Prompt: Photorealistic close-up portrait of a breathtakingly beautiful
young woman sipping a glowing cosmic drink through a clear glass
straw. The transparent glass contains swirling luminous liquid
starlight — bright gold and soft violet glowing fluid with tiny
real stars and small nebula clouds floating inside the drink.
The glowing liquid travels up the transparent straw toward her
full lips. The drink illuminates her face from below with warm
gold and violet light. She looks at camera over the rim of the
glass with lazy bored half-lidded pale-gold eyes ringed in dark
amber, thick silver-white lashes. Sharp cheekbones, angular jaw,
narrow chin, translucent moonstone-pale opalescent skin showing
faint dark veins beneath, tiny glowing cyan dots at her temples.
Hair made of long transparent crystal strands refracting rainbow
caustics on her neck and shoulders. Oversized vintage dark teal
t-shirt. Dark background. Stunning face, cosmic drink glow on
translucent skin, rainbow hair caustics, editorial beauty
portrait, extreme detail, shallow depth of field
Prompt: The Witcher Gerald vin Riva sits in a dark medieval fantasy tavern at a wooden table and drinks wine from a clay jug, on the table there are candles, a clay amphora and a festive, opulent meal. anime style, manga style, Fantasy Illustration, Illustration, Fantasy, Drawing, Watercolor, Watercolours, Aquarelle, Comic Style, Cartoon Style.
Prompt: Ned Stark, Boudicca, Gerald of Riva
Robin Hood, Don Quixote, Master Obi-Wan
Eowyn, Qui-Gon-Jinn, Knight Lancelot
Jon Snow, Ivanhoe and the Thunder God Thor
in an rustic medieval tavern at night.
Fantasy Illustration, Illustration, Fantasy, oil on canvas, oil paints, oil panting, painting, canvas, old masters, masterpiece
Prompt: The photograph captures a close-up side view of a young man in a dimly lit, vibrant dance club. He is holding a glass of whiskey with several ice cubes in his right hand, which is raised higher than his head to his mouth. His mouth is surrealistically extreme wide open bigger than glass perimeter, and he is in the process of downing the whiskey in one swift motion. The whiskey is visibly flowing from the glass into his mouth, creating an intricate small river-like effect as it simultaneously pours into his mouth and most of it drops out of his lips down his jaw. The dropped under the jaws whisky is a moment frozen in time. The man is 40 year old, dark hair, unshaven, closed eyes and he is wearing a light-colored, collared shirt. The background is blurred but features warm, orange and pink neon lights, adding to the club's energetic atmosphere. The lighting casts a red glow on the man's face and shirt, highlighting the action and adding drama to the scene. The overall composition focuses on the motion and intensity of the act, with a sharp contrast between the clarity of the whiskey and the blurred, colorful background.
Prompt: A surreal, abstract painting of a cat drinking from a pool of water. The cat is illuminated with dramatic lighting, its fur painted in icy whites and deep blues, contrasted with intense splashes of crimson red across its face, whiskers, and ears. Its dark, almost haunting eyes reflect an eerie, otherworldly presence. The reflection in the water ripples outward, distorted by streaks of red that resemble spilled paint or blood, blending into the dark, chaotic background. The overall composition is expressive and painterly, with bold brush strokes, splatters, and drips of color that create a raw, emotional energy. The atmosphere is intense and mysterious, evoking both beauty and unease in equal measure. Art by Guweiz, Malcolm Liepke. complex, intricate, 8k, best quality
Prompt: Komm, wir reiten in die Schlacht, feiern heute Nacht,
Im Knight-Club, na-na-na, Knight-Club,
Edle Ladys, edle Lords, ihr seid auserkor'n,
Darauf heben wir das Horn,
Let the bodies hit the floor.
Prompt: Dieser Club ist nur für Knights, du kommst hier nicht rein,
Du stehst auf der falschen Seite, du kannst nicht vorbei,
Dieser Club ist für die Helden der Nacht,
Denn wir sind nicht mehr dieselben nach der Schlacht,
Ein paar Drinks in die Rüstung scheppern,
Und wir tanzen auf den Thekenbrettern,
Sag mir, kann es etwas Schön'res geben?
