Prompt: Solstice Somnambulists. The minotaur and the fiddle,The centaur jumped over the moon;
Red Riding Hood laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Prompt: Thhe minotaur and the fiddle,The centaur jumped over the moon;
Red Riding Hood laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Prompt: Show yourself you ghost
Let me see your
Awful dark presence
Be here in front of me
In all your brilliant terror
Touch me with
Dead hands,
kiss me with cold lips
Rather the terror of your shade
Than this fragile fading memory. Blindfold, Fabric. Cloth. Shroud.
Prompt: Solstice Somnambulists. The minotaur and the fiddle,The centaur jumped over the moon;
Red Riding Hood laughed
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Prompt: In the style of Durer. Nigel Farage, Jacob Rees Mogg and Boris Johnson, laughing hysterically, at a clown in Parliament in the style of durer, blood, body, bone, sinews, facets
Prompt: Power corrupts. Everyone. Power consumes. This man controls the world. Or so he thinks. His time is near though, the end of his reign. The King is in the counting house, the Queen is in the parlour eating bread and money.
Prompt: Show yourself you ghost
Let me see your
Awful dark
Be here in front of me
In all your brilliant terror
Touch me with
Dead hands,
kiss me with cold lips
Rather the terror of your shade
Than this fragile fading memory
In the dark light.
Touch me,
Whisper in my ear
Show yourself you ghost
I fear your memory
Not your shade
Revenge yourself
Let loose your rage
Haunt my dreams,
Haunt my days
Call all the demons
But come to me
Come to me with cold breath
This I want not death
Wither me my face
Boil my eyes
Just show yourself you faded jade
Wake me in the night
With icy fingers
And chilling stare
Rather this
Than waking without you
Show yourself you ghost
I fear your loss more than
Your shade
Shrieking terror is better than
This empty world
If I can't hear you laugh
Let me hear your banshee wail
Haunt my days, not my dreams
Haunt my nights not my thoughts
Push the lid, leave your coffin
Rise from the dead
Wraith stop my breath
With chocking hands
Fat fingers on my throat
Leave your grave,
Raise your spirit
Just don't leave me alone
Show yourself you ghost
Through the flames
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.