Prompt: a statue of an iguana and a turtle fighting for survival in a supermarket like showroom, lit in multiple colors, with small glass pyramids scattered everywhere reflecting the lights, on a black long carpet, in the style of Bruce Nauman
Prompt: a sculpture of a life lived by many people before, with different clothes and different voices, already lived and yet never seen, loss through gain, understanding through displacement, in the court of goods, in a minimalist exhibition space, in the style of Joseph Beuys
Prompt: a sculpture of bricks made of unfathomably light material, thimbles surviving the night and yet iron men dying in their sleep, many questions remain unanswered, the sheep fly on in the night that still awaits us all, in the style of Alicja Kwade
Prompt: A sculpture of Neanderthal man, with skeletons and skulls, a spiritual journey, with an answer for all of us as humans, in the end we all die out, the totem pole of joie de vivre, assembled from Homo longi findings, in a magnificent exhibition space for contemporary art, in the style of Auguste Rodin
Prompt: A sculpture of a dangerous object, with felt and grease, a light fills the room, wood and metal meet, the room is alive and classic, life gives you clarity, the moment where you know where you belong, in the style of Joseph Beuys
Prompt: a statue of a strong man, with a crown of plastic and a body of clay, the statue is covered with small sculptures of gold, around the statue light balls, the light is reflected in the statue, the exhibition space is in classical baroque style, in the style of Daniel Arsham
Prompt: beautiful rocky beach next to a forest, seashore, Catherine Abel, Jacek Yerka, Gediminas Pranckevicius, digital painting, 8k, photorealistic, award winning, ultra detailed, crisp quality, colorful, hdr, dof, complementary colors
Prompt: a sculpture of a ship breaking in a wave, made of thin transparent plastic, lit from inside in different blue tones, a red figure jumps down from the sculpture and stands in the air, the sculpture is twenty meters high, in the style of Tony Cragg
Prompt: a sculpture of an anvil on a pedestal, a small piece of paper protrudes from the sculpture, dozens of plastic bags lie around the pedestal, the room is illuminated in pastel colors, in the style of Carl Andre
Prompt: an installation of tree bark and oil drums filling a space made of plastic walls, illuminated by seven screens projecting red and purple light into the space, the floor is covered with gold plates, in the style of Dan Graham
Prompt: One day, a young man wondered
whether he could see into the future.
This question made him realize
what can be called the future.
It is what is yet to happen.
How can it be that he sees it?
If he does not even know exactly
how longʼ he will stay alive.
We only know what happened.
The future is for dreaming.
Prompt: Thanks earlier to the notice
I smelled his inhuman flag.
Each following word went from one ear through the other,
because the conversation began already without polite salutation.
A torrent of speech followed by the rain of saliva.
Intoxicated heads behave like planets,
everything revolves around them and they revolve around themselves.
A reason why one falls into the intoxication so easily.
Prompt: Driven by rage and desire
he wipes the tears from her cheeks.
She does not surrender as planned,
when he hugs her even tighter.
Frightening power comes up in him.
He still hesitates and lets her go.
Two battered figures face each other.
The looks say every word.
Now everything seems already lost and over.
Broken in that place.
Prompt: "No. It is not over, that wouldʼ be too soon. We were happy."
he thinks to himself.
He goes in for a kiss. She turns away.
Frustration rises. He pulls her close to him.
She screams loudly and bites his shoulder.
He loosens his grip. She pushes him away.
He knows he is to blame.
The door slams shut. You can hear the neighbor calling for a moment.
He lowers his head and whimpers softly to the sound of the stairs.
Prompt: I open my eyes, everything is black. I feel that I am lying in bed. Slowly I see blurred images. As I struggle to get up, the slatted frame under the mattress creaks and a slight shiver runs through my body. In the few rays of light that have found their way into my room room, you can see fine dust floating. My lungs itch as I breathe. I never smoked, but since the end of the war my day has consisted of stuffing pipe bowls and the garden.
Prompt: When we learned that my older brothers would not be coming home, mother was never the same. would be coming back home, mother was not the same. I was the last one left. Already in early years, I was plagued by epilepsy and perceptual disorders, therefore I was declared I was declared unfit for combat and because of my wealthy parental home I did not have to serve the country. Mother died two years after the end of the war.
Prompt: When she stopped breathing in her sleep, with her last breath, her suffering spilled over to father. Because of my daily lapses, I could never be of much help to my family, and not even when I was alone with father. I don't leave the house often. It is too dangerous if I have a seizure on the open road, unaccompanied, without an escort. When father was still alive, I occasionally accompanied him to the weekly market.
Prompt: After mother's death, father sat most of the time in his library and did not want to be disturbed by anyone. When, after not seeing him for five days, I smelled an musty smell from the hallway to the library, I knew that I was now alone. I got the full inheritance: a two-story house with a garden, Mother's jewelry box, Father's gold treasures from his expeditions to the Orient, and a paid-off maid.
Prompt: I sit up with a groan, try to get my bearings, rub my eyes and blindly open my bedside drawer. I reach into the void. I look with strained gaze in the direction of the windowsill. I thought to myself that I had left my pipe there, because even though I live alone in my parents' house, I still smoke secretly at the open window in the evening. In the past, father didn't want me to smoke in the house.
Prompt: At such moments I no longer feel alone anymore. I walk slowly toward the window sill, take my remarkably light tobacco tin and lean against the window frame. With the last remnant of crumbly tobacco I stuff my pipe bowl and cast a furtive glance at the rising sun.
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.
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