Prompt: She ran with the wind and her heart on fire
Chasing the dreams she could never tire
Barefoot on the earth where the wildflowers grow
A trail of whispers wherever she'd go
Prompt: A somber, ethereal scene featuring a young boy with curly brown hair, standing in profile with his eyes closed. His expression reflects deep contemplation and tranquility. The image blends his silhouette seamlessly with a mystical landscape, where a large, ancient tree sprouts from the side of his head, its roots intertwining with his body. Around him, a flurry of birds takes flight against a moody, twilight sky filled with soft clouds and faint light. The overall atmosphere conveys a sense of connection to nature and introspective solitude, enhanced by muted colors and subtle lighting effects.
Prompt: She dreams beneath a tree whose leaves are pure gold and whose roots glisten with silver veins. At the trunk sits Metatron, the celestial scribe, inscribing every breath of creation into bark that glows. The doctrine is not read — it is absorbed into the soul.
Prompt: All my dreams since I got home involve vehicles breaking. Also, I find that I'm constantly paranoid they are about to break. Despite my outward stoicism, I think my brain got a boo-boo from the three accidents in three days.
Prompt: All my dreams since I got home involve vehicles breaking. Also, I find that I'm constantly paranoid they are about to break. Despite my outward stoicism, I think my brain got a boo-boo from the three accidents in three days.
Prompt: All my dreams since I got home involve vehicles breaking. Also, I find that I'm constantly paranoid they are about to break. Despite my outward stoicism, I think my brain got a boo-boo from the three accidents in three days.
Prompt: All my dreams since I got home involve vehicles breaking. Also, I find that I'm constantly paranoid they are about to break. Despite my outward stoicism, I think my brain got a boo-boo from the three accidents in three days.
Prompt: With a moon half-empty
And a sky that's gone to waste
And the twilight offers cold embrace
The amber of autumn fades
And the greys of summer's mistakes
And the dreams we try to replicate...
They fall away
Isn't this world something wonderful
That we were made to suffer both it's honesty and cruelty?
Prompt: The Whispering Cloudbanks of the Dream-Gliders”
A realm of endless cloud plains populated by gliders who sleep while they fly. Their wings grow from dreams, and every descent is a journey into someone else’s subconscious. Homes float like bubbles and shimmer with the colors of REM sleep.
Prompt: ((Masterpiece)), ((A mysterious place in my dreams)), high resolution, intricate details, 8k, wallpaper, concept art, Use stunning color oil drawing on textured paper. By Van Gogh and Picasso.
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.
