Prompt: A humanlike anthropomorphic turtle sits slumped on a massive pile of money, wearing rumpled striped pajamas and worn-out slippers. His round glasses are slightly crooked, and his grey hair sticks out in disheveled tufts, giving him the tired, confused look of someone in way over their head.
His expression is clueless and vacant—wide, unfocused eyes, slack jaw, raised eyebrows—capturing the tone of a satirical political cartoon rather than something cute. His posture is awkward and unflattering, emphasizing his obliviousness.
In front of him, an old TV broadcasts a chaotic world on fire: buildings collapsing in exaggerated, warped shapes, flames drawn in bold jagged strokes, smoke curling into harsh inked spirals. The fiery glow reflects in his glasses, highlighting his confusion rather than concern.
The overall style is gritty, editorial, and satirical—thick outlines, cross-hatching, muted color palette, and exaggerated proportions typical of newspaper political cartoons. The scene carries a tone of ironic detachment and pointed commentary rather than humor or charm.
Prompt: The appeal of self-isolation increases with age. As each day passes, I can hear my garage call to me, louder and louder. To tinker. To make things no one wants. To take apart things that are broke just to see why they are broke. To carve and craft wood and metal. I know I should spend my time in many other ways. Perhaps, someday the behavior will seem more appropriate. As it stands now, it is just a place I sneak away to for a moment of solid. For relaxation that stretches my brain to its limits. I must create. I have no goal of fame nor fortune. Indeed, neither seem appealing. I just need to make things.
Prompt: A 5-year-old boy, named Ahmed, runs through a field of golden wheat in a small rural village in Sindh, Pakistan. The sun shines bright and hot overhead.
Ahmed wears a bright yellow shirt and green pants, which flap in the wind as he runs. His bare feet squish in the mud as he stops to examine a small sprout that has just broken through the soil.
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.
