Prompt: Woman with Long flying Hair, sitting in Meditation, feet are covered, ocean, Beach, sundown, Style: Möbius, Daniel Merriam, Egon Schiele, Alphonse Mucha, Anna Dittman, illustration, CARTOON
Prompt: eerie cute Whimsical Ink and oil on canvas. lo-poly water color Abstract digital art of girl thinking about her cute but eerie and creepy monsters and ghost in the art style of Takashi Murakami, monster character, swirly lines in the style of art nouvelle. abstract, ultra-high crisp definition, styled characters, ultra-vibrant, and has cell shading type of shadows and highlights, eerie smile, ominous expression, ghost, ghosts, eyes, third eye, dark, dark theme, scary, skulls, skull
Prompt: A surreal, dreamlike artwork in style of Scott Bergey, Richard Burlet and Igor Morski: “a beautiful Spanish woman walking on a beautiful beach at sunset” NOTE - modifiers are copied from an image by Susanne
Prompt: Create an image of a hauntingly serene figure whose head is partially composed of wilted rose petals — deep, bruised pinks fading to black along the curled edges. The petals appear fused with cracked skin and faint veins of gold dust, as if nature and flesh are reluctantly merging. The figure’s complexion is pale and ghostlike, almost translucent, revealing hints of texture beneath — veins, pollen, and dust. Their face is delicate yet uncanny, eyes closed in a state between peace and surrender, lips slightly curved in a half-smile that feels both gentle and unsettling.
Strands of dark crimson hair spill downward like bleeding vines, tangling into the decaying flora. Around them, a dense tapestry of leaves and roses intertwines — some lush and alive, others brittle and curling in on themselves. Mold speckles the petals; dew drops cling like tears. Add scattered seed pods with sharp, thornlike forms, giving the composition a tactile tension.
A single butterfly with orange and brown wings perches on a rotting bloom — its beauty made fragile by the surrounding decay. The background should be moody and dim, textured like cracked velvet or weathered smoke, with faint streaks of light filtering through as if from a dying sun. The lighting should emphasize contrast — soft highlights on skin and petals, deep shadows pooling in the hollows — creating a surreal atmosphere of quiet ruin and strange elegance.
The overall mood should feel dreamlike yet grounded in decay — an otherworldly vision where life, death, and beauty are inseparable.
What on earth are you doing there? For God's sake, get inside.
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Prompt: October 17th, 1815.
The great storm has broken, and in the unnatural quiet, my hand trembles so that I can scarce hold this quill. For thirty years I have kept my watch on this black rock, a sentinel for the Admiralty, but never has the sea roared with such fury, nor the very firmament seemed so intent upon our obliteration.
It began yestereve, not with a gradual tempering of the winds, but with a sudden and violent veering of the same to the northwest. The glass, which had been falling steadily since dawn, plummeted as if dashed upon the stones. I knew then that this would be no common squall. By nightfall, the sea was a chaos of white water, and the wind a demon’s shriek in the guy-wires.
I lit the lamp at the appointed hour, the Argand burners flaring to life with a reassuring hiss. For a time, their steady glow, magnified a thousand-fold by the great lens, held the darkness at bay. But the sea soon mounted a more terrible assault. Great green walls of water, taller than the tower itself, would rise from the abyss and break upon the rock with a concussion that shook the very foundations. I felt the stone tremble beneath my feet, a sensation most unnerving.
For the entirety of the night, I remained in the lamp-room, my world reduced to that crystal cage of light and thunder. Spume, like driven snow, streamed horizontally across the panes, and through it, I could see the monstrous waves, their crests torn into a veil of spray. The tempest screamed as if it were a living thing, a leviathan enraged by the pinprick of my defiance. More than once, a great comber struck with such force I feared the glass would not hold, and I should be washed into the maelstrom, lamp and all.
My thoughts turned, as they often do in such vigils, to the men upon that raging sea. Did some poor vessel, timbers groaning, fight for its life in this very darkness? My light was their only hope, a single, unwavering star in a world gone mad. This thought alone kept the fear at bay. To let the lamp die was to surrender their souls to the deep.
