Prompt: /masterpiece art pastel ink pencil Dee Nickerson/
Cowboy Scott from the Wild West of the 50s, cheerful, perky, sings in a bar, amuses the crowd, sings the Cowboy song, for other Cowboy. There are cigars, smoke and music. Barrels, pistols, courage, and risk. A real male brutal atmosphere of adrenaline. Whiskey, big expensive cigars and a bartender. Spurs on leather boots.
Cowboy pants and shirts with embroidery
he has cowboy pistols on his sides, Cowboy Scott is more of an actor in his life. Because he feels inner delight, rhythm, and the taste of life. That's why he sings in a cowboy bar for all of them.//
Wild West. Bar. Stage. Audience. Singer with guitar and band. Applause. Scarlet roses. Alcohol and snacks. Weapons. Swing doors of the Wild West saloon. Lots of free space in the room.))
//Me gusta tocar guitarra
Me gusta cantar el sol
Mariachi me acompana
Cuando canto mi canción
Ay, ay, ay, ay Ay, ay, mi amor Ay, mi morena de mi corazón
detailed elaborate, chiaroscuro, dreamy Pastel colors, detailed clothes. Spring
ethereal colorful Gustav Klimt glowing Nicoletta Ceccoli translucent Catrin Welz-Stein illuminated Dee Nickerson absorbing twinkle dust
Prompt: A surreal and eerie scene of a man with the head of a giant fly, wearing a worn-out black buckle hat, sitting alone at a dimly lit bar. His inhuman hands are grotesque, transformed into large, chitinous crab claws that struggle to grasp a shot of whiskey resting on the aged wooden counter. The warm, amber glow from the bar lights reflects off the glass, casting distorted shadows. Smoke lingers in the air, and the atmosphere is thick with mystery, as if he’s waiting for something—or someone. The background is blurred but hints at an old tavern with neon signs flickering, adding a noir-cyberpunk touch to the unsettling yet captivating composition.
Toast to the End of a Jester's Tale - death of a clown
Model:
Photonic
Size:
1152 X 864
(1.00 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: My makeup is dry and it cracks round my chin I'm drowning my sorrows in whiskey and gin The lion-tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar
So let's all drink to the death of a clown Won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown Let's all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor Nobody needs fortunes told anymore The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees And frantically looking for runaway fleas
Let's all drink to the death of a clown So won't someone help me to break up this crown? Let's all drink to the death of a clown La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Let's all drink to the death of a clown
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.
