Prompt: A small, green goblin-like creature is crouched down in a dimly lit, industrial environment. The goblin has large, pointed ears and a distinct, expressive face with deep-set, orange-brown eyes that convey a sense of concentration and determination. Its skin is a vibrant green, showcasing muscular arms and legs that emphasize its strength.
The goblin has a mohawk hairstyle with white hair that stands out against its green skin, adding a touch of ruggedness. It is dressed in a simplistic yet practical outfit: a black, tattered kilt or skirt and a collection of leather straps and armor pieces, including a leather belt and wrist guards. A wooden shield is slung over its back, hinting at a warrior's background.
In front of the goblin, there's an industrial machine made of dark metal, suggesting it is engaged in mechanical work. The background is a slightly weathered industrial setting with pipes and machinery, characterized by muted colors of teal and brown. The lighting is dramatic, casting shadows that emphasize the goblin's muscular physique and the texture of its skin. style by Tomasz Alen Kopera x Alan Lee x Jesper Ejsing
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has[b]rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: A striking oil painting features a pastel Create an painting of A giant Hybrid creature, spider legs, bearded old man body, hairy texture, destroying the New York, destruction of cars and shops, very complex and realistic details, very intricate and detailed details. showcasing vibrant colors and dramatic paint stripes. Thick layers of paint create depth, blending influences from various renowned artists. pencil sketch, Jean-Baptiste Monge
Prompt: A stunning dinosaur girl with shimmering reptilian scales blended seamlessly with soft human features. Her long tail curves elegantly behind her as bioluminescent markings glow across her skin. She stands in a lush prehistoric jungle, sunlight filtering through giant ferns, giving her a mythic, ancient aura.
(fantasy realism, intricate textures, glowing accents, atmospheric jungle light)
Prompt: A realistic fluffy, lavender-colored slime monster, wearing a ridiculously small sun hat and clutching a tiny cocktail umbrella, is attempting to sunbathe on a microscopic iceberg. It looks thoroughly unimpressed with the frigid surroundings. The backdrop is a vibrant, tropical beach filled with confused penguins. Style: A charmingly absurd, brightly colored cartoon style with a surreal, playful twist, evoking the lighthearted chaos of Ren & Stimpy's animation.
Prompt: A painting in oil on canvas, a close up of a reflective Christmas ball hanging from a balsam fir branch with a red ribbon, reflecting the room it is in, most of the reflection is a fisheye view of a cute's monster face and claw as they reach for the ball; background is a cozy festive room; the reflected scene is highly detailed; the surrounding room details are more abstracted; the overall emphasis is on the mischievous monster reaching for the ball.
Prompt: A small whimsical imp sits in a wooden bowl drifting along a gentle green river, paddling with a tiny wooden oar. The imp has soft, slightly shaggy fur, pointed ears, round expressive eyes, and a mischievous but friendly expression. His legs rest casually over the edge of the bowl as the water splashes around him. Soft warm lighting, lush green leaves and foliage in the background, painterly fairytale illustration with smooth textures and enchanting atmosphere. In the style of Chris Dunn × Beatrix Potter × Jean-Baptiste Monge, highly detailed, magical realism, charming fantasy mood.
Prompt: A grizzled, one-eyed troll wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses is attempting to build a sandcastle on a crowded tropical beach, much to the chagrin of nearby sunbathers. A mischievous seagull is eyeing his ice cream cone. The scene is comical and chaotic, captured in a vibrant comic-book style with bold outlines and exaggerated expressions, reminiscent of the energy of early Marvel comics.
Prompt: A whimsical creature stands cheerfully in mid-stride, with a round, plump body and green, scaly skin. It has a wide, menacing grin that displays its sharp, exaggerated teeth. Its large, luminous, reptilian eyes emphasize its dangerous expression. The creature has a small nose and round cheeks, further emphasizing its dangerous nature.
On its head are two small, blue feelers, reminiscent of antennae, which add a distinctive touch to its appearance. It carries a simple backpack, suggesting a thirst for adventure. The creature's right arm is raised, holding a snowball with obvious enthusiasm. Its legs are short and somewhat stocky, ending in sturdy brown shoes that seem made for outdoor mischief. In the background is a meadow lightly dusted with snow, along with some snow-covered bushes, highlighting the creature's lively personality. Style: Terryl Whitlatch x Kazuhiko Nakamura x Symoné Kotoulas
Prompt: A whimsical creature stands cheerfully in mid-stride, with a round, plump body and green, scaly skin. It has a wide, menacing grin that displays its sharp, exaggerated teeth. Its large, bright, reptilian eyes emphasize its dangerous expression. The creature has a small nose and round cheeks, further emphasizing its dangerous nature.
On its head are two small, blue feelers, reminiscent of antennae, which add a distinctive touch to its appearance. It carries a simple backpack, suggesting a thirst for adventure. The creature's right arm is raised, holding a bright red tomato with obvious enthusiasm. Its legs are short and somewhat stubby, ending in sturdy brown shoes that seem made for outdoor mischief. In the background, a meadow of poppies, daisies, and buttercups can be seen, its colors creating an unobtrusive yet harmonious backdrop that highlights the creature's lively personality.,.style by Terryl Whitlatch x Kazuhiko Nakamura x Symoné Kotoulas
Prompt: A highly detailed cinematic dark fantasy scene in a rugged mountainous landscape at twilight, with jagged black rock formations, snow-dusted peaks shrouded in swirling mist, thunderous storm clouds overhead pierced by dramatic shafts of crimson light. Dominating the foreground, a colossal muscular demonic gargoyle beast, slate-gray leathery skin glistening with sweat, massive curved obsidian horns curling back from its snarling skull, jagged fangs dripping saliva from a wide maw, piercing crimson eyes blazing with lustful hunger, enormous bat-like wings unfurled aggressively, clawed talons gripping the earth as its veined, throbbing erection strains against the tattered leather loincloth barely containing it, ripped abdominal muscles and bulging thighs tensed in predatory anticipation. Below him, sprawled provocatively on the cracked stone ground, a voluptuous young woman with cascading raven-black hair matted with dirt, porcelain skin flushed with arousal, fully nude and exposed—pert full breasts heaving with shallow breaths, hardened nipples erect in the chill air, toned legs parted slightly to reveal her slick, swollen labia glistening with desire, one hand trailing teasingly between her thighs while the other clutches at the dirt, her emerald eyes locked upward in a trance of terrified ecstasy, lips parted in a soft moan. In the misty distance, four shadowy armored knights on rearing warhorses charge forward, cloaks billowing, swords drawn, oblivious to the erotic ritual unfolding. Ultra-realistic hyper-detailed rendering, volumetric fog and god rays casting erotic shadows, high dynamic range, 8K resolution, in the provocative style of dark erotic fantasy by Boris Vallejo and Luis Royo, photorealistic CGI with sensual textures and anatomical precision
Prompt: Spiral Mania Monster—a creepy, trippy vortex of twisting limbs and swirling eyes, its body coiling into impossible spirals that pulse like a living hallucination in the dark
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.
