Prompt: The Forgotten Dancer: A shimmering ballerina made of tulle, music notes, and cobwebs pirouettes in the attic shadows for the child who once adored her, the broken music box playing her tune once more.
Primary Artist: Dust-lit attic realism.
Enhancement Artist: Tulle motion trails and note-glow.
Emotional Impact: Hauntingly beautiful.
Additional Elements: A cracked mirror reflects only the child and the dancer.
Prompt: A whimsical watercolor illustration of adorable cute 3 watercolor monsters, busily putting pink Quinacridone and May Green colors into jars for the upcoming winter season. The setting is a mysterious, cluttered attic filled with various painting supplies and artifacts. The vibrant colors and intricate details of the monsters and their surroundings create a delightful, fantastical atmosphere., vibrant, painting
Prompt: his acoustic guitar stands in the corner of the dusty attic, slanted sunlight falling on its front through dancing dust motes. The worn old guitar still remembers the mustic its strings poured forth under his nimble fingers, long ago... Serene image evoking the past, shades of sepia, ochre, dusty pink and periwinkle blue
Prompt: One single fragile white wildflower grows up from its own painting, in an old and forgotten EmmAI sketchbook, in a dusty attic that has an opened window, where a gorgeous sunbeam shining through casting illuminating light on the flower.
Prompt: Create a nostalgic, dreamlike, textured watercolour scene of a woman with massive, luminous white avian wings as she sits hugging her knees in a dimly lit attic. Her head rests gently on her knees, a faint, wistful smile touching her lips, while dusty silvery moonlight filters through a circular leaded window, casting soft shadows of falling feathers. The floor is strewn with glowing feathers that pulse faintly with bioluminescent blue-white light, and more feathers drift downward like snowflakes. Faded tapestries, an antique brass lantern, and scattered handwritten letters clutter the background, all bathed in a muted palette of light grays, dusty lavenders, and warm candle-gold accents. Mood: Quiet melancholy, tender memories suspended in time. intricately textured 3D-shaded impasto mixed media painting.
Prompt: A semi-abstract portrait of a young woman, where classical beauty merges with layered textures, worn transparencies, and expressive, dreamlike brushstrokes. She sits in a gathered, compact position on the creaking floor of a cramped attic built entirely from aged wood—walls, beams, and floorboards steeped in deep, warm browns (Pantone 7517 C, Pantone 4635 C), their natural grain visible beneath painterly erosion. The air is heavy with the presence of books: tall, precarious piles, open volumes scattered at her feet, and shelves carved into the walls, overflowing with worn spines and loose, curling pages.
Facing the viewer, her posture is inward yet present—knees drawn close to her chest, arms resting loosely atop them, her bare feet (Pantone 468 C skin tone) pressed gently against the wooden planks. Her face emerges softly from the layered background, porcelain in tone (Pantone 468 C) with a dusting of faint freckles, illuminated by the warm halo of a single bare bulb (Pantone 7401 C) suspended from a frayed cord overhead. Her gaze is calm and quietly content, holding a serene intimacy that feels both private and welcoming.
Her hair, an asymmetrical pixie of defined curls in rose-gold (Pantone 7612 C with highlights Pantone 7501 C), frames her face in voluminous, broken-ringlet textures—suggested through scraped pigment, loose brushwork, and timeworn layers, as if the strands themselves were painted into being over decades.
Her clothing is simple and dark, soft fabric folding naturally over her gathered form, its edges dissolving into the rich wooden tones through gestural brushstrokes. The floor around her is littered with the chaos of open books, their pages catching light in flecks of muted gold (Pantone 871 C).
The entire composition breathes with quiet stillness—her body anchored in the warm cocoon of the attic, surrounded by the tangible weight of memory and words—yet the painterly abstraction keeps her suspended in a space between the real and the imagined.
Prompt: Pieter de Hooch style. inside the narrow secret attic of a master pickpocket in 19th century London. The atmosphere is dubious and a little dim. The narrow attic is crammed with luxurious loot, and the walls are decorated with eye-catching masterpieces. The window shows the city outside.
Prompt: Old radio ham sitting at the desk in his radio studio in the attic trying to pick up a signal from an alien spaceship, sense of curiosity and excitement of scientific inquiry, vintage valve radio set, cozy interior with the old-fashioned furniture, desk lamp
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: Letters in the Attic.
