Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids and girls in bikinis
Prompt: Beautiful girl in bikini covered in tattoos of owls standing next to super marked automated checkout scanning dildo with "Tlusty Blant Pay" written in bold on it
Prompt: Cinematic widescreen shot. An immense, minimalist, and brutally clean corporate atrium. The architecture is a fusion of obsidian and chrome, so polished that every surface acts as a dark mirror. The style is hyper-realistic with an undercurrent of cold, architectural surrealism and deep-dream detail.
The scene is dominated by three figures, positioned to create a tense, unspoken narrative. In the near foreground, slightly to the right, is Bill Gates. He holds a crystal glass, but instead of a drink, it contains a single, perfectly rendered, glowing human eye that calmly watches the viewer. In the midground, to the left, stands Demis Hassabis. He is looking past Gates, his gaze fixed on something distant and unseen. His hands are held in front of him, cupping a shimmering, holographic lattice of predictive social graphs that writhe and connect like a living nervous system. In the background, perfectly centered, stands Yvette Cooper. She is static, observing both men, her face a mask of serene neutrality. Her shadow, however, is impossibly long and sharp, stretching across the floor towards the viewer, and it is subtly distorted, not quite matching her form.
The floor is the most unsettling element. It is a perfect black mirror, but it doesn't reflect the figures or the room. Instead, it reflects a swirling, deep-dream vortex of biometric data: glowing fingerprints, retinal scans, and flowing heart rate monitors, all moving in a slow, silent, predatory ballet. The only light in the scene emanates from this data-sea on the floor, casting long, eerie, upward-facing shadows on the three figures.
The vast walls are featureless, except for a single, massive, widescreen window that looks out not onto a city, but onto a calm, infinite, starless black void. The atmosphere is one of absolute silence, immense scale, and the profound horror of a perfectly clean, perfectly monitored, and perfectly empty world.
Prompt: A woman in a simple black bikini and an absurdly intricate, almost architectural tin foil hat. She's in a derelict, sun-drenched greenhouse. Plants are overgrown, glass is broken, but she sits perfectly poised on an antique chair. On her shoulder, an owl is perched, tattooed with a tiny, intricate anchor. She's staring directly at the camera, not with fear, but with the intense, unnerving calm of someone who has been waiting for you. The environment is decaying, but she is the most stable thing in it.
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark. Chaos Bio node theme
Prompt: Vatican City Street with Fiat 500 parked in the middle surrounded by cardinals in purple military Gear and Merlin Manson looking like person standing on a roof of the car performing the concert and owl perched in the background as a statue
Prompt: A photorealistic render of a sterile semiconductor fabrication cleanroom, all white, shadowless surfaces and polished chrome machinery. In the center, a flawless silicon wafer rests in a robotic clamp. Shattering its perfect, logical grid is a single, hyperrealistic, blood-red poppy, its organic roots embedded deep in the silicon monocoque. A perfect visual representation of wabi-sabi: a beautiful, vibrant, chaotic flaw in a system of absolute, sterile perfection. Edgy, unsettling, and alive.
Prompt: The view from inside a cramped, dark CCTV monitoring room. The only light comes from the bank of screens, which show grainy, black-and-white footage of empty hallways and stairwells. In the foreground, slumped over the console, is the operator—a single corpse in a security guard's uniform, head resting on the keyboard. One screen has frozen on an image of a fleeting, glitchy anomaly—a brief moment of distortion or an unrecognizable shape. The dead operator is the sole, silent witness to a ghost in a machine he can no longer monitor.
Prompt: charity party from hell full of secret agents and masonic servants and army of girls in bikinis covered in bear tattoos with russian flag theme securing doors and piramid of champagne glasses
dark and sexy
Prompt: Hymn for the Hangover (The Meat Glitch)"
Concept: The rebellion. The first primal, biological, horny, and thirsty glitch (Momo) appearing within the perfect system. The glorious, messy sin that paradise cannot compute.