Dawn brought no relief, only a sickly, grey light that revealed a ocean in perpetual convulsion. The storm did not abate until near noon, its fury spent as quickly as it had come. Now, as I look out, the sea is still a swollen, heaving mass, but the wind has softened to a mournful sigh. The rock is scoured clean, and a fishing smack, dashed to splinters, lies wedged between two crags below—a grim testament to the night’s work.
I am weary unto death, and my ears yet ring with the phantom roar. But the light burns still. It is a small victory, but in this lonely place, it is everything.
God preserve all poor mariners.
Josiah Hemlock
Prompt: A magnificent Halloween scene with twinkling lights adorning pumpkins. A woman dressed in black sits on a broomstick in the air, under a starry night sky. The backdrop features ethereal and soft mountains and trees.
Prompt: A whimsical, intricately detailed fantasy landscape showcasing an elaborate city of towering castles, winding bridges, and enchanted houses. The buildings are adorned with ornate carvings and vibrant lights emanating from windows. In the foreground, beautifully crafted bowls filled with miniature scenes of serene nature, tiny figures, and boats floating on a crystal-clear river. The entire scene is bathed in warm, inviting tones, surrounded by lush greenery, creating a magical and enchanting atmosphere.
Prompt: semi-abstract oil painting of a close view of two snipe at the edge of an autumn marsh, seen from above, under dark clouds, in the style of Georges Seurat, Egon Schiele, Gustav Klimt
Prompt: Digital watercolor portrait in storybook surrealist style. A close-up of a slender woman with windswept dark brown hair and long bangs, holding a bright yellow umbrella that glows vividly against the soft gray-blue sky. She wears a muted wool coat and black gloves, her long legs partially visible through the foggy watercolor light. The umbrella’s color creates a perfect contrast within the muted palette. watercolor ink texture, pop of color (vivid yellow), painterly realism, dreamy fairytale melancholy, shabby-chic surrealism, elegant fashion proportions, high-definition lighting, inspired by Tran Nguyen and Nicoletta Ceccoli.
Prompt: semi-abstract oil painting in neon false colors with high chroma, ambient occlusion, volumetric lighting, of a beautiful young woman with long hair and pale face, shown at half-length, wearing a bright dress, looking towards us, overlooking the empty sea, with strong sunlight on her front, by Fra Angelico, Sandro Botticelli, Harald Sohlberg, Vilhelm Hammershøi, Pierre Bonnard, Henri Matisse, Gustav Klimt, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
Prompt: An abstract impasto pointillist painting, alive with movement and emotion. The beautiful dancer dissolves into whorls of color — crimson, ochre, ultramarine, and soft violet — each dot a pulse of energy, each stroke a whisper of intent. Her form is only half-seen, emerging from the rhythm of the paint itself, as if she is both creator and creation. The canvas breathes texture: thick paint, tactile ridges, and shimmering halos of light where colors collide. The mood is triumphant yet introspective — a celebration of choice, grace, and motion rendered through pure color and form.
Prompt: An all-observing eye is connected by a wire to a computer, digital surveillance, spooky apocalyptic dystopic fiction in surreal Multilayer Rendering Highest Resolution 3-D Effects !
Prompt: abstract paintbrush and ink wash painting of an beautiful silver hair autumn fairy surrounded with branches and flowers, in the forest, soft pastel colors, by Charles Vess.
Prompt: The wind blows out of the gates of the day,
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away;
While the faeries dance in a place apart
Prompt: Expressionism- show emotion and inner experience, rather than realistic depiction of the outside world. Key features include bold, non-naturalistic colors, distorted forms, agitated brushwork, and a general emphasis on conveying themes of anxiety, spiritual life. Show 3 figures in a puzzling discussion of politics. The figures have deep shadows and unusual lighting. Their faces express anger, deep thinking, and a sudden realization of the unchangeable status quo.
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.
