Prompt: The supreme empress of oneness with an amazingly elaborate universe hairdo with planets, stars and beings in her hair..zowie. Maybe planets appearing to float, to give less of an impression of heaviness. Empress a bit less pale.
Prompt: horror cubism Gustave Doré Greg Rutkowski the raven haired beauty. blood moon rising Sur un bateau. Primitive. Bad blood moon rising. Metallic pewter dress. Fever dream. Eldritch. Wild affect. Wild effect. Covenitch. Almost over the edge. Over her staff. Pure fever. Walking through the city streets.
Prompt: Umm. Painterly. Graham Bruce Richards. Horror. There is a woman who lives in this small village. She is descended from Naiads; nymphs who once lived in watery places. She usually wears a green diaphanous dress, and has small, vestigial gills in her neck.Being only part human; the Naiad doesn't know the secret. She knows only that the spell has many effects on her life. Orchids. She spends most of her days in a pool that is lined with red iridescent tiles, and overlooks the sea. There are red hibiscus planted around the pool. Does he think; oh no wait, it's part of the total capitulation; she must give him everything b/c she is green. Eternal love. An equivalent hate. Malevolent squirrels.
Prompt: not. You know the answer is quite simple. Just start with now and work backwards. disquiets for pale pink.Disgust for pale pink. Bottom biting coyotes. Disgust for pale pink.
Prompt: The house of mirrors. A woman. A quiet resolve is growing. That will not be noticed. v By those who are not looking. v Enduring love will be found.v And flourish under aspen trees, underplanted with narcissus. v And the bunnies will be as goofy as ever. I love and love and love you. As I was always meant to do.
Prompt: She waits for him at dawn. His bright lady of the flowers.An exquisite woman. Painterly. Warm sunset colors of orange, yellow, pink, and violet animate the streaked, layered, notched petals of Echinacea Fresco™ 'Apricot,' The height of nostalgia. Greetings: dear one.Do you think that love is possible? Many and many and many a time has he come. Always she waits. She waits with her heart in her throat. On this rainy night.
Echinacea morning. His bright lady of the flowers. Moonlight, sunlight and earth.
Prompt: horror cubism Gustave Doré Greg Rutkowski the raven haired beauty. blood moon rising Sur un bateau. Primitive. Bad blood moon rising. Metallic pewter dress. Fever dream. Eldritch. Wild affect. Wild effect. Covenitch. Almost over the edge. Over her staff. Pure fever.
Prompt: But y see A fairy queen presiding over her garden. Fairy lights. The bristling, bicolor flower spikes of Kniphofia Pyromania® 'Hot and Cold' blend warm and cool colors simultaneously, the orange-red flower buds opening, from the bottom up, into creamy blossoms. Like other Red Hot Pokers, this one flowers over an extended period with grassy green foliage supporting the long-running show from below.
The 70 or so members of the genus Kniphofia are best known for their towering spikes of tubular, intensely colored flowers. Over the years, breeders have selected varieties with softer colors. Native to Africa, Kniphofias require full sun What she would give to laugh again.
Prompt: Young blond sexy woman wearing cherry earrings and a red dress with a sweetheart necklace so breathtakingly alluring the trees are dropping their flowers in sorrow.
Prompt: Painterly. The face of a woman with marvelous stellate eyes. Dracula's bride. Private. Heroin visions in a purple haze. Others. And her eyes shine more brightly. And desire grew where before there was none. Silver mesh.
Prompt: Falls upriver. Flowers beside a river in full spate, which meets the river of souls, meets the river of berries. An ominous sky. A quaint village. Heavy rain.
A textured gradient of delicate colors. Dear one. Pinks. Peaches. Yellows. Little queenie.
Prompt: Pleading eyes.The family pet. The drama queen. "Hey! Hey! There's a problem. Over here! Right here! It's my food dish! What do you mean, so what? It's completely empty! I'm starving! I'm skin and bones!"
Prompt: This is about summer in the islands off the coast of Maine: The ledges behind Pumpkin Island are covered with gulls all sitting solemnly faced in the same direction. There is no giggling and cackling as your wake passes the ledge today. This is no time for seabird sense of humor. We're going to have some weather. It's a-comin'. She's gonna blow. With the next turn of the tide.
Prompt: The dream she talked into being. Beautiful thick, dark hair. Swimming. Queen of an intricate and strange world. A webbed dress. Only existing at night in the intersection of two small rooms facing each other from across the street. What then the purpose of all this strangeness? She To see her reflection as the moon in a spherical mirror became her sole purpose' Along with her queen.
Prompt: Two sea sprites under a luminous sky. It is complicated. So. She. Secret night meetings at the pool? Palette: benzol green, glaucous blue. Iridescent green tiles. Red bathing suit. Huge white yellow moon. Ambient. Valentine red. Everything you say is hidden under the waterfall. is lost information. creating an enchanted world. Fantastical fountains.
Prompt: Two sea sprites dancing gaily under a luminous sky. It is complicated. It is there. Bubbles in their hair. Palette: benzol green, glaucous blue
Prompt: Nighttime activities on a dear little boat. Smug and horrifying harbor. Blacks, grey, reds. Intense reflectivity. Bram Stokeresque. Huge red and pink flowers. A puppet mistress in a fury in a dress with a plunging back. Horrifying parsnips with frizzy red hair. Cubism. In clear glass.
Prompt: A beautiful woman with lightning crackling in her hair. In her hair. Very long, very thick hair. Deep violet ball gown. Very stormy sky. Yellow flowers. Gorgeous yellow gold embroidery on dress.
Prompt: The centrality of narrative in human life. ambient. Discarding the profusion of information for a concept. She gives all her flowers to him. All right. Fair one. Why did you not want her when she had no flowers? She supposes that's obvious: she had no flowers. The market is pink?
Watercolors, wet on wet, ink and pen, alcohol wash. Mercury glass patina. Egon Schiele.
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.
