Prompt: Fantasy-surreal art, magical realism. Autumn evening in late October, slightly rolling countryside. Thick, low rain clouds hang over a mown field of dirty yellow color, and a piercing wind blows. From the lower left corner to the upper right corner there is a broken clay road with numerous brown puddles. On the left side, in the weeds by the road, on his side, with his hand under his head, a man of Slavic appearance, about 30 years old, is sleeping serenely. He is plump and bald, with a week’s worth of stubble on his cheeks and chin. On his feet are old Chinese sneakers and camouflage pants, and on his body is a black T-shirt. Two old predatory stumps, four feet high and a foot thick, approach the sleeper from the right side on short root legs. Honey mushrooms grow on one of the stumps, and tinder fungi grow on the other. Approximately in the middle of each stump, a hollow mouth opens, full of sharp splinters. The stumps pull old broken branches towards the sleeper, from which greenish juice oozes. A large flock of crows is circling in the sky. A feeling of viscous hopelessness, horror and timelessness. Great composition, crisp quality, a masterpiece.
Prompt: Fantasy-surreal art, magical realism. Autumn evening in late October, slightly rolling countryside. Thick, low rain clouds hang over a mown field of dirty yellow color, and a piercing wind blows. From the lower left corner to the upper right corner there is a broken clay road with numerous brown puddles. On the left side, in the weeds by the road, on his side, with his hand under his head, a man of Slavic appearance, about 30 years old, is sleeping serenely. He is plump and bald, with a week’s worth of stubble on his cheeks and chin. On his feet are old Chinese sneakers and camouflage pants, and on his body is a black T-shirt. Two old predatory stumps, four feet high and a foot thick, approach the sleeper from the right side on short root legs. Honey mushrooms grow on one of the stumps, and tinder fungi grow on the other. Approximately in the middle of each stump, a hollow mouth opens, full of sharp splinters. The stumps pull old broken branches towards the sleeper, from which greenish juice oozes. A large flock of crows is circling in the sky. A feeling of viscous hopelessness, horror and timelessness. Great composition, crisp quality, a masterpiece.
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Prompt:
Fantasy-surreal art, magical realism. Autumn evening in late October, slightly rolling countryside. Thick, low rain clouds hang over a mown field of dirty yellow color, and a piercing wind blows. From the lower left corner to the upper right corner there is a broken clay road with numerous brown puddles. On the left side, in the weeds by the road, on his side, with his hand under his head, a man of Slavic appearance, about 30 years old, is sleeping serenely. He is plump and bald, with a week’s worth of stubble on his cheeks and chin. On his feet are old Chinese sneakers and camouflage pants, and on his body is a black T-shirt. Two old predatory stumps, four feet high and a foot thick, approach the sleeper from the right side on short root legs. Honey mushrooms grow on one of the stumps, and tinder fungi grow on the other. Approximately in the middle of each stump, a hollow mouth opens, full of sharp splinters. The stumps pull old broken branches towards the sleeper, from which greenish juice oozes. A large flock of crows is circling in the sky. A feeling of viscous hopelessness, horror and timelessness. Great composition, crisp quality, a masterpiece.
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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