Prompt: A general store somewhere in early 20th century Eastern Europe. Art Nouveau. Inside the curving store, wooden shelves with jars of pickles, bags of powder, canned goods, and boxed household items. A poster announcing a circus in the store. Outside, a beautiful walkway with magnificent fruit trees and a beautiful white fence is visible. A bright oil painting with a slightly blurred atmosphere in the style of Manet. Dynamic brushstrokes and colorful fauvism. Sunlight.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: Horror laboratory. Witches. Photo. Bill Sienkiewicz and Beksinski oil painting.Une scène fantaisiste montre des figures ressemblant à des grenouilles avec des têtes de poissons marchant dans une ligne ligne d'un quai, chacun portant un sac à dos, sur un fond serein au bord du bord avec des feuilles d'automne.
Prompt: Nicoletta Ceccoli style,Dark sci-fi a magical kitchen, mushrooms growing on the shelfs, the branch of an apple tree in the window full of ripe apples and pears, exotic spices growing in jars, broken circular time merged a colapsed linear time, green mist, , glassmorphism pattern, , golden night, i, red, adorned in Gustav Klimt-inspired attire, soft golden and silver shimmer reflections, pointillism, Mysterious
Prompt: A sympunk, retrofuturistic painting. The style of the artist Jean-Baptiste Monge. Wide-angle shot. Format 16 x 9
Behind him, his ship is a wreck, its hull jutting out at an odd angle, the cargo bay wide open. Inside, shelves have collapsed, containers are scattered, and wires hang loose, sparking occasionally. A plowed track in the soil indicates a rough wreck, with hull parts and ship components scattered everywhere.
Despite the chaos, the astronaut is strangely calm. He plays a tune on his harmonica. Thinking about his next move.
IN FRONT OF HIM STANDS THE LAST SURVIVAL RESCUER CAPSULE, containing a perfectly suitable woman in cryo-sleep, oblivious to the wreck and her pilot's dilemma.
The astronaut's face shows a mixture of relief that he is alive and worry about how to explain the situation to her when she wakes up. The landscape around them is not entirely hostile. Low hills or small mountains rise in the distance, and a river flows nearby, suggesting habitable, if somewhat rugged, terrain. Alien vegetation. This scene is survival. The pilot is caught between humor, frustration, and the irony of the situation.
Prompt: Masterpiece Waltercolor,ink and pen, alcohol wash, dreamlike, pastels ethereal colourful Gustav Klimt glowing Nicoletta Ceccoli translucent Catrin Welz-Stein illuminated Dee Nickerson absorbing twinkle dustMasterpiece Waltercolor,ink and pen, alcohol wash, dreamlike, pastels: sweet Jeanette is making sweet marzipan in her cozy, spacious kitchen. Along the perimeter of the kitchen there is a wooden kitchen set, in the middle there is an oval wooden table, and a large high arched window with a wide and spacious windowsill. Her Provencal House is made of stone. On a large, spacious wooden table next to Jeanette are all the necessary ingredients for making delicious marzipan from freshly grated almonds.
Before this, Jeanette had already prepared and cooled the marzipan paste, so that she could now roll small (cherry-sized) balls out of it and coat them with different types of confectionery coating. She would dip some in chocolate glaze, some in cocoa powder. And another portion of the marzipan balls in golden rice jam. Then she would put them beautifully in small thin cardboard round boxes weighing 150 grams and tie them with lavender-blue ribbons.\
Sweet Jeanette is a French woman, a herbalist, originally from Provence. But she is a modern girl of the digital generation. She is a simple, cheerful, modern girl of 32 years old. She is dignified, graceful, optimistic. Her light hair is pulled back in an elegant hairstyle. She is wearing a soft pink tunic to the knees made the finest cotton. Jeanette's Her spacious beautiful stone house was inherited from her grandmother. The interior of this house looks very authentically Provencal. There are decorative vases with Provencal herbs and flowers on the windows, and on the wall there are appliques of seashells, stones and stars.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: And he answers back, crosses me, and yells in a foul language: Kolya, where are you, the devil is talking to me in your voice. I go to him with jars of pickles and tomatoes in both hands, and I say: "Vasya, stop drinking, I'll give you more dick, you're losing your mind. And Vasiliy did not stop, ran to the stove, grabbed the poker and came at me. He hit me on the head with the poker with all his might. I grabbed my head in pain and let the cans out of my hands. The cans broke. The contents spilled out on the floor. I grabbed my head and screamed: - What are you doing, you half-assed humanoid? And this blue humanoid, no matter what, he took another swing at me with the poker. I decided to dodge it. I backed away. But it was not there, I slipped on two cucumbers and a tomato, and how I flew into hell, there where the devil Vaska came out. You know, in the cellar. How come I didn't break my neck while I was going headlong down the stairs.
Prompt: Cluster of forget-me-not flowers in a bottle, jar, dust particles, round florarium, sparkle, oasis, glitter, spores, otherworldly atmosphere, dreamy, high class, luxurious, dreamscape, in the style of Albert Joseph Penot, jj fu, + 36.5 mm f0 cinematic quality, 8K, mysterious, trending on artstation, sharp focus, studio photo, intricate details, vibrant colours, spring greens, highly detailed, blurred background
Prompt: A detailed illustration of a witch's potion shop interior, shelves filled with potions, spell books, and magical artifacts. The witch is stirring a bubbling cauldron, with mystical light illuminating the scene. Shadows and candlelight create a cozy yet eerie atmosphere. Created Using: Corel Painter, steampunk influences, intricate details, warm colors, dynamic lighting, fantasy elements
Prompt: A cozy, rustic cabin interior with a warm, glowing fireplace. In the foreground, a large, fluffy cat lies lazily on a wooden table, its fur detailed and realistic. Nearby, a wise-looking old man with a long white beard, dressed in a traditional tunic, stands with one hand raised, as if imparting wisdom. The room is decorated with various jars on shelves, and a window reveals a snowy landscape outside. A jar of milk sits on the table beside the cat, adding a homely touch to the scene.
Prompt: photo of a 24-year-old woman with straight long black hair and very pale skin wearing a black crop top and a very short black pleaded skirt with black fishnet stockings and black boots and a choker, with many-tattoos on her arms and body, she is sitting on the wooden counter in a busy tevern, high quality professional photo, full body low angle perspective
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.
