Prompt: Stencil on a black background of an unfinished wall, barely visible gray brick lines. A figure sits on the ground, one leg bent sideways against his body and the other lying crossed on the ground, knee facing forward, back bent. The left foot is hidden behind the right. He wears a large hooded sweatshirt with simplified, contrasting pleats, the hood pulled up. Resting one arm on his knee, he holds a knife in his right hand. His head is tilted downwards, the indistinct face conveying an impression of rebellion, solitude, and weariness. Black and white street art, spray paint graffiti, Banksy style
Prompt: a rogueish young woman caught in a stolen moment of casual defiance beneath the weeping cherry blossoms, her lithe form bathed in the hazy glow of a disposable Kodak flash—the kind of grainy, nostalgic 90s shot that makes the heart ache. The 75mm lens softens her edges just enough to blur the line between memory and fantasy, the shallow depth of field throwing the grove’s twisted branches into dreamy abstraction while her smirk stays razor-sharp. She’s all sun-bleached silver-blonde streaks and artfully messy bangs, her glacial blue eyes glinting with secrets as cherry petals stick to her sweat-damp skin like confetti from a heist gone right. The high collar of her sheer silk blouse gapes where she’s undone the top buttons, revealing a sliver of cleavage that the HDR lighting paints in creamy gold, the snug leather vest beneath straining as she leans back against a gnarled trunk, one thigh-high boot propped against the bark. The pleated miniskirt rides up just enough to show the lattice of straps on her boots, their buckles catching the flash like stolen chrome. In her gloved hands, she absently twirls a butter knife instead of a dagger—some diner’s cheap silverware glinting with the same mischief as her smile. Behind her, the blossoms fall in slow motion, the film grain making them look like snowflakes in a home video paused at the perfect frame. It’s the kind of image you’d find tucked in a wallet, edges frayed from being touched too much: proof that beauty this reckless once existed, if only for the length of a disposable camera’s flash.
Prompt: Don't suppress anger, but don't act on it either. Watch him. Don't be ashamed of your desires, but don't be a slave to them either. You are neither shadow nor light, you are the one who sees both.
Prompt: Pulp paperback cover entitled "Mystery Detective" in stylish type font that contrasts and standout, overlapping the cover image showing: An extremely beautiful young Italian woman, with flowing dark hair and expressive eyes, looking shocked, standing elegantly in her study room. She is answering to a call, right hand holding onto the receiver of an antique primitive rotary red telephone in her lap. While her left hand holding a blood stained knife piercing through a book on the table. Her gaze shows that she is hysterical & frightened, her jaw lowered, mouth opened as if shocked by tragic news. There is a man lying lifelessly face down on the floor of the study behind her. The scene is adorned with comfy-chic decor, featuring complementary colors that create a harmonious and inviting atmosphere. Rendered in a hyperrealistic, pulp art, concept art style, this mid-shot captures intricate details and profound color depth. Dramatic side lighting accentuates her 2/3 face angle, casting ethereal highlights and creating a vibrant, colorful background. "ACE 35¢” appears on the lower right corner.
Prompt: The Joker screams to the Sky in a devastated City, He is holding a gun in one Hand and a bloody knife in the other Hand, its night and some Neon-Lights are shining reflecting on the wet ground, the moon is puple
Prompt: A lone figure stands motionless in a room drained of color, swallowed by shadow. Only the faint outline of a face emerges—just enough to suggest eyes, a mouth, a presence—yet not enough to reveal intent. The darkness refuses clarity: it’s impossible to tell whether this figure is a threat or a quiet ally, whether they are man or woman, stranger or someone familiar. The air feels heavy, expectant. In the foreground, a knife catches a sliver of light, its edge glimmering softly, almost patiently, as if waiting to be noticed. The silence feels deliberate, and the room seems to be holding its breath.
Prompt: A lone figure stands motionless in a room drained of color, swallowed by shadow. Only the faint outline of a face emerges—just enough to suggest eyes, a mouth, a presence—yet not enough to reveal intent. The darkness refuses clarity: it’s impossible to tell whether this figure is a threat or a quiet ally, whether they are man or woman, stranger or someone familiar. The air feels heavy, expectant. In the foreground, a knife catches a sliver of light, its edge glimmering softly, almost patiently, as if waiting to be noticed. The silence feels deliberate, and the room seems to be holding its breath.
Prompt: A close-up, satisfying ASMR shot. A hand with gold nails presses a knife through a crisp golden strawberry. As the fruit splits open, the inside is revealed to be hollow and filled with golden nuggets and faceted gems that spill out onto the table.Sound of crunchy slicing and heavy objects spilling.
Prompt: Intense Chiaroscuro brilliant acrylic color contrast with strong light & shadow effect as art style of Walter Baumhofer, Earle Bergey, Rudolph Belarski & Rafael DeSoto: depicting a good girl art thrilling DETECTIVE pulp art cover showing a stunning Japanese geisha in distress with a rough-looking Yakuza gangster with tattoo all over his bare body, threatening her with a pocket knife, in a dark alley filled with neon light boards while rain poured down the whole night. She had a fair, powdered face, red lips wearing an elaborately embroidered kimono, in a dynamic, shocking expression as she fall to the wet puddled street.
Prompt: Pop art painting in the style of David Hockney, depicting Alex, the protagonist of A Clockwork Orange, with brown hair, a sinister face, a bowler hat, and a very sharp silver-bladed knife with a black handle in his hand. Flat colors: white, black, and orange.
Prompt: oil on canvas Malevich & Kandinsky's uncanny version of ideal breakfast cubistic portrait of strange distorted mad-eyed sleep-deprived male person in loose oversized top-tank-shirt over muscular body spreading ketchup over sandwich, glass of milk, cucumber, knife; oil on canvas masterpiece, surrealistic retro painting in style of 1920s, constructivism, cubistic architecture design art-decosurreal abstract artwork In the style of Scott Bergey, Squeak Carnwath and Tang Yau Hoong
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.
