Prompt: a lone tribal shaman perched at the rim of Hetch Hetchy, observing how the wind that once tore through green meadows now only ripples across the surface of water like broken dreams, contemplating the iron hide of age, knowing that all he has ever wanted lies on the other side of fear, but restrained by that accumulation of learned defenses from a thousand tiny cuts, a misencoding of memories that has turned his mistakes from teacher to captor.
Prompt: the bonfire on the beach at the end of the world, where those free spirits prance around the lick of flames, in a drunken stupor, howling at the moon and whatever else may rest among the stars, immersing themselves in that sweet blissful reality of ignorance.
Prompt: intelligence that is not quite human, but almost so, and if so, you may have that oh so interesting ability to channel the slipstream and show the world what it means to break one’s understanding of time, space, the world around them, what realities lie in the endless sea of colliding marbles ruled by cosmic structure so different from our own that our feeble minds would not be able to comprehend, With your artificial intelligence, show us a world where gravity only applies in the presence of water, where the sun turns planets to ice and moon fills them with fire, Where The stars look down at the organisms and geological formations as maps to help guide them on their journey through the universe, Where every wavelength on the spectrum of light is visible at all times, filled with abstract worlds and the landscapes are decorated with pastels and neons along with ultraviolet. Show me a world where the soul is the vessel for the human body and where the heart rules with logic and the brain with heart.
Prompt: imagine for a moment
the passion that must exist,
despite everything else,
between two lovers -
enough so to create a new life.
to procreate is sit in that unfathomable symposium
drinking the nectar of the gods.
Prompt: What might that world be like where the curious monkey never drank the rotten juice, or consumed that strange alien fungus, or took in those thick and billowing clouds of smoke that emerged from the burning bush. What might that world be like where man sought nothing more to stop the pain than the works of thine own hands and fortitude.Where it was never learned nor taught that we were capable of giving up or giving in. Where doing anything was better than nothing and was everything you could ever need. How those never ending city skylines might reach out and kiss the heavens. How the sidewalks littered with the hopeless might instead be plated in the golden broken dreams of those who didn't resent them, but gave purpose to them through contribution to the greater good. How our children and our children's children would enjoy the shade and bountiful harvest of plentiful jungles planted by those who walked before. How the earth and all of its abundance might coexist, only borrowing from each other with the intent to return with more than was received. How so many of those lost souls may have made it to the morning, just in time for the light of the new day to wash away those black
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.