Prompt: At first, the masks seemed elegant – ornate, feathered, some gilded, others sparkling with jewels. But as I watched, they began to shift, to become subtly… wrong. A smile on one mask stretched too wide, revealing rows of unnaturally sharp teeth. The eyes on another were too large, too fixed, staring blankly ahead. A mask near me, made of polished bone, seemed to pulse faintly, a slow, rhythmic beat against my cheek as the dancer brushed past.
Prompt: Maya woke with the sun, her consciousness gently shifting from the vast expanse of dreams to the focused awareness of her physical form. She stretched, feeling the harmony between her body's movements and the earth's rotation. As she made her morning tea, Maya noticed how the steam's spiraling patterns mirrored the swirling galaxies she'd contemplated in her dreams. She smiled, recognizing the fractal nature of reality even in this simple moment. On her walk to work, Maya felt a deep connection with everyone she passed. Not in a overwhelming or intrusive way, but as a quiet knowing that each person was a unique expression of the same consciousness she embodied. A businessman rushed past, his frown telling a story of stress and deadlines. Maya sent a gentle thought of calm his way, not expecting change but simply acknowledging their shared essence. At her job as a librarian, Maya approached each task with full presence. As she organized books, she perceived how each tome contained worlds of knowledge, mirroring how each individual contained the potential of the whole. A child struggling to reach a high shelf caught her attention. Maya helped, seeing in the child's grateful smile a reflection of the joy that permeated all existence. During lunch, Maya sat in the park, savoring each bite of her sandwich. She experienced the meal not just as flavors, but as a symphony of energy transformations - from sunlight to plant to her own cells. A sense of gratitude washed over her, not for anything specific, but for the sheer experience of being. As the day progressed, Maya navigated small challenges with ease. A misplaced book, a patron's complaint - she met each with equanimity, seeing them not as problems but as opportunities for growth and exploration. Heading home, Maya felt a sudden urge to take a different route. She followed this intuition without questioning, and found herself helping an elderly woman cross a busy street. The synchronicity didn't surprise her; it
Prompt: I’m not the flame, I’m the fire that scorches the ground,
I pull galaxies close, but it’s Earth where I’m crowned.
Your black hole consumes, but I’m carving the sky,
Bringing cosmic power down—watch as worlds unify.
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Mike Casey
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I work as a game designer/mathematician. I was a neural network researcher in the 90's when neural networks were still toys. Now they make awesome pictures! :D
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.