Prompt: Moonrise Over the Ocotillo Grove: In a wide arroyo ringed with low volcanic ridges, a grove of ocotillo plants rises like green lightning from the sand — their tall, spiny stalks crowned with flickering red blossoms. The full moon, enormous and low on the horizon, emerges between two hills, casting long shadows that crisscross like calligraphy over the desert floor. The air is utterly still, save for the distant cry of a nightjar, echoing once and gone. The ocotillo branches sway slightly — not from wind, but as if moved by the moon’s arrival. Maxfield Parrish renders the lunar light as pure magic — silvered, soft, and surreal, turning every plant into a luminous sculpture. Andrew Wyeth carves texture from the quiet: the ripple of moonlight on sand, the subtle pulse of a blossom, the cool press of shade. Albert Bierstadt opens the ridges outward like arms — cradling moon and grove alike in a moment of celestial benediction.
Prompt: First Drops on the Ocotillo Ridge: Along a ridgeline cut from red stone and dust, the first drops of rain fall — slow, warm, and deliberate — dotting the chalk-dry earth like spilled ink. An ocotillo cactus stretches skyward in elegant silhouette, its thin arms tipped with sudden crimson blooms awakened by the storm’s arrival. Far below, the desert floor shimmers under the thickening clouds, and the scent of petrichor rises like incense. The sky churns with indigo and gold — sun breaking through ragged clouds to spotlight distant plateaus wrapped in vapor. Maxfield Parrish renders the heavens with a spectral brilliance: rays of filtered gold splitting shadow and color into dreamlike contrast. Andrew Wyeth paints the first raindrops on rock and petal with hushed intimacy — every bead a whisper of renewal. Albert Bierstadt gives scale to the cliffs and sweeping basin below, capturing the way the desert braces for the miracle of rain.
Prompt: Sunset Behind the Sleeping Butte: As the sun lowers behind a colossal butte, its curved silhouette resembles a figure at rest — a great stone sleeper wrapped in shadow. The sandstone surface, wind-worn and time-carved, glows with the last warmth of day: gold fading into rose, then into the indigo of coming night. The sky stretches wide and undisturbed, brushed with translucent lavender cirrus, while the land itself holds still as prayer. A single ocotillo stands in the foreground, its long green spines tipped with red blooms, barely trembling in the breeze. Maxfield Parrish saturates the horizon in radiant bands of color, the sky flowing like a desert lullaby. Andrew Wyeth captures the grain of the butte’s face, the dusty fray of each bloom, and the still breath of the ocotillo. Albert Bierstadt positions the scene as if seen from a cathedral — the desert sanctified in quiet, light, and the holiness of scale.
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.
