Prompt: Morning, home, room, table, two sad men in shirts drinking coffee at the table, blonde woman in very short dress with very deep neckline is sad
Prompt: An ethereal, dreamlike watercolor scene, bathed in hazy, golden afternoon light. A woman sits quietly at a rustic café table along a narrow, rain-soaked cobblestone street. Her translucent short dress softly glows, illuminated by diffused sunbeams filtering through a weathered wooden pergola draped in lavender wisteria. The blossoms cast gentle, blurred shadows, while shafts of golden light spill through the petals. Puddles shimmer beneath her, reflecting lilac hues and soft radiance. A delicate porcelain coffee cup steams before her, its vapor curling into the still, fragrant air. Her pose is relaxed, contemplative — fingertips grazing the rim of the cup, legs crossed. The scene dissolves at the edges into misty washes of muted gold and grey-blue, like the fading memory of a dream. The entire composition exudes a peaceful, radiant stillness, textured by lingering rainfall and a gentle summer breeze — soft, surreal, and suspended in golden reverie.
The cobblestones beneath her glisten with recent rain, scattered puddles catching reflections of light and lilac petals. A delicate porcelain cup of coffee rests before her, steam curling upward into the damp, fragrant air. Her posture is relaxed, contemplative — legs crossed, fingertips grazing the rim of the cup.
The scene around her blurs at the edges, the street and buildings dissolving into soft washes of grey-blue and muted gold, like the remnants of a dream slipping away. The air feels still, yet alive — textured with the gentle hush of rainfall past and the faint stirrings of a summer breeze.
The composition evokes a quiet intimacy, a moment suspended in golden reverie — peaceful, radiant, and full of subtle wonder.
Prompt: A young lady, blond hair, smiling, with a blue dress, and nearby, a delicious strawberry cake with pink icing and rose decorations, on an elegantly set table, surrounded by pretty flowers
Prompt: White background, wet watercolor, sfumato, table, apple on a napkin, vase, bouquet of dried flowers, a straw hat with a red ribbon hanging on the wall, in an old abandoned house, sunbeam, sketching, chiaroscuro, farce, atmospheric
Prompt: A hyper-realistic photograph features a vibrant red crab on a laboratory table, being overgrown by the climbing plant Gynostemma pentaphyllum (Jiaogulan). The crab looks alarmed as delicate, spiral-shaped tendrils of the plant wrap around its claws and limbs, immobilizing it. The plant's five-lobed, serrated green leaves cascade over the crab’s back, emerging from slender green vines. In the background, a blurred laboratory scene with a microscope, a green liquid in a flask, and a glass vial adds scientific context. Soft, natural lighting and shallow depth of field highlight the textures of the crab’s shell and the plant’s fine structure.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
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.
