Prompt: In the dim twilight of a vast valley, shadows stretch long across the land, where the flickering lights of a distant city pulse like stars in the encroaching night. The air is thick with unspoken words, a tapestry of silent dreams woven between men and women, each a vital spark yearning to connect. A majestic Tree of Dichotomy rises at the valley's heart, its branches reaching toward a sky painted in hues of hope and despair.
As whispers of darkness swirl like autumn leaves, the resolute figures of warriors, sages, and poets stand united, their silhouettes strong against the backdrop of an impending storm. Yet, amidst the gloom, a flicker of light emerges—a beacon of creativity, shimmering like a silver thread, illuminating paths toward understanding and unity.
Gathered beneath the boughs of the great tree, diverse voices harmonize in a powerful chorus, their echoes intertwining like roots beneath the surface. In this moment, they embrace the beauty of conflict and harmony, rising together to reclaim the essence of freedom. As the night deepens, they march forward, hearts aligned, forging a new dawn where courage redefines the very fabric of their shared reality.
Prompt: President Lincoln delivers an impassioned speech at Gettysburg, the will to reunify the union is strong however the soldiers weary and battle worn. Limited palette, stylized, illustrated, outside, clouds breaking, medium detail in the sky, fine detail among the persons, inked highlighting, photo realism detail of President Lincoln.
Prompt: A chill clung to the morning air as dawn broke over the wide, open fields. Soft tendrils of mist hovered above the ground, slowly lifting as the sun began its quiet rise, painting the sky in gentle hues of gold and amber. People moved slowly through the awakening streets of a small town, their boots crunching on dewy grass and gravel.
There was a quietness—almost sacred—stirring in the first light. Neighbors exchanged brief nods, their hands warming around cups of coffee, as if sharing something unspoken. These people, from different lives and hardened paths, looked up to see that familiar banner flying from the town hall, its stripes catching the new day. Each felt a shared pulse beneath their own heartbeats, as if in this silent communion, they remembered that their strength was not only in the lines that divided them but in the common soil they walked upon, the same hopes etched into each face.
Here, they gathered on the edge of change, knowing that something greater than themselves was worth preserving, something neither bound to fear nor anger, but to the promise of a future they would not see alone. The sun climbed higher, and as each person looked at the faces around them, they felt it—a call to unity, a step toward mending what could be healed. Together, they moved forward, not just as voters, but as guardians of the dawn, each casting their hopes into the light.
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.
