Prompt: An abandoned, overgrown pirate cemetery on a remote island in Oceania, in the midst of a storm. In the center is a freshly dug rectangular grave, perfectly sized for a coffin. In the background rise the meager masts of a pirate ship. Funeral: Beside mine sits an open, ornate coffin—open the "funeral coffin," not the chest. It is filled to the brim with pirate treasure: royal coins, jewels, goblets, and strange artifacts, glinting dully in the stormy world. Crew: A motley circle of grotesque, weather-beaten pirates (one-eyed, with visible legs, on crutch, covered in scars and bandages) in tattered classical uniforms watch. Their faces are a mixture of grimness, sadness, and madness. Captain: Towering over them is a beastlike, John Silver-like captain with a prosthetic leg and a crutch tucked under his arm, a mocking parrot slung over his shoulder. He holds a tattered map, delivering a screeching, blasphemous eulogy for the treasure they ritually commit to the earth. Style: The rich characterization and stormy atmosphere of N.C. Wyeth's pirate novel illustrations meets the dark, mythic grandeur of Frank Frazetta's fantasy art. Dramatic lighting from a rift in the storm clouds.
Prompt: An abandoned, overgrown pirate cemetery on a remote island in Oceania, in the midst of a storm. In the center is a freshly dug rectangular grave, perfectly sized for a coffin. In the background rise the meager masts of a pirate ship. Funeral: Beside mine sits an open, ornate coffin—open the "funeral coffin," not the chest. It is filled to the brim with pirate treasure: royal coins, jewels, goblets, and strange artifacts, glinting dully in the stormy world. Crew: A motley circle of grotesque, weather-beaten pirates (one-eyed, with visible legs, on crutch, covered in scars and bandages) in tattered classical uniforms watch. Their faces are a mixture of grimness, sadness, and madness. Captain: Towering over them is a beastlike, John Silver-like captain with a prosthetic leg and a crutch tucked under his arm, a mocking parrot slung over his shoulder. He holds a tattered map, delivering a screeching, blasphemous eulogy for the treasure they ritually commit to the earth. Style: The rich characterization and stormy atmosphere of N.C. Wyeth's pirate novel illustrations meets the dark, mythic grandeur of Frank Frazetta's fantasy art. Dramatic lighting from a rift in the storm clouds.
Would you like to report this Dream as inappropriate?
Prompt:
An abandoned, overgrown pirate cemetery on a remote island in Oceania, in the midst of a storm. In the center is a freshly dug rectangular grave, perfectly sized for a coffin. In the background rise the meager masts of a pirate ship. Funeral: Beside mine sits an open, ornate coffin—open the "funeral coffin," not the chest. It is filled to the brim with pirate treasure: royal coins, jewels, goblets, and strange artifacts, glinting dully in the stormy world. Crew: A motley circle of grotesque, weather-beaten pirates (one-eyed, with visible legs, on crutch, covered in scars and bandages) in tattered classical uniforms watch. Their faces are a mixture of grimness, sadness, and madness. Captain: Towering over them is a beastlike, John Silver-like captain with a prosthetic leg and a crutch tucked under his arm, a mocking parrot slung over his shoulder. He holds a tattered map, delivering a screeching, blasphemous eulogy for the treasure they ritually commit to the earth. Style: The rich characterization and stormy atmosphere of N.C. Wyeth's pirate novel illustrations meets the dark, mythic grandeur of Frank Frazetta's fantasy art. Dramatic lighting from a rift in the storm clouds.
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.
Artist
