Prompt: Owls fly in the background, with Grey Alien Hindi deities and daemons riding these giant owls at the reins and UFO Santa sleighs with anatomically-correct, muscular reindeer and the Zuni dine on a great feast together as a tribe united in song, drumming, purpose, and power.
Prompt: the Siamese purrs a subtle snare roll
Zephyr rattles the Box Elder bones
Lost lizards scatter
tossed with centipedes and wasps
upon shards of shade
interspersed with refracted rainbows
whose colors dance
upon a canvas
of adobe
earth
tones
A skeleton of another cat
who so often perched and purred in my lap
Snores through her great dirt nap
beneath
the skull and the pelvis
of a once-grazing bull
His other bones
scattered by a skinny young bear
Who I brazenly slurred at
from up on the slope
While he slurped out the marrow
of her current headstone
down below
the Adobe Abode
Back when those feline bones
were still coated
in flesh and fur
Within her marrow resides
memories calcified
of all those sweet purrs
undisturbed
in the dirt
Prompt: Such udders drooping
The Other looming
Down in that river valley
Out where the light passes
Not through the glass of this house
but through gases
Out where the low hum heard
Is the om
in one's ears
the bloodstream
through words
The low hum of the land
bugle of an elk
death rattle of a man
Codes both genetic and binary
Broth of blood and fish
within the silicone thought bubble
of an android's wish
When the refrigerator quiets
my old friend hEARing damAGE joins the fray
Ear Drumming
a seemingly-infinite
high-pitched
cymbal hit
Prompt: An empty cassette tape rolls along, coiling like a snake. Hissing softly off earthen walls: Sound ricocheted, delayed. An echo from a distant frozen place. A stasis built to break like glass; to slide towards sand as ocean tide. A single note of rising built from ignorance of breaking. Harmonizing with the low hum Outside that sometimes wanders into this house, into these ears, for a visit to the land of Awareness made Separate. The tone of one never needing to be more. The implied response of absorbent shore. The hum's source Remains An unknown force. Rite Now, Trailing a tail of seventeen hundred days of Nows - of seventeen hundred risings and fallings of nearby stars and planets - My tracks are leading out Along with the roll of the empty cassette. From time to time the refrigerator chimes forth: Cacophonies of high horns sustain-pedaling towards nothing more than Now. Drones of the nuns and monks of the coming singularity. Pixelated Pronghorn. Electronic Elk. Bioengineered bugles. Windows Ten tin whistles. Synthetic piano strings snapping and recoiling to be restrung by caged johns with robotic rubbers. Such utter beauty.
Prompt: Lacking instruction
we were led to an oracle
with origins in the woodlands
A fun guy residing in a desert cave
(above the fairy shrimp scorpions
and the windy city longing
of the female quail)
who rises each day
from a lichen-laced grave
A hermaphrodite
in saffron veils
Always at the ready
with glitter-filled vials
There and then
what had been
obtuse translucence
was transmuted
into
acute
reflection
Prompt: She waves a red fan
Clearing the smoke-filled air for
Act Two,
which shall unravel
Calliope-slow...
Mirror grotesques
and iron railings
will be unveiled Ordered forcefully from the depths of dizzy Disney
memories.
We'll return to the Mississippi
Where the full
orange
Moon
- with cloud-shrouded mystery -
Shall command
of us:
Look at Me! See!
Through technicolored 'splosions
Swirling
war-story glories
Prompt: In the outfield at Angels Stadium, a humanoid Salmon in full Angels uniform and a humanoid Trout in full Angels uniform converge in an attempt to catch a fly ball
Prompt: In the outfield at Angels Stadium, a humanoid Salmon in full Angels uniform and a humanoid Trout in full Angels uniform converge in an attempt to catch a fly ball
Prompt: Humanoid Owl Aliens gaze out the windows of UFOs in the clear New Mexico sky, while skinwalkers and chupacabra roam the prairie among futuristic, sleek, shiny hovercraft
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.