Prompt: Sketch of a man sitting on a suitcase, hands covering face,side view, bent posture, black ballpoint pen lines, minimalist approach, Banksy-inspired style, urban setting, emotional expression, raw and authentic, monochromatic palette, fine details, evocative shadows, street art vibe, impactful composition, high contrast, artistic flair.
Prompt: Ko brez miru okrog divjam,
prijatelji prašajo me, kam?
Prašajte raj’ oblak nebá,
prašajte raji val morjá,
kadàr mogočni gospodar
drvi jih sem ter tja vihar.
Oblak ne ve, in val ne, kam;
kam nese me obup, ne znam.
Samó to znam, samó to vem,
da pred obličje nje ne smem,
in da ni mesta vrh zemljé,
kjer bi pozabil to gorjé.
Prompt: This image depicts a haunting scene of a skeletal figure rising from dark water. The desolate environment features decaying walls and dim, ominous lighting, creating an atmosphere of despair and isolation.
Prompt: a dog in the city, rendered in grayscale ink wash style reminiscent of Yoji Shinkawa. The scene is stark and windswept, with expressive brushstrokes conveying motion and melancholy. The background fades into soft mist and negative space. A single splash of red adds dramatic contrast and emotional intensity. The composition feels cinematic, moody, and painterly, with a balance of elegance and tension.
Prompt: FOG, FOG, fog everywhere = Can't see an inch. Only here maybe something - or not? - well, clearly fog, and here.. ..nothing more, just fog! But maybe there's something here? Well, maybe.. maybe it's something. But what? What could it be? It's really hard to tell. Maybe just a guess.. Okay, I know I'm outside somewhere, even though I can't see anything but fog. Here, what could be something is at the bottom left, that is: what could be at the bottom left? Maybe a mňágaažďorb?!
Prompt: Desert wind minimalist portrait of a Somali wild ass standing on sun baked plain with distant horizon. Composition: strong negative space horizontal, ass centered-left to emphasize isolation. Lighting: harsh midday sun with crisp long shadows; gritty texture. Palette: pale dun hide, sun-bleached sand, cobalt sky. Texture & detail: hide texture, ear tuft, nostril detail. Artist-mix: minimalist documentary , graphic editorial lines. Camera: 70–200mm telephoto, f/8; output 4k. Variations: wild-herd rescue narrative and drought-response callout.
Prompt: In the hands of a pirate, a fish bowl held by a Pirate. The fishbowl contains A distraught Japanese-American mermaid with green kelp blue balayage long flowing hair and sesame skin, with a tail and seashell top made of all different gorgeous colors of a shimmery green kelp and abalone. She is trapped inside a fishbowl. The faint reflection of the pirate ship sails and a rainbow pirate flag looks similar to bars on a prison cell. She wears a tiara with a black box with a blue figure silhouette inside the diamond.
Prompt: A desolate countryside under a dark, clouded sky without stars, a single farmhouse in the distance with one faintly glowing window, rendered in Van Gogh’s swirling, textured strokes and a palette of dark blues, grays, and ochres evoking quiet despair.
Prompt: Create an intricate black and white psychedelic background with swirling, twisting patterns of varying textures, including spirals, waves, and abstract geometric shapes that form a maze-like environment. In the center, depict a person in a crouching position with knees bent, elbows on thighs, and hands clutching the sides of their head. The person should have an expression of shock or horror with their mouth wide open as if screaming. The individual should have skin covered in a vivid rainbow-colored pattern consisting of concentric circles and swirling designs that resemble body paint or tattoos. The clothing should match this pattern, giving the appearance that the person is seamless with the colorful design. Make the eyes wide with visible whites and the hair concealed or conforming to the pattern on the skin, thereby not detracting from the cohesive patterned aesthetic. The artwork should have a surreal, otherworldly feel with a high level of detail and visual complexity.
Prompt: A bleak art style impasto painting of a melting monster. The monster is made of metal and is dripping. The background is a desolate landscape with a few buildings. The painting has a splatter art style. The overall image has a dark color palette.
Prompt: Mysterious figure with a tree silhouette against a vibrant red sun, surreal atmosphere, intricate details, dynamic composition, deep shadows, intense color contrast, digital painting, textured brushstrokes, fantasy elements, inspired by Mads Berg and Russ Mills, reminiscent of Arik Brauer's style, with a touch of Kurt Roesch and Grzegorz Domaradzki, trending on DeviantArtHQ, influenced by Lee Loughridge and Dean Ellis, hint of Darek Zabrocki's aesthetics.
Prompt: A sad young girl with broken, torn clothes sits in a gloomy, desolate landscape. Big tears roll down her cheeks as she stares into the distance. The scene is captured in a cinematic shot view, with dramatic lighting and a moody, film-like atmosphere.
