Prompt: I am the son
And the heir
Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does
Prompt: The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose...(no text)
Prompt: Vintage map of a fictional fantasy world, displaying the boundaries of the entire map, mixed media including wet to wet watercolor, architectural drawing, calligraphic text and lines, pen (black ink), old paper, sharp focus, high resolution, intricate and colorful details
Prompt: Some say a comet will fall from the sky followed by meteor showers and tidal waves
Followed by fault lines that cannot sit still
Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits
And some say the end is near
Some say we'll see Armageddon soon
I certainly hope we will
Prompt: Underneath the bridge, tarp has sprung a leak
And the animals I've trapped have all become my pets
And I'm living off of grass, and the drippings from my ceiling
It's OK to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings
Prompt: I sure could use a vacation from this bullshit three-ring circus sideshow of freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call L.A.
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away any fucking time, any fucking day.
Learn to swim, I'll see you down in Arizona bay.
Prompt: We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing-grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!
Prompt: The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Prompt: I learned how to measure before I knew what was size
I sing you to sleep, do you like my lullaby?
La luna de leche, treat your sadness with a smile
You can't have what's next till you hang with it for a while
This is house arrest
Come but wear your Sunday best
Prompt: I learned how to measure before I knew what was size
I sing you to sleep, do you like my lullaby?
La luna de leche, treat your sadness with a smile
You can't have what's next till you hang with it for a while
This is house arrest
Come but wear your Sunday best
(No written words in the dream)
Prompt: I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords
Prompt: One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall
Prompt: Purple haze, all in my brain
Lately things they don't seem the same
Actin' funny, but I don't know why
Excuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple haze, all around
Don't know if I'm comin' up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
What ever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Prompt: When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know
Prompt: How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
What have we found?
The same old fears
Wish you were here
Prompt: Hello? (Hello? Hello? Hello?)
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb
Okay (okay, okay, okay)
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more, ah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb
Prompt: No one would have believed in the last years of the nineteenth century that this
world was being watched keenly and closely by intelligences greater than man's
and yet as mortal as his own; that as men busied themselves about their various
concerns they were scrutinised and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a
man with a microscope might scrutinise the transient creatures that swarm and
multiply in a drop of water. With infinite complacency men went to and fro over
this globe about their little affairs, serene in their assurance of their empire over
matter. It is possible that the infusoria under the microscope do the same. No one
gave a thought to the older worlds of space as sources of human danger, or
thought of them only to dismiss the idea of life upon them as impossible or
improbable. It is curious to recall some of the mental habits of those departed
days. At most terrestrial men fancied there might be other men upon Mars,
perhaps inferior to themselves and ready to welcome a missionary enterprise.
Yet across the gulf of space, minds that are to our minds as ours are to those of
the beasts that perish, intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic, regarded this
earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely drew their plans against us. And
early in the twentieth century came the great disillusionment.
Prompt: A female Aes Sedai of the blue ajah. Wielding magical power. The power is represented by coloured threads of lightening representing earth, air, water, fire and spirit. The coloured threads of light are woven together into intricate patterns to perform a magical task.
Prompt: A colourful fiery phoenix rising from the ashes of a magical fire. Billowing flames of fire, composed in shaped outlined layers, clean edges, Vladimir Kush, Eyvind Earle, Sandro Botticelli, simple, soft dynamic composition
Prompt: A female Aes Sedai of the blue ajah. Wielding magical power. The power is represented by coloured threads of light representing earth, air, water, fire and spirit. The coloured threads of light are woven together into intricate patterns to perform a magical task. Keith Parkinson, Frank Frazetta
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.