Was ist los? Willst du denn ewig leben?
Prompt: In the knight club, party in the knight club,
Raise your fist up, drink another pint up,
In the knight club, party in the knight club,
And we don't stop fighting for our right to party in the knight club!
Prompt: Come, we ride into battle, have party tonight
In the Knight Club, na-na-na, Knight Club
Noble ladies, noble lords, you are the chosen
Herefore we raise the tankards
Let the bodies hit the floor
Prompt: Ned Stark, Boudicca, Gerald of Rivia
Robin Hood, Don Quixote, Master Obi-Wan
Eowyn, Qui-Gon-Jinn, Knight Lancelot
Jon Snow, Ivanhoe and the Thunder God
Prompt: This club is only for knights, you can't get in.
You're on the wrong side, you can't get past.
This club is for the heroes of the night.
Because we're not the same after the battle.
A few drinks into the armor.
And we dance on the bar.
Tell me, could there be anything more beautiful?
What's wrong? Do you want to live forever?
Prompt: Ned Stark, Boudicca, Gerald of Rivia
Robin Hood, Don Quixote, Master Obi-Wan
Eowyn, Qui-Gon-Jinn, Knight Lancelot
Jon Snow, Ivanhoe and the Thunder God
In the knight club, party in the knight club
Prompt: "In the knight club, party in the knight club,
Raise your fist up, drink another pint up,
In the knight club, party in the knight club,
And we don't stop fighting for our right to party in the knight club!"
{Laughing and singing Knights and happy and smiling Ladies/Maiden}
Prompt: In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who sing
The dreams that haunt them
Off the coast of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who sleep
Like flags
Along the gloomy banks
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who die
Lots of beer and drama
At first light
But in the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who are born
In the thick heat
Of oceanic languors
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors who eat
On tablecloths that are too white
Dripping fish
They show you their teeth
To bite into fortune
To uncross the moon
To eat shrouds
And it smells of cod
Right into the heart of the fries
That their big hands invite
To come back more, then get up laughing
In a noise of storm
Reclose their flies and go out belching
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors dancing
Rubbing their bellies
On the bellies of women
They turn, they dance
Like spitting suns
In the torn sound of a rancid accordion
They twist their necks
To hear themselves laugh better
Until suddenly the accordion expires
Then with a serious gesture, then a proud look
They bring their bastards back into the full light
In the port of Amsterdam
There are sailors drinking
And drinking and drinking again
And drinking again
They drink to the health
Of the whores of Amsterdam
From Hamburg or elsewhere
Finally they drink to the ladies
Who give them their pretty bodies
Who give them their virtue
For a gold coin
And when they have drunk well
They stick their noses in the sky
Blow their noses in the stars
They piss like I cry
On unfaithful women
In the port of Amsterdam
In the port of Amsterdam
Prompt: Two men (laughing, happy) wearing ragged space uniforms, sitting on wooden crates, lifting their (drinking glasses, mugs) to toast success :: red-orange desert valley filled with enormous colorful crystals (clusters, groups) protruding (upright) from the sand, scrubby alien bushes :: sandstone cliffs, in the background a (single:1.9) (one, only, lone) large moon near the horizon :: by Pino Daeni, Luis Royo, Boris Vallejo, Tom Bagshaw, John William Waterhouse, Hoàng Lập, Justin Gerard :: wide angle shot, eye level, bright noonday sun :: hyperrealistic, hyper detailed, photorealistic :: masterpiece, incredible composition, amazing depth, imposing, meticulously composed
Prompt: Dusty old western town, wooden saloon with swinging doors, rustic bar, cowboys in traditional attire, cowboy hats, leather boots, spurs, whiskey glasses, poker tables, lively atmosphere, tumbleweeds rolling by, sherif in classic uniform, badge glinting, determined expression, lantern-lit ambiance, dim lighting casting shadows, dusty floorboards, midday sun filtering through windows, dynamic poses of cowboys in a fist fight, authentic western setting, detailed textures on clothing and furniture, vibrant colors of browns, reds, and earth tones, realistic style with a touch of nostalgia, high-resolution, by Clint Eastwood and Frederic Remington, Artstation.
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.
