Prompt: his acoustic guitar stands in the corner of the dusty attic, slanted sunlight falling on its front through dancing dust motes. The worn old guitar still remembers the mustic its strings poured forth under his nimble fingers, long ago... Serene image evoking the past, shades of sepia, ochre, dusty pink and periwinkle blue
Prompt: One single fragile white wildflower grows up from its own painting, in an old and forgotten EmmAI sketchbook, in a dusty attic that has an opened window, where a gorgeous sunbeam shining through casting illuminating light on the flower.
Prompt: Create a nostalgic, dreamlike, textured watercolour scene of a woman with massive, luminous white avian wings as she sits hugging her knees in a dimly lit attic. Her head rests gently on her knees, a faint, wistful smile touching her lips, while dusty silvery moonlight filters through a circular leaded window, casting soft shadows of falling feathers. The floor is strewn with glowing feathers that pulse faintly with bioluminescent blue-white light, and more feathers drift downward like snowflakes. Faded tapestries, an antique brass lantern, and scattered handwritten letters clutter the background, all bathed in a muted palette of light grays, dusty lavenders, and warm candle-gold accents. Mood: Quiet melancholy, tender memories suspended in time. intricately textured 3D-shaded impasto mixed media painting.
Prompt: Pieter de Hooch style. inside the narrow secret attic of a master pickpocket in 19th century London. The atmosphere is dubious and a little dim. The narrow attic is crammed with luxurious loot, and the walls are decorated with eye-catching masterpieces. The window shows the city outside.
Prompt: Old radio ham sitting at the desk in his radio studio in the attic trying to pick up a signal from an alien spaceship, sense of curiosity and excitement of scientific inquiry, vintage valve radio set, cozy interior with the old-fashioned furniture, desk lamp
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: Letters in the Attic.
Foreground: A young woman in a faded blue dress sits cross-legged on an old trunk, reading a letter she holds delicately with both hands. Her expression is captured with chiaroscuro-infused impasto — eyes glimmering with emotion under the filtered light, lips slightly parted in silent memory. Strands of her dark hair are painted in bold palette strokes, falling gently across her cheek. Middle ground: Scattered around her are yellowed envelopes, open journals, and sepia-toned photographs — all layered in thick, tangible texture with palette knife work. A dusty beam of sunlight enters through a round attic window, illuminating floating dust particles created with dry brushing and translucent glazing, making the air shimmer with history. Background: Wooden beams of the attic roof arch above her like protective arms, built with warm burnt umber and textured layering. A small shelf holds old toys and a porcelain doll — barely visible, yet speaking softly of childhood. Shadows pool in the corners, allowing the painting’s emotional core to remain grounded and enveloped in introspective stillness.
Prompt: A melancholic clown painting his own portrait in a dimly lit attic studio. The worn-out artist, dressed in tattered overalls with patches and suspenders, sits hunched over a wooden stool, carefully applying paint to his somber, exaggerated expression in the mirror. His reflection reveals deep, weary eyes, a drooping red nose, and a sorrowful smile, capturing the contrast between comedy and despair. The cluttered room is filled with scattered brushes, spilled paint, and aged wooden furniture, evoking a nostalgic and introspective atmosphere. The lighting is soft and moody, with warm highlights casting long shadows, enhancing the emotional depth. The painting style is a blend of Norman Rockwell’s realism and a painterly, expressive touch, adding a sense of storytelling and emotion
Prompt: The small toy robot is made of tin and stands about six inches tall. Its body is a gleaming silver with small red and blue accents along its limbs and chest. The robot's head features two round, black eyes and a small, smiling mouth, all painted on with meticulous detail. It has a pair of articulated arms and legs that move with a satisfying click. The robot’s chest houses a small wind-up key, which, when turned, makes the robot's arms and legs move in a jerky, but endearing, manner.
