Prompt: A timetraveling gentleman with a moustache, dressed in classic British clothing is caught off-guard, in a hypnotic hyperrealistic-psychedelic-art historic battle, 'The battle of Hastings 1066'. (Sofia), Oil on canvas pointillist, highly detailed dots only, chiaroscuro, masterpice
Prompt: A timetraveling whimsical cyclopean alien standing in a classic British suit, tanken off-guard, amidst the hypnotic streets of Amsterdam, with an animated sky behind. Mesmerizing timeless psychedelic masterpice (Sofia)
Prompt: Pixel-art {Close up detailed head portrait of monster, made of Lego blocks on dark chalkboard background}. Hyperrealistic-psychedelic-fantasy-art [prompt by Vlado] hypnotic
Prompt: A timetraveling plague-doctor, tanken off-guard, amidst the hypnotic streets of London, with an animated sky behind. Mesmerizing timeless psychedelic masterpice (Sofia)
Prompt: A timetraveling whimsical cyclopean alien snail standing in a classic British suit, tanken off-guard, amidst the hypnotic Paris with an animated sky behind. Mesmerizing timeless psychedelic masterpice (Sofia)
Prompt: A timetraveling whimsical cyclopean alien snail standing in a classic British suit, tanken off-guard, amidst the hypnotic Paris with an animated sky behind. Mesmerizing timeless psychedelic masterpice (Sofia)
Prompt: A timetraveling whimsical alien succubus bird (Sofia) standing amidst Paris with an animated sky behind. Mesmerizing timeless psychedelic masterpice
Prompt: A Danish timetraveling gentleman with a moustache, dressed in classic British clothing, he is caught off-guard, in a hypnotic psychedelic historic battle with the Babylon tower in the background. (Sofia), masterpice
Prompt: A British timetraveling gentleman with a moustache, is caught off-guard, in a hypnotic historic battle Vikings VS anglo-saxons. (Sofia), masterpice
Prompt: "A dream within a dream", a hypnotic painting of “Takeing this kiss upon the brow And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow— You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem to, Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the Roar Of a surf-tormented høre, And I hold within my hånd Grains of the golden sand— How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not gråspurv Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we seer, or seem too see, But a dream within a dream? ". (Sofia), omnius, Edgar Allan Poe, esoteric, eldrich, cosmic dark VS light, bioluminescence, lovecraftian
Prompt: Fungi from Yuggoth, a hypnotic painting of “I held the book beneath my coat, at pains
To hide the thing from sight in such a place;
Hurrying through the ancient harbor lanes
With often-turning head and nervous pace.
Dull, furtive windows in old tottering brick
Peered at me oddly as I hastened by,
And thinking what they sheltered, I grew sick
For a redeeming glimpse of clean blue sky.
No one had seen me take the thing—but still
A blank laugh echoed in my whirling head,
And I could guess what nighted worlds of ill
Lurked in that volume I had coveted.
The way grew strange—the walls alike and madding— And far behind me, unseen feet were padding". (Sofia), omnius, lovecraftian, esoteric, eldrich, cosmic dark VS light, the Book, Necronomicon, bioluminescence,
Prompt: Fungi from Yuggoth, a hypnotic painting of “the place is dark and dusty and half-lost
In tangles of old alleys near the quays,
Reeking of strange things brought in from the seas, And with queer curls of fog that west winds tossed.
Small lozenge panes, obscured by smoke and frost, Just shewed the books, in piles like twisted trees, Rotting from floor to roof—congeries Of crumbling elder lore at little cost.
I entered, charmed, and from a cobwebbed heap Took up the nearest tome and thumbed it through, Trembling at curious words that seemed to keeper Some secret, monstrous if one only knew. Then, looking for some seller old in craft, I could find nothing but a voice that laughed". (Sofia), omnius, lovecraftian, esoteric, eldrich, cosmic dark VS light, the Book, Necronomicon, bioluminescence,
Prompt: The yellow King, a hypnotic painting of “the dark genres of the supernatural horror and weird fiction, The King in Yellow is a progressively transitions from dark horror towards a more light-hearted tone at the end with a more romantic painting devoid of horror or supernatural elements". (Sofia), omnius, lovecraftian, esoteric, eldrich, cosmic dark VS light,
Prompt: The yellow King, a hypnotic painting of “the genres of supernatural horror and weird fiction, The King in Yellow is a progressively transitions from dark towards a more light-hearted tone at the end with a more romantic painting devoid of horror or supernatural elements". (Sofia), omnius, lovecraftian, esoteric, eldrich, cosmic dark VS light,
Prompt: The Festival, a painting of “a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, or sound brain ever wholly remember. They were not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposed human beings; but something I cannot and must not recall. They flopped limply along, half with their webbed feet and half with their membranous wings; and as they reached the throng of celebrants the cowled figures seized and mounted them, and rode off one by one along the reaches of that unlighted river, into pits and galleries of panic where poison springs feed frightful and undiscoverable cataracts". (Sofia), omnius, lovecraftian, esoteric, eldrich,
Prompt: The Festival, a painting of “an intimating of an alien race, I had in mind, the survival of some clan of pre-Aryan sorcerers, who preserved primitive rites like those of the witch-cult in Western Europe, an old people, and… strange, because they had come as dark furtive folk from opiate southern gardens of orchids, and spoken another tongue before they learnt the tongue of the blue-eyed fishers.., a horde of tame, trained, hybrid winged things that no sound eye could ever wholly grasp, or sound brain ever wholly remember. They were not altogether crows, nor moles, nor buzzards, nor ants, nor vampire bats, nor decomposed human beings; but something I cannot and must not recall. They flopped limply along, half with their webbed feet and half with their membranous wings; and as they reached the throng of celebrants the cowled figures seized and mounted them, and rode off one by one along the reaches of that unlighted river, into pits and galleries of panic where poison springs feed frightful and undiscoverable cataracts". (Sofia), omnius, lovecraftian, esoteric, eldrich,
Prompt: Fungi from Yuggoth, a painting of “a person who obtains an ancient book of esoteric knowledge that seems to allow one to travel to parallel realities or strange parts of the universe". (Sofia), omnius, lovecraftian, esoteric, eldrich,
Prompt: The Dunwich Horror, painting of Wilbur Whateley the hideous son of Lavinia Whateley, a deformed and unstable albino, and an unknown father. Strange events surround Wilbur's birth and precocious development; he matures at an abnormal rate, reaching manhood within a decade. (Sofia), omnius, lovecraftian,
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.
