Prompt: island lanscape bird's eye view, black and white slightly colorized blue, ocean, waves, drawing, graphics, pen, engraving, woodcut, highly detailed, by Albrecht Durer, by MC Escher
Prompt: A fresh mood is conveyed by the rays of the sun. In the distance between the houses where the sun shines on the rays, dust shimmers. She is clearly visible. The long bus was driving a very big traffic jam. After the cork turned at the turn, but met again.
Prompt: Create a dreamy and mysterious image of a huge tsunami wave looming over a city. The photo should be realistic and evoke a sense of danger and foreboding. Add a touch of eerie ambiance to the image to create a feeling of unease and mystery. Show the force and power of the tsunami, making the viewer feel like they are witnessing an event of biblical proportions. Be creative with your use of color and texture to create a haunting and captivating image that captures the destructive power of nature.
Prompt: I want you, I need you
But there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you
Now don't be sad, (Don't be sad cause)
Cause two out of three ain't bad
Now don't be sad, (Cause)
Cause two out of three ain't bad
You'll never find your gold on a sandy beach
You'll never drill for oil on a city street
I know you're lookin' for a ruby in a mountain of rocks
But there ain't no Coupe de Ville hidin'
At the bottom of a Cracker Jack box
I can't lie, I can't tell you that I'm somethin' I'm not
No matter how I try, I'll never be able
To give you somethin', somethin' that I just haven't got
Prompt: Life prepares for obstacles. On the road along the way, someone broke the bottles and drew the texts upside down with crayons. It was necessary to run and read the ciphers of the secret society. Coming out of this rut went to the rays of the bright sun.
Prompt: Terror Couple Kill Colonel
Terror Couple Kill Colonel
Terror Couple Kill Colonel
in his West German home
tabloid, newspaper, front page, scandal, murder, terrorism, print media
Prompt: All gates were blocked from all sides. There was nowhere to move, it was necessary to run across the gate. Running through the air All roads have melted away and it runs beautifully on asphalt. Like spring flowers, runners plow along the tracks.
Prompt: As the last moments of the Earth ticked away, I stood on the shore and watched as a massive wave, higher than any I had ever seen, approached from the horizon. The water had turned an ominous shade of black and was carrying with it a putrid smell, as though something had died and was now being dragged towards us. I tried to run, but my feet refused to move as the wave came crashing down on me, engulfing me in darkness and crushing me with a force that made me feel as though my very bones were being ground to dust. And then... nothing. Just an endless void, with no hope or light to guide me
Prompt: The Saturday silence was shattered by the loud cries of young men of bandit appearance. One said that he would catch up with me, but he did not catch up. And for the sake of interest, I lowered the pace from 4.50 to 5:30. Looks like health and a car of drunk energy drink with beer was not enough for overclocking. The dog whined, on a flooded patch. I wanted to have breakfast.
Prompt: Along the roadsides, a blue tractor drove towards me and dispersed people along the way. In order not to drive through the fields with a blue tractor, I ran around it and, moving along the rays of the sun, ended up in the park. Where, after gaining loads, I flew along the melted bicycle-running-walking-pesohozyaevoy path.
Prompt: young girl dancing in the shape of a crashing wave; Speedpaint with large brush strokes paint splatter; paint drips; drip painting; by Brian Kesinger, Victo Ngai, Jeffrey Catherine Jones, RHADS, Wadim Kashin; a masterpiece; maximalist; uncanny; highly detailed and intricate, beautiful colors
Prompt: Dirt flies from under the wheels of cars getting on the side of the asphalt. The last puddles are living out their happy days. The bricks were dismantled and revealed above them a desert of unstable land. Birds fly and bathe in puddles. Glowing in the rays of the sun.
Prompt: Beautiful and big sun. It fries the snow with its positive mood, which melts and burns. Makes children freckles and pleases. People are actively walking along the asphalt, and objects are being exchanged near the fence drenched in the sun
Prompt: Spring very accurately shows who littered where. Somewhere there are bags full of garbage, somewhere there are bags of chips and milk. Somewhere cigarettes with painted crayfish and impotence. The ambulance flew forward in this gray darkness.
Prompt: Made a hitch after a difficult Saransk day. I rocked myself in the hall to the rhythms of RAMSTEIN and received a branded magic screwdriver from Catherine from 7 Roads, it fits perfectly with the 7 Roads branded T-shirt. I'm going to have a cake, Katya and Anton have a birthday.
Prompt: Naked men in only T-shirts run through the fog. The Barboskins with the whole team gathered at the start. 350 runners at the start were devoured by darkness and after a while you run alone. But when you run back, you see that everything is so bad, there are people behind you, and you are not the last. The calm silence of the cemetery and the rooks, as well as the boy with cerebral palsy, motivated him to run away. The Chinese were ready to press the heel of the gas. The police caught violators, and what a cunning stuntman staged demonstration shows on a moped. Jumped and flew on his own bike. At the end, the guys of our club gave me a flag in my hands, warmly and with support finished after. Smoke was smoking in the barrel, and there were pictures of joyful and sometimes accustomed runners
Prompt: Near the fence there is a sofa in an upright position, a tired person can sleep standing up in the fog enveloping his whole essence. The headlights of the car flicker like traces of a monster in a milky fog. The man is marching from the real, probably waiting for the order of the donerka chef, who slowly wraps it up to the songs. Owners open store
Prompt: Sunny beauty shimmers on the strings of asphalt strips. The rhythm of the road lures you to take bold and confident steps. The traffic lights go from red to green like flashing lights. The dog sniffs fresh bitches. And the man takes the projectile and crouches with it.
Prompt: Everyone on the streets has died out, only barricades with sand and plastic pipes from star wars lie on the road. Dogs have orgies while no one is watching. Unless people passing by. The sun shimmers with gold on the road. A man in a zebra jacket was walking in his direction. Buses are empty, nobody.
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.
