Prompt: On the sun-scorched surface of a derelict spaceport, a lone space cowboy leans against his hovercar, his arm resting casually on the handlebar. His hat, made from darkened leather, casts a shadow over his sharp, chiseled jaw. Above him, the twin suns of a distant binary star system burn brightly, their harsh light reflecting off the station's crumbling spires and casting long shadows across the barren, rust-covered landscape. His boots, caked with red dust from a hundred different worlds, kick up small clouds as he shifts his weight, eyes scanning the horizon where distant ships flicker like stars. His faithful yellow Labrador Retriever rests in the shade of the hovercar, its head resting on its forelegs, eyes bright and alert to the space cowboy's every action. The station itself, half-collapsed and forgotten, stands as a relic of a bygone age, its once-grand corridors now home to scavengers and outlaws alike. The cowboy's blaster, a sleek, high-caliber energy weapon, hangs loosely in its holster, glowing faintly with the telltale light of a recent charge. His gaze is fixed on the shimmering silhouette of a ship descending from the sky.
Prompt: An image with a 16k resolution. The year is 2250. The alien planet SwiftFX in the Ultran Expanse floats gracefully round its binary red and blue stars against the backdrop of the vibrant Elven Nebula with its pink, yellow, blue and green gases. The alien planet has become a hub for technology and culture in the system and its continents glow with lights of thousands of thriving cities. Throngs of sleek and advanced space craft enter and exit its atmosphere on a daily basis but today there's a special visitor. A gigantic spaceship orbits the planet like a colossal dystopian neon city of sin. Its gothic styled black metallic exterior buzzing with ominous red lights from a thousand windows on its surface. Its red top surface rises in the middle to form a mass of huge towers reaching upwards adorned with cannons, satellite dishes, aerials and other strange items of alien technology. What do they want? Where are they from? The inhabitants of the peaceful planet of SwiftFX wait to find out.
Prompt: Under moonlight coded in binary stars, the prophet doesn’t preach — he remixes reality. Every verse he drops unzips the sky, revealing gears behind fate. Those who laughed now listen with trembling chests.
Style: Glitch mysticism. Sacred algorithm. Audio prophecy.
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.
