Prompt: A night in the woods with surreal playful animal from everywhere, in the style of Joan Miró, Rufino Tamayo, Arshile Gorky, Florine Stettheimer and Hannah Yata
Prompt: illustration Old man with wire round glasses peeping over a window of an old building, in ragged clothes, with beautiful white hair, in a cartoon painting style by Benjamin Lacombe and Gustave Moreau and Paul Gauguin and Alphonse Mucha.
Prompt: Create a vintage-style science fiction comic illustration. A log shot of a married couple running from danger in a post apocalyptic city, he is wielding a ray gun with a prominent power dial on the side. The woman, slightly behind him to the right, appears shocked, with dark, shoulder-length hair, medium skin tone, and wearing a teal turtleneck top and her mouth is open in a scream. The couple are followed by men in retro-future space attire, reminiscent of 1950s design, implying an immediate threat. Explosions surround the city, damaged cars, strong 1950's comic style influenced by Didier Tarquin, Manara, Jean-Baptiste Monge, Frank Miller, Cell shading, by Kappa
Prompt: Colorful abstract full body cat playing with a ball against a darked patched background inside a house, in the style of Rufino Tamayo, Paul Klee, Wassily Kandinsky, Henry Matisse.
Prompt: A painting of a Buddha under the Bodhi Tree, meditating about a new beautiful, calm, universe made of earth tones and beautiful skies in the painting Embroidery style by Flora Bowley and Jennifer Lommers
Prompt: In the constellation of Cygnus there lurks a mysterious, invisible force. The black hole of Cygnus X-1, six stars of the Northern Cross. In mourning for their sister's loss, in a final flash of glory, nevermore to grace the night
Prompt: In the constellation of Cygnus there lurks a mysterious, invisible force. The black hole of Cygnus X-1, six stars of the Northern Cross. In mourning for their sister's loss, in a final flash of glory, nevermore to grace the night
Prompt: I know something about opening windows and doors. I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors. I know where to find precious things in all
Prompt: I know something about opening windows and doors. I know how to move quietly to creep across creaky wooden floors. I know where to find precious things in all your cupboards and drawers.
Prompt: The sleep is still in my eyes, the dream is still in my head. I heave a sigh and sadly smile and lie awhile in bed. I wish that it might come to pass, not fade like all my dreams.
Prompt: One pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small, and the ones that mother gives you don't do anything at all, go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall. Surreal psychedelic imaginery, kafkaesque grotesques in endlessly repetitive loops, a shrill colorful cacophony, visionary art
Prompt: I got sunshine in my stomach Like I just rocked my baby to sleep. I got sunshine in my stomach But I can't keep me from creeping sleep. Sleep, deep in the deep
Prompt: Now as the river dissolves in sea, So Neptune has claimed another soul And so with gods and men The sheep remain inside their pen Until the shepherd leads his flock away
Prompt: The path is clear, though no eyes can see the course laid down long before. And so with gods and men the sheep remain inside their pen Though many times they've seen the way to leave
Prompt: He rides majestic past homes of men who care not or gaze with joy, to see reflected there, the trees, the sky, the lily fair... the scene of death is lying just below
Prompt: The path is clear, though no eyes can see
The course laid down long before
And so with gods and men
The sheep remain inside their pen
Though many times they've seen the way to leave
Prompt: The day the Circus of Heaven came into town
Local folk lined the streets in a Midwestern town
Waiting anxiously for the parade to begin all around
On the very last day
Prompt: How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year
Running over the same old ground, what have we found?
The same old fears, wish you were here
Prompt: It's a buck dancer's choice, my friend
Better take my advice
You know all the rules by now
And the fire from the ice
Will you come with me?
Won't you come with me?
Woah-oh, what I want to know
Will you come with me?
Prompt: Well, the first days are the hardest days
Don't you worry anymore
'Cause when life looks easy
There is danger at your door
Think this through with me
Let me know your mind
Woah-oh, what I want to know
Is are you kind?
Prompt: Inspiration move me brightly
Light the song with sense and color
Hold away despair
More than this I will not ask
Faced with mysteries dark and vast
Statements just seem vain at last
Some rise, some fall, some climb
To get to Terrapin
Counting stars by candlelight
All are dim but one is bright:
The spiral light of Venus
Rising first and shining best
Oh, from the northwest corner
Of a brand-new crescent moon
Crickets and cicadas sing
A rare and different tune
Terrapin Station
In the shadow of the moon
Terrapin Station
And I know we'll be there soon
Terrapin, I can't figure out
Terrapin, if it's the end or beginning
Terrapin, but the train's put its brakes on
And the whistle is screaming
Terrapin
Prompt: Inspiration move me brightly
Light the song with sense and color
Hold away despair
More than this I will not ask
Faced with mysteries dark and vast
Statements just seem vain at last
Some rise, some fall, some climb
To get to Terrapin
Counting stars by candlelight
All are dim but one is bright:
The spiral light of Venus
Rising first and shining best
Oh, from the northwest corner
Of a brand-new crescent moon
Crickets and cicadas sing
A rare and different tune
Prompt: The storyteller makes no choice
Soon you will not hear his voice
His job is to shed light
And not to master
Since the end is never told
We pay the teller off in gold
In hopes he will come back
But he cannot be bought or sold
Prompt: Eyes alight with glowing hair
All that fancy paints as fair
She takes her fan and throws it
In the lion's den
"Which of you to gain me, tell
Will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you
If you will not take the chance"
The sailor gave at least a try
The soldier being much too wise
Strategy was his strength
And not disaster
The sailor coming out again
The lady fairly leapt at him
That's how it stands today
You decide if he was wise
Prompt: Eyes alight with glowing hair
All that fancy paints as fair
She takes her fan and throws it
In the lion's den
"Which of you to gain me, tell
Will risk uncertain pains of hell?
I will not forgive you
If you will not take the chance"
The sailor gave at least a try
The soldier being much too wise
Strategy was his strength
And not disaster
The sailor coming out again
The lady fairly leapt at him
That's how it stands today
You decide if he was wise
Prompt: Let my inspiration flow
In token rhyme suggesting rhythm
That will not forsake me
'Til my tale is told and done
While the firelight's aglow
Strange shadows from the flames will grow
'Til things we've never seen
Will seem familiar
Shadows of a sailor forming
Winds both foul and fair all swarm
Down in Carlisle, he loved a lady
Many years ago
Here beside him stands a man
A soldier from the looks of him
Who came through many fights
But lost at love
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.