The robot is located in an old wooden drawer of an antique writing desk. The desk is situated in a dusty corner of a forgotten attic, where sunlight filters through a grimy window, casting a warm glow on the scattered relics and cobwebs. The drawer is partially open, revealing the toy robot nestled among yellowing letters and an assortment of vintage trinkets. The surrounding area is cluttered with old books, framed photographs, and forgotten memorabilia, adding a sense of nostalgia and abandonment to the scene.
Prompt: One single fragile white wildflower grows up from its own painting, in an old and forgotten EmmAI sketchbook, in a dusty attic that has an opened window, where a gorgeous sunbeam shining through casting illuminating light on the flower.
Prompt: scene of man lair garage-warehouse at space ship, filled with wasted pulp comic posters, videodisks, game cartriges and console, two monitors: one is broken with shoot, other still working, flashlight producing strong spot ray on big skeleton in remains of space working overalls sitting at a table, his head lays resting on the tabletop as if hi sleeps and palm still pressing a big red alarm button with his finger, eldritch night at space at porthole, by Russ Mills, Frank Miller, Matt Hubel Book illustration ink and watercolors hyperdetailed dramatic light gothic art
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: “The Ginger Girl and the Glass Letters”
Foreground: On an old wooden bench beneath a tall window, sits a young girl with flowing ginger hair, cascading down her back like molten copper. In her hands, she holds a sheet of glass, carefully engraving words into it with a fine steel pen. Her face is softly lit — her gaze gentle, but her eyes reflect the echo of something long sealed away. At her feet lies a shattered wooden box once filled with glass letters — some cracked, some still intact.
Middle ground: Scattered across the floor are glass panes, each etched with words, names, fragments of poetry. Light reflects and dances across them. In the background stands an antique writing desk, covered in crumpled paper, empty inkwells, and dried roses hanging from a shelf. Beside it, a small iron stove releases a faint trail of smoke — it smells like warmth, but also memory.
Background: Behind her, a large foggy window reveals the outside world. Rain is falling softly, thick drops sliding down the glass like unspoken truths. In the distance, the silhouette of a tree bends in the wind, letting go of its final autumn leaves.
Techniques: Mixing Palette Knife: seen in the texture of her hands and the reflections in the glass — sharp transitions of light and shadow, like wounds turned to ornament. Impasto: in the surface of her cheeks and the letters scattered on the floor — thick, textured brushstrokes give emotional depth physical form. Glazing: in the rain on the window, the shimmer of the glass, and the copper tones in her hair — light layered delicately to create an atmosphere of quiet sorrow and inner strength.
Prompt: One single fragile white wildflower grows up from its own painting, in an old and forgotten EmmAI sketchbook, in a dusty attic that has an opened window, where a gorgeous sunbeam shining through casting illuminating light on the flower.
Prompt: ((Irene Sheri Vishnevskaya, Yves Saint-Laurent, Conrad Roset, Sigmar Polke, Jackson Pollock, Catherine Pooler)) She is draped in mourning black and gloomy yellow, in a cobwebbed attic, once a haven for her dreams, now mirrored the desolation in her heart. A darkness, a chilling certainty, settled upon her
Prompt: One single fragile white wildflower grows up from its own painting, in an old and forgotten EmmAI sketchbook, in a dusty attic that has an opened window, where a gorgeous sunbeam shining through casting illuminating light on the flower.
Prompt: One single fragile white wildflower grows up from its own painting, in an old and forgotten EmmAI sketchbook, in a dusty attic that has an opened window, where a gorgeous sunbeam shining through casting illuminating light on the flower.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: "Morning in the Attic"
Foreground: A ginger-haired girl sits on a messy attic bed, dressed in a white linen shirt, bare feet on the wooden floor. Her rich, wavy hair falls over her shoulders as she holds a steaming cup of tea. Her eyes are dreamy, gazing into the distance.
Middle ground: Behind her, light filters through an old attic window, breaking over hanging plants and glass jars of lavender on a shelf. The walls are wooden, etched with time — carved phrases and nailed-up photographs.
Background: Through the window, morning begins — snow on rooftops, a pigeon landing on the sill, and distant chimneys puffing smoke. The whole scene seems to breathe with her breath.
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.