Prompt: Silhouettes emerging, Brazil in flames, seven heads dragin, mysterious figures, obscured faces, ethereal presence, haunting atmosphere, misty black fog, dimly lit background, shadows cast, enigmatic forms, eerie setting, dramatic lighting, hints of movement, surreal and enigmatic, digital art, high contrast, deep blacks and grays, atmospheric perspective, tension in the air, captivating and enigmatic by digirobson anjomestre.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic, cinematic scene depicting the psychological horror of experiencing one's greatest fear. A person is utterly alone, trapped in a small, featureless, and windowless concrete room. The only light is a single, flickering cold light source from outside the frame, casting long, distorted shadows that seem to move. The person is curled into a corner, face etched with pure terror, anxiety, and the dawning horror of eternal solitude. The style is dark, high contrast, high gamma, and deeply unsettling, emphasizing the bad vibes and primal fear of being abandoned forever. Photorealistic, 8k, chilling atmosphere.
Prompt: October 12th, 1898.
The Old Girl’s bones are groaning tonight. Thirty years I’ve kept her lamps lit, felt her pulse through the spiral stairs, weathered gales that’d strip paint from iron… but this? This storm’s a different beast. A mad, roaring bastard clawing at the rock since yesterday’s dusk.
It ain’t just the wind – though God knows it screams like a thousand lost souls down the chimney, rattling the very plates in the cupboard. It’s the sea. Never seen water climb like this. Great black mountains heaving themselves against the cliffs, exploding into the sky higher than the lantern room itself. The whole tower shudders with each impact, a deep, sickening thud you feel in your teeth, followed by the deluge – salt spray like gunfire against the thick glass, even up here.
The light… keeping her steady is near killing me. The mechanism whines against the unnatural strain, the gale trying to wrench the lens off its track. Every half-hour, fighting my way down to the service room feels like a war. Leaning into the wind just to stay upright on the catwalk, soaked to the skin in seconds despite the oilskins. Hands raw from hauling fuel, ears ringing constant.
Down in the cottage, the sound… it’s not just noise. It’s a pressure, like the island itself is drowning. The stink of salt and wet stone, the kerosene clinging to everything. Found myself shouting at the kettle just to hear my own voice. Remember ’68? A squall compared to this. This feels… sentient. Hungry. Saw the wreck of the Marianne flash in my mind earlier – saw her bones in the white water churning below the point. Prayed no poor souls are out there tonight. Prayed the light cuts through this filthy murk.
Back up top now. Lamp’s holding. Brass fittings weeping condensation. Hands trembling – age or fear, hard to tell. Glanced at Bella’s old chair. Could have sworn I saw her face in the salt-streaked glass for a second, pale and worried. Told her, silent-like: “Still standing, love. Light’s still burning.”
But Christ Almighty… this storm. It feels like the end of the world trying to batter down our door. Hope dawn finds the island still here. Hope the light was enough. – Silas Crowe
Prompt: masterpiece, photorealistic, a person sits in a crowded, noisy cafe, but they are utterly isolated. Their hand is pressed to their temple in a headache of disbelief. From their ear, a ghostly, visual representation of a spoken sentence unravels into a tangled, fraying web of possible meanings, intentions, and lies, each word splitting into contradictory definitions and sinister motives. Their eyes are unfocused, looking inward at this exhausting mental process, surrounded by people but completely alone. Shallow depth of field, surreal, emotionally draining, sense of intellectual isolation.
Prompt: A half drawn, sketchy, surreal, textured, rickety, very weatherbeaten, damaged, broken wooden, single room hut, tiny, perches very high above a rock cliff, under a massive outcrop, partly obscured, surrounded by a deep tropical, misty, obscured, forest valley can be just glimpsed, the support ropes are frayed and a lot of the wooden slats are missing or rotten, small, very broken, a storm is brewing in the distance, waves are calm, mist rises, a door hangs by it's bottom hinge at an ugly, awkward angle where it h has been forced open, acrylic art, highly detailed, blur, misty, dew, early morning, low light, dim, remote, isolated, antique, mysterious.acrylic art, highly rough drawn, missing pieces, lots of extra fibres and frayed, surreal parts hang, stick out, long twisted cable rope twines up to help support the structure.
Prompt: A caricature-style classroom scene in the vein of Peter Bagge, with exaggerated expressions and wobbly, elastic lines. In the center sits a shy, quiet kid made of bright playdough, slumped and uncertain, their form slightly sagging with fingerprints and dents. Around them, hyperactive classmates with wild, over-the-top grins play chaotically — a few gleefully tear off chunks of the playdough kid’s body and dash away, holding the pieces like trophies. The classroom is drawn with warped perspective and loud, clashing colors, desks bending at odd angles, posters peeling, and crayons scattered across the floor. The mood is surreal yet humorous, blending manic cartoon energy with an undercurrent of vulnerability and absurd symbolism.
Prompt: A haunting scene featuring a silhouette of a child's profile carved into a shattered wall. Inside the silhouette, a desolate landscape unfolds with dark, abandoned buildings and a cloudy sky filled with flying birds. A young boy sits alone on a wooden chair, gazing downward in a desolate environment, dressed in simple, worn clothing. The atmosphere conveys themes of isolation and reflection, blending surreal elements with a stark reality. The overall color palette is dark and moody, emphasizing the emotional weight of the scene.
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.
