Prompt: early evening. light rain. the sky is covered with clouds, no sunlight. a courtyard between five-storey houses in a post-soviet country. a light fog shrouds the houses. a car with its headlights turned on stands in the courtyard. a man stands beside the car. he holds an umbrella and looks impatiently at the wristwatch on his other hand, apparently waiting for someone. atmosphere of melancholy of courtyard ambiance the and impatient waiting.
Prompt: A woman waiting for some one in a stormy and heavy raining village in a crystal ball , soft pastel watercolor, white highlight , Jean-Baptiste Monge style
Prompt: A group of people standing outside a building with a lot of windows, hypermodernism, a digital rendering, artstation hq, , behance contest winner, crystal cubism, vray, artstation hq, vray tracing.
Prompt: I need love, love Ooh, to ease my mind And I need to find time Someone to call mine My mama said You can't hurry love No, you'll just have to wait She said love don't come easy But it's a game of give and take You can't hurry love No, you'll just have to wait Just trust in a good time No matter how long it takes
Prompt: There are no words to describe this outrage. There is no worse feeling of waiting in line. You wait, you wait, and you get all wound up. Queuing in stores is normal. It doesn't make it easy, just hard. Petrovich and I stood in line at the store, hoping to buy a pair of family underpants, which once a year were thrown on the counter for Soviet citizens. Behind us, a tall citizen took the line. He was thin, tall, had an oval-shaped face, and small gray close-set eyes that looked around viciously. His nose was oversized, his Jewish roots predominating. He was very proud of this fact of his ancestry and often stressed to his acquaintances that his father was of Jewish descent.
Prompt: She sits alone on a boat, in a fog so thick she cannot even pretend to gaze wistfully out toward the home. He is reaching his hand out her as he is falling overboard. At 30 plus she should be OK with the solitude, and she is, for the most part. But it would be nice to not feel so out of place. High detail, watercolour, watercolour and ink, intricate details, a masterpiece Jean Baptists Monge
Prompt: Thrown away
In the dark of night
Casting shadows
There is no light
The things we said
Are all but dead
Depressing visions
Cloud my head
A broken heart
That will never mend
The scars of life, they'll never end
The hopes and fears
The lies and tears
Withdrawel is hard
The pain it grows
This shadow plays
A tear on my soul
This faceless hope
Nowhere to go
I was waiting for you with open arms
No goodbyes
The pain lives on
Searching for you
In disbelief
As dawn approachеs
There is no peacе
Prompt: In the waiting room of the psychoanalysis office, a person with a sullen expression occupies a chair, their face conveying a mix of reluctance and indifference as they contemplate the impending introspection. The sterile atmosphere amplifies the uneasy silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of a flickering fluorescent light
Prompt: Highly detailed watercolor painting of only one humanoid white rabbit holding a very large watch. Background is a black and white whimsical forest. Text "WAITING"
Prompt: A surreal painting of high hopes and the waiting, By Leonora Carrington & Didier Laurence & Naoto Hattori & Nicoletta Ceccoli & Bernard Frize & Gunta Stölzl, James Jean, Mark Ryden, Brian Froud, Zdzisław Beksinski, Hieronymus Bosch, Imperial colors, Elegant, Polished, Masterful surrealism, Crisp quality, Ultra realistic, Hyperrealistic, Ultra detailed, Extremely detailed, insanely intricate, High definition, Sharp focus, depth of field, texture painting, Volumetric lighting, symmetrical, Perfect picture quality, High definition, trending on Artstation, Very attractive, award winning, no compression artifacts, watercolor ink, oil on canvas, acrylic de
Prompt: Single image. The quantum nature of things. Randomness. Dreamscape. There's a woman in a white nightgown who stands by a lantern waiting. She's waiting to catch something she's going to lose, but no one knows what. Even she doesn't know. Only that the rain is life, and there are souls in the rain. There are large white flowers with yellow centers blowing about in the breeze. She knows that if she can't catch what she's waiting for, she cannot live.
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.
