Prompt: A handsome young man with disheveled auburn hair, eyes wide with terror, jolts awake in a cold sweat. His bedroom is plunged into near darkness, illuminated only by intermittent flashes of brilliant lightning through the window. These stark, ethereal bursts cast monstrous, dancing shadows across the walls, twisting familiar objects into terrifying shapes. A creepy, antique oil painting, depicting a haunting, shadowy figure, hangs askew on the damp wall, its eyes seeming to follow him. The air is thick with a chilling dread. Cinematic lighting, deep shadows, dramatic, photorealistic, horror genre, high contrast.
Prompt: in the corner of the room sits a man in a straitjacket, holding his hands over his ears and screaming in horror. and around the room shadows from the other world are drawn towards him
Prompt: A dimly lit chamber with ancient stone walls glows faintly from a single candle placed on an ornate brass holder. The warm, golden light illuminates the face of a lone figure—a cloaked individual with enigmatic, soulful eyes—revealing delicate details of their weathered features while casting deep shadows across the room. In the background, a partially obscured tapestry hints at celestial symbols and cryptic inscriptions. The interplay of light and darkness evokes a profound sense of mystery, as if the room holds secrets waiting to be unveiled
Prompt: classical oil painting mixed with modern clockworkpunk horror. Based on poem:
Sleep brings no joy to me, remembrance never dies
My soul is given to misery and lives in sighs...
The shadows of the dead, my waken eyes may never see
Surround my bed, that from which they sprung eternity
Beneath the turf the silent dead
Sleep brings no wish to knit, my harrassed heart beneath
My only wish is to forget in the sleep of death
Death is my joy, I long to be at rest
I wish the damp earth covered, this desolate breast
Beneath the mould the silent dead
But the glad eyes around us must weep as we have done
And we must see the same gloom eclipse their morning sun
Oh not for them, should we despair
The grave is drear but they're not there
Their dust is mingled with the sod
Their pale souls are gone, to god
Well, may they live in ecstasy, their long eternity of joy
At least I wouldn't bring them down with me to weep, to groan
And what's the future, a sea beneath the cloudless sun
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea stretching into infinity
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.