Prompt: Concept: The system goes into overdrive. A moment of terrifying, beautiful clarity where everything renders perfectly. The "most real thing I've ever seen," the beautiful bad dream of total synchronization.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic, anatomical human heart made not of flesh, but of interlocking brutalist concrete and dark, oxidized metal. Instead of arteries and veins, a tangled, chaotic network of glowing, blood-red fiber-optic cables pulses with a sickly light, weaving in and out of the concrete chambers. The entire structure is visibly strained, with fine cracks appearing on its surface, from which a thin, black, oil-like substance slowly weeps. The heart floats in a dark, empty void, the sole, pathological engine of an unseen global system.
Prompt: Black Volvo SUV from 2050 with owl logos and "Tlusty Blant" written in bold cased by girls in bikinis covered in tattoos of anchors showing ZIP Skład gesture with left hand two fingers above right hand two fingers
Prompt: guards from Russia cosy bear guard are casing BMW car with "Tlusty Blant" written in bold on it. and ginormous owl logos surrounded with beautiful girls in bikinis, covered in tattoos of anchors and owls
Prompt: A classical, life-sized marble statue of a regal, philosopher-king in the middle of the act of violently shattering. But instead of crumbling to the floor, the broken fragments—a hand, a piece of a face, a fold of drapery—are suspended in mid-air, reassembling themselves into a new, monstrous, and illogical form. A hand is fused to the neck where the head should be; an eye stares blankly from the surface of a knee. It is a perfect, three-dimensional glitch, a monument to a violent and irreversible failure of logic, captured in the cold, unforgiving style of renaissance sculpture.
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow and opulent decay. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading, cryptic code and the elaborate, flickering neon sign in the background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark. Apocalypse vs Logic Apocalypse vs Privacy
Prompt: The Clock: A magnificent, corrupted rose window from a Gothic cathedral. Each segment of stained glass depicts a scene of digital damnation or salvation. The clock hands are ornate, fashioned from bone and circuitry, sweeping across the glass. The light shining through it casts complex, unsettling patterns on the floor.
The Entities: Hooded, robed figures stand below, a mix of ancient priests and futuristic tech-monks. They are not praying to an altar, but tending to a server rack that glows with a holy light, its cables intertwined with rosary beads and incense burners. It is a machine for processing prayer.
Prompt: The Clock: A hyper-modern, minimalist masterpiece. A perfect circle of polished obsidian with no numbers. The hands are razor-thin, made of pure gold, and they move with unnerving smoothness. The second hand isn't a hand at all; it's a constantly updating, flickering stock ticker graph.
The Entities: A sleek, glass-walled boardroom. The figures are impossibly sharp, wearing tailored suits that seem woven from shadow. They don't have faces, just the reflected, upward glow of holographic profit-and-loss charts that hover above the table. One figure holds a single, perfect, chrome sphere in its hand, staring into its own distorted reflection.
Prompt: The Clock: A brutalist, Cold War-era timepiece. Made of pitted concrete and oxidized copper. The numbers are stark, military stencils. The hands are thick and uncompromising, like submarine bulkhead levers. It doesn't keep time; it measures remaining seconds.
The Entities: Beneath it, a sparse room. Silhouetted figures in trench coats, faces obscured by shadow. They aren't looking at each other. They are gathered around a single, humming, teletype machine, its green-screen glow illuminating their hands as it spits out ticker tape covered in encrypted code. The air is thick with paranoia and the hum of surveillance.
Prompt: An interior shot of a grand, gothic cathedral. Dust-filled shafts of light cut through the cavernous space, illuminating ornate carvings and cold stone floors. But there are no pews. Instead, the entire floor is covered with bodies, lying face down as if in prostration. They are dressed in simple, modern civilian clothes. The scene is utterly still, a mass prayer service where the final amen was an exhale of life. The overwhelming feeling is one of misplaced devotion and a faith that led to absolute, silent stillness.