Foreground: A young woman in a faded blue dress sits cross-legged on an old trunk, reading a letter she holds delicately with both hands. Her expression is captured with chiaroscuro-infused impasto — eyes glimmering with emotion under the filtered light, lips slightly parted in silent memory. Strands of her dark hair are painted in bold palette strokes, falling gently across her cheek. Middle ground: Scattered around her are yellowed envelopes, open journals, and sepia-toned photographs — all layered in thick, tangible texture with palette knife work. A dusty beam of sunlight enters through a round attic window, illuminating floating dust particles created with dry brushing and translucent glazing, making the air shimmer with history. Background: Wooden beams of the attic roof arch above her like protective arms, built with warm burnt umber and textured layering. A small shelf holds old toys and a porcelain doll — barely visible, yet speaking softly of childhood. Shadows pool in the corners, allowing the painting’s emotional core to remain grounded and enveloped in introspective stillness.
Prompt: scene of man lair garage-warehouse at space ship, filled with wasted pulp comic posters, videodisks, game cartriges and console, two monitors: one is broken with shoot, other still working, flashlight producing strong spot ray on big skeleton in remains of space working overalls sitting at a table, his head lays resting on the tabletop as if hi sleeps and palm still pressing a big red alarm button with his finger, eldritch night at space at porthole, by Russ Mills, Frank Miller, Matt Hubel Book illustration ink and watercolors hyperdetailed dramatic light gothic art
Prompt: A melancholic clown painting his own portrait in a dimly lit attic studio. The worn-out artist, dressed in tattered overalls with patches and suspenders, sits hunched over a wooden stool, carefully applying paint to his somber, exaggerated expression in the mirror. His reflection reveals deep, weary eyes, a drooping red nose, and a sorrowful smile, capturing the contrast between comedy and despair. The cluttered room is filled with scattered brushes, spilled paint, and aged wooden furniture, evoking a nostalgic and introspective atmosphere. The lighting is soft and moody, with warm highlights casting long shadows, enhancing the emotional depth. The painting style is a blend of Norman Rockwell’s realism and a painterly, expressive touch, adding a sense of storytelling and emotion
Prompt: One single fragile white wildflower grows up from its own painting, in an old and forgotten EmmAI sketchbook, in a dusty attic that has an opened window, where a gorgeous sunbeam shining through casting illuminating light on the flower.
Prompt: The small toy robot is made of tin and stands about six inches tall. Its body is a gleaming silver with small red and blue accents along its limbs and chest. The robot's head features two round, black eyes and a small, smiling mouth, all painted on with meticulous detail. It has a pair of articulated arms and legs that move with a satisfying click. The robot’s chest houses a small wind-up key, which, when turned, makes the robot's arms and legs move in a jerky, but endearing, manner.
The robot is located in an old wooden drawer of an antique writing desk. The desk is situated in a dusty corner of a forgotten attic, where sunlight filters through a grimy window, casting a warm glow on the scattered relics and cobwebs. The drawer is partially open, revealing the toy robot nestled among yellowing letters and an assortment of vintage trinkets. The surrounding area is cluttered with old books, framed photographs, and forgotten memorabilia, adding a sense of nostalgia and abandonment to the scene.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: <<Masterpiece>>: Scene: Impasto, Glazing and Mixing Palette Knife Techniques: “The Ginger Girl and the Glass Letters”
Foreground: On an old wooden bench beneath a tall window, sits a young girl with flowing ginger hair, cascading down her back like molten copper. In her hands, she holds a sheet of glass, carefully engraving words into it with a fine steel pen. Her face is softly lit — her gaze gentle, but her eyes reflect the echo of something long sealed away. At her feet lies a shattered wooden box once filled with glass letters — some cracked, some still intact.
Middle ground: Scattered across the floor are glass panes, each etched with words, names, fragments of poetry. Light reflects and dances across them. In the background stands an antique writing desk, covered in crumpled paper, empty inkwells, and dried roses hanging from a shelf. Beside it, a small iron stove releases a faint trail of smoke — it smells like warmth, but also memory.
Background: Behind her, a large foggy window reveals the outside world. Rain is falling softly, thick drops sliding down the glass like unspoken truths. In the distance, the silhouette of a tree bends in the wind, letting go of its final autumn leaves.
Techniques: Mixing Palette Knife: seen in the texture of her hands and the reflections in the glass — sharp transitions of light and shadow, like wounds turned to ornament. Impasto: in the surface of her cheeks and the letters scattered on the floor — thick, textured brushstrokes give emotional depth physical form. Glazing: in the rain on the window, the shimmer of the glass, and the copper tones in her hair — light layered delicately to create an atmosphere of quiet sorrow and inner strength.
Prompt: One single fragile white wildflower grows up from its own painting, in an old and forgotten EmmAI sketchbook, in a dusty attic that has an opened window, where a gorgeous sunbeam shining through casting illuminating light on the flower.
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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