Prompt: But when Marie drew nearer, she saw that the entire gate was made of preserves—orgeat blossoms, pralines, and currants. That was why, according to Nutcracker, this gate was known as the Praline Gate.
Prompt: A heartwarming, hand-drawn watercolor illustration of a rustic countryside pantry, filled with the warmth and charm of a traditional farmhouse. Wooden shelves line the walls, carefully stocked with glass jars of preserves, golden honey, pickled vegetables, and dried herbs. Thick sausages and large, well-cured hams hang from the ceiling, adding to the cozy abundance of the scene. Sunlight filters through a small window, casting a soft glow on the worn wooden surfaces and highlighting the rich textures of the stored goods. In the foreground, a tiny field mouse sits prominently near the base of a shelf, nibbling on a crumb it has discovered, its delicate paws clutching the morsel. The mouse is clearly visible, its whiskers twitching as it eats, unaware of the danger nearby. Just a few feet away, a sleek farmhouse cat crouches dramatically in the foreground, its eyes locked onto the unsuspecting mouse. The cat's body is tense, its tail flicking slightly, and its muscles coiled in preparation for a leap. The dynamic tension between the cat and mouse is central to the composition, drawing the viewer’s attention to this classic countryside moment. The illustration is created using delicate watercolor washes with fine ink outlines, capturing a nostalgic, storybook feel. The 'wet-on-wet' painting technique adds gentle color blending, while light pencil textures enhance the details of the wooden beams, glass jars, and the soft fur of the animals. The edges of the image fade into an unfinished, sketch-like effect with artistic ink splashes, adding to the dreamy, vintage aesthetic.
Prompt: Prompt by jexiq q: Scene in Mixed Palette Knife and Impasto Techniques: Imagine a scene: A cozy kitchen scene takes form, filled with warmth and movement. In the foreground, a young woman is kneeling by a rustic wooden cabinet, carefully stacking jars of homemade jam. The layers of impasto strokes bring her plaid apron to life, with its red and white patterns textured as if stitched onto the canvas. Her hands, delicately painted with a palette knife, capture the careful precision of her task. On the countertop beside her, a basket of freshly picked apples glows with deep red and golden tones, each piece uniquely textured, as if you could feel their smooth skins. A checkered dishcloth hangs over the edge, its folds deeply grooved, emphasizing its woven fabric. The background features a simple window framed by lace curtains, painted with soft, deliberate strokes to let a golden ray of sunlight stream in. The light catches on the glass jars, their contents shimmering with hues of orange and ruby red, created with thick, translucent layers of paint. The kitchen walls, textured with muted cream tones, add a rustic charm, tying the whole scene into a moment of everyday serenity.
Prompt: In an old small house, several people are busy with autumn canning. there are also children there. autumn fruit trees can be seen through the window
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.
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.
