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: A giant marked by doubt stands at the steps of fate followed by a blue sharp of long-limbed apes hunting for souls. painted in the style of william blake, with vibrant colors.
Prompt: Tall trees without leaves. The tears fall, the sky cries. Under the protection of yellow branches lies a hunter. The blood drips, the wounds gape. The smell of plucked fur reminds of his encounter with the cold-blooded beast of hell. He closes his eyes, the world becomes cold. In the style of Sergio Leone movies.
Prompt: A lonely man with a big hat with long feathers comes to a huge metropolis. He doesn't fit in time or space, but he is content and happy. Smoking a pipe and swaggering around while reading a newspaper. As a photograph in the style of Richard Sandler
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: 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: 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: 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.
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.
