Prompt: Here he enters the clearing straight to the ocean-sea;
lies across it miracle Yudo Fish-Whale.
All its sides are pitted palisades driven into the ribs,
The fuss is noisy on the tail The village stands on its back;
The men are plowing on the lip, The boys are dancing between the eyes,
And in Dubrovo, between his mustaches,The girls are looking for mushrooms.
By Ivan Bilibin, Ivan Aivazovsky
Prompt: "A joyful girl is dancing in the center of an octagonal room. All the walls, the floor, and the ceiling are made of mirrors, reflecting her from every angle. A grand crystal chandelier hangs from the mirrored ceiling, adding to the reflections. The girl's movements create a mesmerizing pattern of reflections throughout the room, with her image and the chandelier appearing countless times in the mirrors. The overall scene is both elegant and magical, capturing the beauty of the dance and the stunning mirror effects.
By Edgar Degas,Yayoi Kusama,M. C. Escher
Prompt: My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Prompt: Only the proud Stormy Petrel Hits boldly
and freely over the ocean gray with foam!
Ever more somber and ever lower
the storm clouds descend above the sea
and the waves sing and explode
to the heights to meet the thunder.
The thunder reverberates. Waves moan
quarreling with the wind
in a froth of rage. The wind seizes
a pack of waves in powerful embrace
and hurls them with all its might
on the crags smashing the emerald masses
into splashes and spray.
Like black lightning the Stormy Petrel
ascends, pierces the clouds like an arrow,
plucks the foam of the waves with his wing.
Now he bears himself, like a demon —
proud, a black demon of the tempest —
he laughs and sobs... He laughs
above the storm clouds and sobs from joy!
A keen demon, he long since hears the weariness
in the storm’s rage, he’s certain
that the storm clouds will not hide
the sun — no they will not hide it!
The wind howls... The thunder reverberates...
Like blue flame above the bottomless sea
a flock of clouds blazes. The sea tries to catch
the arrows of lightning and snuff them out
in its abyss. Lightning reflections
writhe in the sea like flaming serpents.
— The storm! Soon the storm will burst!
The daring Stormy Petrel proudly flits
between the lightning above the angry roaring
of the sea; the prophet of victory screams:
— Let the storm burst more severely!..
by Ivan Aivazovsky,Albert Bierstadt
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.
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