Prompt: Captain Amara squinted through the salty spray, her weathered hand gripping the ship's wheel. A flash of crimson had caught her eye, bobbing amidst the rolling waves. As the ship crested a swell, she gasped. It wasn't a piece of wreckage, but a heart. A human heart, pulsing with a fiery glow, suspended impossibly in the churning sea.
Panic clawed at Amara's throat. Hearts didn't belong in the ocean, especially not burning ones. But the sight of the desperate glow, the rhythm of the fiery pulse, stirred a deep protectiveness within her. No one, not even a burning heart, deserved such a watery grave.
"Hold her steady!" she roared to her crew, her voice hoarse with the salt-laden wind. "We're going in."
Grumbling echoed amongst the crew, seasoned sailors all who knew the dangers of the open sea. Yet, a silent understanding passed between them and their captain. Amara was a woman who wouldn't leave someone, something, in such a desperate state.
The ship lurched as they steered towards the flaming heart. Heat radiated from it, distorting the air above. Amara felt the sweat prickle on her skin despite the cool sea breeze. Grabbing a thick canvas sailcloth, she braced herself as they drew close.
With a sickening lurch, the ship scraped against the pulsing heart. Amara leaped forward, the sailcloth stretched taut before her. Using a boat hook, she managed to snag the fiery heart, dragging it aboard in a burst of steam.
The deck sizzled beneath the heart's touch. Sailors scrambled back, fear etched on their faces. Amara, however, knelt before the strange object, her gaze locked on the frantic rhythm of its fiery pulse. This wasn't just a heart, it was a life force, flickering and desperate.
Prompt: In a dark and surreal world of ash, a group of worshippers clad in tattered robes revere an idol while a maiden is bound to it. A lone barbarian, armed and determined, moves to rescue her in an ultra-detailed, hyperrealistic, and mystically eerie scene with Lovecraftian undertones.
Prompt: Everything made of ash. People in ashen, black tattered robes worship an idol of abomination with an unveiled bosomy maiden is tied to it. A barbarian with sword and horned helm stalks quietly to save her.
Prompt: From the kitten's perspective, the world is a gigantic playground full of endless possibilities. The yarn key is not just a toy, but a colossal monster of colors and textures. The soft wool feels comfortable against the kitten's paws, and the smooth surface is perfect for scratching and biting.
The kitten chases the yarn key around the yard,
and the long tail follows like a fluttering serpent. It jumps and spans the yarn key, and it rolls round and round in the soft wool.
But soon the yarn starts to get tangled in the kitten's paws. It tries to break free, but the yarn only wraps tightly. The kitten feels the panic rising and it starts meowing for help.
The grandmother hears the kitten's meow and rushes to the rescue. She carefully untangles the yarn from the kitten's paws and she soothes it with a loving voice.
The kitten is relieved and grateful for the grandmother's help. It lays down at her feet and purrs contentedly.
Prompt: From the kitten's perspective, the world is a gigantic playground full of endless possibilities. The yarn key is not just a toy, but a colossal monster of colors and textures. The soft wool feels comfortable against the kitten's paws, and the smooth surface is perfect for scratching and biting.
The kitten chases the yarn key around the yard,
and the long tail follows like a fluttering serpent. It jumps and spans the yarn key, and it rolls round and round in the soft wool.
But soon the yarn starts to get tangled in the kitten's paws. It tries to break free, but the yarn only wraps tightly. The kitten feels the panic rising and it starts meowing for help.
The grandmother hears the kitten's meow and rushes to the rescue. She carefully untangles the yarn from the kitten's paws and she soothes it with a loving voice.
The kitten is relieved and grateful for the grandmother's help. It lays down at her feet and purrs contentedly.
Prompt: In the heart of a bustling metropolis, chaos reigns as the Dynamite Man springs into action to thwart a sinister plot. The city skyline looms ominously in the background, bathed in the glow of neon lights and towering skyscrapers. Amidst the chaos, the Dynamite Man stands tall, his muscular form illuminated by the flickering flames of nearby explosions. With determination etched upon his face, he wields a bundle of dynamite sticks in one hand and a detonator in the other, ready to confront his foes head-on. Surrounding him are the remnants of battle, with debris littering the streets and plumes of smoke rising into the air. The sound of sirens wails in the distance, a testament to the ongoing struggle between good and evil in the city. In the midst of the action, the Dynamite Man remains a beacon of hope, his unwavering resolve inspiring those around him to stand up against injustice. With every explosion, he draws closer to victory, proving that even in the face of overwhelming odds, justice will prevail
Prompt: wide picture of spaceship interior with burning flames with beautiful scandinavian woman flying in, wears spacesuit, pale skin, short black hair, scarred, afraid
Prompt: A man stand in the water with a red rescue drysuit put on. He has a red rescue helmet on his head, with a rope bag in his hand. It was in the evening the light was dark, but there's a stand light beside him.
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.
