Prompt: Envision, if you will, a detailed oil painting in the unmistakable style of Balthus, capturing a scene spun from the delicate threads of surrealist fancy. It is a psychedelic hallucination, drifting like opium smoke through a cloudy delirium. In this bizarre and tension-filled land, erratic critters scurry about, and narcissistic angiosperms preen with a disquieting beauty.
At the heart of this unsettling tableau stands our protagonist: a mole man, deformed and disfigured, with a pallor of sickly hue and eyes large and pink, windows to a soul in turmoil. He is drawn, irresistibly, to the flowers—strange blossoms whose faces are at once striking and unsettling. Their eyes, vacant and unseeing, and mouths agape in foolish stupor, cast a spell over him, one of intense, almost unbearable, sexual attraction.
This world, this dreamscape, is a symphony of textures. Surfaces gleam with a polished, almost hypnotic shine, while fluffy carpets invite touch with their soft, seductive allure. The critters, embodiments of maidens, dart and flit about, sometimes hiding, sometimes peering from their secret places, ever watchful of the mole man’s fervent desire.
In this painting, the palpable tension—the raw, unfiltered longing of the protagonist for these peculiar flowers—must reach out and grasp the viewer, drawing them into the fevered, surreal embrace of this otherworldly vision.
Prompt: Envision, if you will, a detailed oil painting in the unmistakable style of Balthus, capturing a scene spun from the delicate threads of surrealist fancy. It is a psychedelic hallucination, drifting like opium smoke through a cloudy delirium. In this bizarre and tension-filled land, erratic critters scurry about, and narcissistic angiosperms preen with a disquieting beauty.
At the heart of this unsettling tableau stands our protagonist: a mole man, deformed and disfigured, with a pallor of sickly hue and eyes large and pink, windows to a soul in turmoil. He is drawn, irresistibly, to the flowers—strange blossoms whose faces are at once striking and unsettling. Their eyes, vacant and unseeing, and mouths agape in foolish stupor, cast a spell over him, one of intense, almost unbearable, sexual attraction.
This world, this dreamscape, is a symphony of textures. Surfaces gleam with a polished, almost hypnotic shine, while fluffy carpets invite touch with their soft, seductive allure. The critters, embodiments of maidens, dart and flit about, sometimes hiding, sometimes peering from their secret places, ever watchful of the mole man’s fervent desire.
In this painting, the palpable tension—the raw, unfiltered longing of the protagonist for these peculiar flowers—must reach out and grasp the viewer, drawing them into the fevered, surreal embrace of this otherworldly vision.
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Prompt:
Envision, if you will, a detailed oil painting in the unmistakable style of Balthus, capturing a scene spun from the delicate threads of surrealist fancy. It is a psychedelic hallucination, drifting like opium smoke through a cloudy delirium. In this bizarre and tension-filled land, erratic critters scurry about, and narcissistic angiosperms preen with a disquieting beauty.
At the heart of this unsettling tableau stands our protagonist: a mole man, deformed and disfigured, with a pallor of sickly hue and eyes large and pink, windows to a soul in turmoil. He is drawn, irresistibly, to the flowers—strange blossoms whose faces are at once striking and unsettling. Their eyes, vacant and unseeing, and mouths agape in foolish stupor, cast a spell over him, one of intense, almost unbearable, sexual attraction.
This world, this dreamscape, is a symphony of textures. Surfaces gleam with a polished, almost hypnotic shine, while fluffy carpets invite touch with their soft, seductive allure. The critters, embodiments of maidens, dart and flit about, sometimes hiding, sometimes peering from their secret places, ever watchful of the mole man’s fervent desire.
In this painting, the palpable tension—the raw, unfiltered longing of the protagonist for these peculiar flowers—must reach out and grasp the viewer, drawing them into the fevered, surreal embrace of this otherworldly vision.
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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