Prompt: Red-haired Melancholy
In her hair autumn hid,
Red in color, like the west of the day,
And my heart trembles, for in her gaze
Lost my soul has.
Her shadow flits among the memories,
Silent as the wind in the golden leaves of the trees,
And though I call out to her in a hushed whisper,
The answer carries a hollow chant.
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Prompt: Red-haired Melancholy
In her hair autumn hid,
Red in color, like the west of the day,
And my heart trembles, for in her gaze
Lost my soul has.
Her shadow flits among the memories,
Silent as the wind in the golden leaves of the trees,
And though I call out to her in a hushed whisper,
The answer carries a hollow chant.
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Prompt: Echoes of the Subconscious: A dreamscape by Salvador Dalí depicting a vast, empty beach with echoes of past memories floating in the sky. These echoes take the form of distorted faces, disjointed body parts, and surreal objects like a giant, cracked egg. René Magritte’s style is evident in the realistic rendering of these objects in an otherwise impossible setting, challenging perceptions and evoking curiosity about the subconscious mind.
Prompt: In my dream, I discovered an extraordinary collection of clocks that not only measured time but also showed memories. The clocks were on display in an old, haunted shop, full of secrets and memories of times gone by. Each clock had a unique design and told its own story.
One of the clocks showed the memory of a sun-drenched afternoon by the sea. As I carefully picked up the clock, I saw a beach panorama appear before my eyes: sandcastles, the sound of the waves, and the smell of salt in the air. The scene was so vivid and real that I almost felt like I was there.
Another clock told the story of a first look under the stars. The stars glittered in the sky as the clock revealed the memory of the gentle whispers of lovers and the beating of hearts floating through the air.
There were also clocks that showed the memories of great historical events and personal milestones. One clock represented the celebrations of a royal wedding, another the excitement of a first flight. Each memory was like a precious painting, frozen in time, just waiting to be brought back to life.
The atmosphere in the shop was mysterious and full of magic. The light coming through the windows was warm and golden, and the room smelled of old wood and a hint of lavender. All around me, clocks hung from chains on the walls or stood in glass cases, each with a label describing the type of memory it revealed.
Prompt: in my dream I found myself in a room full of memories, each moment a bright spot in the room radiating happiness and joy. It was a large, bright room with walls made of shimmering light. The floor was soft and warm beneath my feet, as if it was made of golden sand warmed by the sun.
All around me floated small, glowing spheres, each a frozen memory of happy times. I reached for one of the spheres and felt a gentle tingling in my fingers as it lit up in my hand and a vivid image appeared before my eyes.
I saw myself as a child, laughing and playing in a sunlit garden, surrounded by friends and family. The air was filled with happy laughter and the scent of freshly mown grass. The memory was so vivid I could almost feel the warmth of the sun and the grass beneath my feet.
I let go of the sphere and it floated gently back into the room before I reached for another. This sphere depicted a seaside vacation, the endless blue of the ocean and the clear sky above. I saw myself walking along the beach, the salty water playing around my feet and the wind blowing in my hair. The feeling of freedom and happiness filled me, as if I were there again, in that perfect moment.
Each sphere I touched contained a different happy memory: birthday parties with bright candles and colorful gifts, evenings around the campfire with good friends, cozy winter days in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate and a good book. The memories came in an endless series, each of them a precious treasure from my past.
The room itself seemed to breathe, alive with the energy of these happy memories. The walls gently pulsed to the beat of my heart, and the air was filled with a gentle hum, as if the joy and happiness contained in these memories played a melody of their own.
Prompt: Vivid emotional landscape, abstract representation of memories, introspective journey, personal growth, inner turmoil, self-reflection, symbolic imagery, dream-like sequences, surreal elements, vibrant color palette, expressive brushstrokes, mixed media, contemporary art style, raw and authentic, deep shadows and highlights, evocative lighting, intricate details, emotional depth, by Frida Kahlo and Salvador Dali, Artstation.
Prompt: Ethereal realm where time stands still and the air vibrates with echoes of the past; mist-covered skies, ancient trees entwine in forgotten memories within hidden paths that guard lost dreams; limpid waters reflect the light of a whispering nostalgia
Prompt: Animation. A woman wearing a flowing white dress walking through the depths of her mind, remembering all the beautiful times she shared with her loved ones
Prompt: close-up human eye, the pupil is the earth globe the lash roots and lashes envolk landscapes of beauty, flowers and seasons and beautiful clouds daytime lower lashes and stars at night vivid blue sky and moon upper lash and lid areas.
Prompt: Ethereal spirits in an ancient forest, ghostly figures in flowing attire, mysterious fog, fading memories, sense of loss, touch of melancholy, soft pastel colors, delicate brushstrokes, dreamlike atmosphere, subtle lighting, evocative and emotional, artistic interpretation, inspired by Alberto Vargas' style, Artstation.
Prompt: A young woman sits on a vintage station platform, dressed in a flowing yellow dress, her long brunette hair cascading down. Warm sunlight casts soft shadows as she waits patiently. Antique luggage is beside her. The platform is alive with diverse commuters and pigeons pecking at crumbs. Retro architecture and an old-fashioned clock showing the time add to the nostalgic atmosphere. The scene is drawn with ink and a quill pen, using scratching, splashing, and blotting techniques. Irregular, squiggly lines give it a realistic yet nostalgic style, colored with dirty aquarelle, splatters, and overspray. This detailed and evocative artwork, reminiscent of Edward Hopper and Norman Rockwell, has an ultra-filigrane texture akin to Georges Pichard’s intricate fine lines, capturing a dreamy, ethereal moment.
Prompt: Silent tears fell; memories lingered. Loneliness wrapped her heart tightly. Vivid neon colours of red and blue and yellow and purple and orange. Black background. Beautiful image.
Prompt: Photo Mage, searching for non-obvious connections Happiness is realized only after it has already happened,
happiness is always in the past. Happiness can only be remembered! IN the style of Dan Quintana
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.
