Prompt: Academic drawing. A beautiful girl of 20 years old in the 18th century. He plays the harp. The background is a beautiful music hall. very professional performance. clear lines. elaboration of small details. a three-dimensional image that brings joy and admiration.
Prompt: See a body and a dream of the dead days
A followin' of lost and blind
Livin' far from here
Tomorrow is a hard to find
And it seems like twenty five years of promises and give me more
Scenes of a hand me down in dresses heard before
First and last and always
Till the end of the time
First and last and always
Mine
Maybe it's not so easy
Maybe it's a way too long
Say, say you'll be by me
When the evidence comes along
First and last and always
My calling
My time
First and last and always
Mine
My calling
My time
Prompt: She walks by moonlight
No one really knows
Enchanted starlight
Never going home
I know she's going down, going
Everybody knows she's so good
Doing well for others
She doesn't really know
The powers are within her
As she takes off her clothes
I know she's going down, going
Everybody knows she's so good
Doing well for others
She doesn't really know
The powers are within her
As she takes off her clothes
I know she's going down, going
Everybody knows she's so good
Prompt: A surreal artwork of a beautiful woman wearing a dress that is all made of small and dense music notes, with rainbow headphones on her head, she is listening to relaxing music. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, yet I still see her, indescribable beauty that makes me weep, She is made of hyper detailed & varied textures, visualized sounds, bits of memories like dust particles in sunlight, visible for micro seconds, I want to collect them to piece together an image, scene or message, but they can’t be captured, they float in cosmic unison & disappear unaware of my presence, she is porcelain & rusted metal, peeling paint, smooth copper, the sound of a mountain creek, the dynamism of water in motion, like silk moire with sublime designs & iridescent reflections, shapeshifters that slip through my fingers if I dare grasp. she is fall colors, indigo blue, leaves imprinted with intricate veins, tiny masterpieces, part of a greater masterpiece that is now embers, charred edges that disintegrate upon touch, reminders of stories - not read, told, finished, or written, remnants of well-hidden, blood sweat & tears, forged by survival instincts, she is soft white fluffy beach sand that feels like heaven between my toes,, sandpaper, delicate flower petals, dandelions, driftwood, cracked leather, a scratched itch, the perfect bite, laughter, singing & wailing, she is a visibly retreating echo, so all that’s left is the reverberation of my voice, I hold my breath hoping for a sound, but the palpable silence in the loneliest space & I realize I have nothing left to say anymore.
Prompt: Imagine in alcohol ink a gold leading-edge a whimsical tree with a wide trunk and sprawling branches set against a black background. The tree is adorned with various musical instruments including guitars, violins, brass horns, saxophones, harps, and percussion-like drums, all intricately woven into the branches. The musical instruments have a realistic appearance with natural wood finishes and metallic surfaces. Musical notes and clefs float around the instruments, signifying a melody that emanates from the tree. The base of the tree trunk dissolves into an elegant swirl of music-staff lines with notes on them as if the tree is rooted in music. A small, square, beige tag hangs from one of the lower branches. Additionally, several small white butterflies, a few colourful stars, and a tiny, golden treble clef are scattered around the tree, adding a touch of magic and lightness to the composition.
Prompt: Father father did you trick or treat?
My bucket is empty but words on the streets
Had me had me in the guillotine
So I just keep on keep on breathing
Father father will I make it home
And carry my soul now my mind is alone?
Will you will you make it disappear
That voice underneath I refuse to hear?
When I get low
My my my my melodies change
And I I I
Feel the whole world
Coming down on me
I really wanna save it but actuality
Shoots me down
Bang bang bang
Getting out of bed
Coz this boomerang
Always comes back
Harder than I thought
A different kind of blues has infected my heart
Father father did you trick or treat
Did it come from your hands when they gave me the sweet
Sugar, sugar did I lose my mind?
Will I just keep on keep on dreaming
Father father will you be around
When my wings they collapse and I fall towards the ground?
Will you will you make it disappear
That voice underneath I refuse to hear?
When I get low
My my my melodies change
And I I I
Feel the whole world
Coming down on me
I really wanna save it but actuality
Shoots me down
Bang bang bang
Getting out of bed
Coz this boomerang
Always comes back
Harder than I thought
A different kind of blues has infected my heart
And it keeps on coming back
And leaves without fulfilling my desires
When you got nothing left to lose
There is nothing left to choose
It's a different kind of blues
And I ain't givin' up
No I ain't givin' up
Coz if the stars can shine a light
Then the sun must be bright somewhere else
When I get low
My my my melodies change
And I I I
Feel the whole world
Coming down on me
I really wanna save it but actuality
Shoots me down
Bang bang bang
Getting out of bed
Coz this boomerang
Always comes back
Harder than I thought
Prompt: Gion Matsuri in Kyoto: The historic streets of Kyoto come alive during the Gion Matsuri, featuring majestic floats adorned with tapestries and lit by lanterns. Spectators in yukata cheer as musicians and dancers perform, embodying centuries of tradition.
Prompt: A yellow rose that has just fallen into the water of a calm lake, it is on the surface of the water and there are small waves moving away from it in a circle, and the circles of wavelets draws the portrait of a very pretty girl with guitar
Prompt: if music be the food of love, play on: collage made of ripped tissue paper, sheet music, newsprint, and alcohol ink with overpainted metallic highlights
Prompt: Moonlight Sonata: A pianist plays under the moonlight, fingers flowing over the keys without force, the music blending seamlessly with the night sounds, embodying effortlessness in creativity and expression.
Prompt: on the banks of a stony river, a black man plays the banjo, his little dog is nearby, at sunset, light colors, Marc Cezanne style, wet on wet, rough paper, cardboard
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.