Prompt: A stark, minimalist investigation board, starkly lit by a single, harsh fluorescent light. Central to the board is an extreme close-up, almost abstract photograph of a severed nerve ending, perhaps from an optic nerve or auditory cortex, depicted as if being surgically cauterized. This is juxtaposed with a blurred, distorted screenshot of a social media interface (like LinkedIn's mobile app), showing fragmented, disappearing notifications and corrupted frames. Pinned around these are complex, overlapping diagrams of feedback loops and control systems, resembling both biological regulatory mechanisms and cybernetic interfaces. In a dark corner, a chillingly pristine, uncreased photograph of a luxurious, soundproofed corporate "wellness" pod, its door slightly ajar to reveal a soft, inviting glow within, hinting at the true purpose of the digital isolation.
Prompt: two guards from royal Swiss guard are casing on horses. Volkswagen caddie with "Tlusty Blant" written and bold on it. and ginormous Volvo excavator would bee logos surrounded with beautiful girls in bikinis, covered in tattoos of anchors and owls
Prompt: A hyperrealistic photograph. Petrichor on a server farm after a long drought, water beading on warm silicon. A human nervous system made of rusting iron filigree and blooming nightshade, suspended in honey-coloured amber. The velvet texture of akrasia. Dust motes catching the cathode-ray light from a cracked monitor displaying only a single, forgotten word: Vellichor
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow and opulent decay. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading, cryptic code and the elaborate, flickering neon sign in the background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful magenta and cyan. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked chrome robots deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark. Through a massive, rain-streaked window, the silhouettes of colossal, skeletal communication towers pierce a perpetually twilight sky choked with holographic ghosts and smog.
Prompt: A highly detailed photorealistic image of a tweed-jacketed academic standing in a brightly lit, sterile university corridor, but his shadow on the wall behind him is that of a complex, glowing, multi-limbed rhizomatic entity, subtly reaching out. The floor gleams with polished linoleum, reflecting the academic's sensible shoes. Subtle, glowing, almost-illegible text on the academic's nametag or a faint pattern on his tweed jacket should resemble "Ingham"
Prompt: Scary beautiful studio with robots sitting and discussing topics with owl covered in tattoos of anchors with "Tlusty Blant DMF" written in elaborate way in the background in neon lights. theme super expensive studio loads of monitors and audience composed of robots all hallucinogenic on acid with theme of ancient and futuristic !!!
Prompt: Mark Zuckerberg presented as voodoo doll with group of girls. some of them in bikinis covered in tattoos of owls and anchors some of them in hoodies with owls and anchors fucking hilariously laughing and well holding a pin
Prompt: realistic photo of off licence shopkeeper looking like apu from Simpsons selling tiny dolls to be pierced and ritualistic. scary fucking scenario
Prompt: The final scene. The sterile hospital room is now a wreck, a beautiful ruin. The MRI machine is broken, tangled in its own wires. In the center of the chaos, the same woman sits serenely on the broken gurney as if it were a throne. She is no longer a patient. She is radiating a calm, formidable power. The owl tattoo on her ribs seems to gleam. In her hands, she holds not a medical device, but a strange, glowing artifact she has built from the broken pieces of the machine. She is the beautiful monster, the master of her own deconstructed reality, serene and dangerous in her newfound freedom
Prompt: Shopping for Nonsensical Exorcism
Description: An impossibly deep, obsidian-black void in the shape of a grocery store aisle. The shelves are transparent, but the space between them is filled with a soft, glowing mist that seems to hum with silent data. Objects on the shelves are not solid things but fleeting concepts: a glass jar containing a frozen, silent scream; a single, glowing, disembodied memory that is constantly reshaping itself; a perfectly-folded quantum paradox in a plastic bag. The light source is unseen, casting long, impossible shadows that stretch back into an infinite horizon of data.
Prompt: Terrifyingly Beautiful dark office of witch consultant "Banned Glitch" with ancient bottles and contraptions from the depth of the witchcraft mixed with futuristic computational science and technology depicted as which in the hat with anchor and owl logo and "Tlusty Blant" written in bold on a beautiful flying broom all dark black and grays with purple logos
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.
