Prompt: Her body smooth, but thorns hidden,
A touch soft, though menacingly hidden.
As you approach, you can already feel her spell,
Sensual thorns, like a temptress' gift.
Under your eyelids lurks mystery,
Sometimes subtly teasing, sometimes wild sensuality.
With a single glance she pierces to the core,
And in its nature warmth hides and power.
Close to her is a dream - beautiful and fleeting,
To touch her is like crossing a solitary threshold.
A woman hedgehog - the sharpness of the senses in her,
She seduces you, though she herself is still free dreaming.
Q
Prompt: Poem on Understanding
In silence words are silent, where thoughts shine like stars,
I touch your heart - no more explanations are needed.
With your gaze like a mirror, I see the truth, so naked,
Understanding is a bridge between us, infinite in its grace.
I do not ask, you do not explain - our silence speaks for us,
Worlds tangled together, like the lines of a hand entwined in one fate.
That which is unspoken has more power than words,
Like a silent wind that carries wisdom into eternity.
Understanding is not a moment - it is the eternal radiance of existence,
In your eyes I see myself, and in mine you find home.
What is inside us weaves like the secret weave of life,
In this moment I know - you are my truth, you are my understanding.
Prompt: Middle Earth fashion show with Gandalf outfit models posing with electric guitars. Catwalk in the great cave of Mount Doom. Flying Dwarfs and flying Dark Horses fly through the cave in formation, laughing.
Prompt: A dream: always a similar emotion but different scenarios. mismatched causalities. A woman drowning in the mid of a carpet on the floor of a living room. We can see her shoulders and head and arms above the carpet. She raising her hand for help and making the carped building waves.
Prompt: Micro photography of a tiny white and black Dragon up close,Cute ,Nature ,Dew ,Sunny, intricate details, HDR, beautifully shot, hyperrealistic, sharp focus, 64 megapixels, perfect composition, high contrast, cinematic, atmospheric, moody
Prompt: André Bauchant style, textured brushstrokes, thickly applied oil paint. Samphire with light green stems and yellow umbels, flowers with detailed pattern, white, pink, salmon, red, variegated, surrounded by leaves, textured, weathered rock wall in the background
Prompt: Let the golden leaves dance to immortality in your gorgeous Autumn dream. It is a glorious afternoon as the golden light is illuminating the fragile vase of white roses blooming at the window, love in the afternoon, music filled the air, bliss is lovely moment when lovers meet, in the warmth of an Autumn afternoon. Ethereal beautiful young East Asian female figure, golden sun backdrop, flowing fabric, long flowing hair, mystical pose, nature connection, magical aura, ethereal beauty, dusk ambiance, enchanting, fantasy-inspired, detailed illustration, vibrant colours, warm golden tones, fantasy art style, intricate details, soft lighting. Paint a dreamy hazy breezy wet on wet watercolour artwork, using minimal paints and maximum loose water effects, EmmAI autumnal colour palette, melancholy composition, minimalist, impressionist, with no text.
Prompt: @JazzSamba
The scent of you, of alien metals, diffuses
into my atmosphere of breath and frozen dust.
{color palette: teal, violet, gold and black}
Holograms and bokeh
Spectrum Magazine, Graphic Novel surrealistic Comic Art by Bill Sienkiewicz, Francis Bacon, Marc Chagall, Ben Templesmith, Dave McKean, Zdzisław Beksiński, Brom, Alexandra Manukyan, Rimel Neffati, Deborah Tuberville, Andrew Wyeth, Irina Ionescu
Prompt: A young woman standing in the heart of a dimly lit, cobweb-infested room, her back pressed against an ancient grandfather clock that seems to have stopped ticking eons ago. She is dressed in a tattered, yet elegant, ballroom gown that appears to be from a bygone era, its once vibrant colors now faded to a ghostly pallor. Her hair is a wild cascade of curls that seem to hold a static electricity of their own, crackling with an unseen tension. Her eyes, wide and piercing, reflect the flickering candlelight that casts eerie shadows across her face. The candles, perched precariously on the clock's shelves, seem to be slowly melting away like the sands of time. The room is adorned with forgotten relics and decaying grandeur, hinting at a once-celebrated past now overtaken by the relentless march of decay. In her hand, she holds a single, crimson rose, the petals slightly wilted but the thorns sharp and menacing, symbolizing the delicate balance between beauty and danger. The wallpaper behind her is peeling away, revealing a mural of a ticking clockwork mechanism that stretches out across the walls, as if the very fabric of the room is wound up in her fate. The gears of the mural are stained with rust, mirroring the stagnant clock in the background. The floorboards beneath her are cracked and unsteady, as if any moment they could give way to an abyss of time itself. She stands as a living metaphor, a ticking timebomb dressed in the finery of a doomed era, poised between the allure of the past and the inevitability of the future, the silent tick of the clock echoing the inexorable beat of her racing heart
Prompt: Imagine a mystifying scene, captured within the confines of a humble room. There, resting on long wooden shelves, are numerous glass jars, each holding a remarkable miniature universe. One particular jar stands out with its intriguing scene: a magnificent super nova, illuminating its surroundings with bursts of vibrant hues and energy. Other jars nearby contain galaxies in an array of dazzling colors, nebulae forming intricate patterns, and glowing suns radiating intense warmth. The room itself is dimly lit, enhancing the glow from these cosmic treasures, creating a spectacle that's simply out of this world.
Prompt: It's raining on a twilight Autumnal meadow, a delicate yellow orange butterfly perches on a small soaking wet fragile purple wildflower swaying in the strong wind, raindrops like tears from the sky on its iridescent wings reflecting a spectrum of colours, set against a soft, dreamy background of muted hues. Paint a dreamy hazy breezy wet on wet watercolour artwork, using minimal paints and maximum loose water effects, EmmAI autumnal colour palette, melancholy composition, minimalist, impressionist, with no text.
Prompt: She lost three strikes. She didn't know why. He cared about her but freed himself and condemned her with the dungeons of her soul. Now, tears are washing the dust from her face. A rat around her feet. Oil paint. Dariusz Zawadzki
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.
16w
9w
