Prompt: For where-e’er the sun does shine,
And where-e’er the rain does fall:
Babe can never hunger there,
Nor poverty the mind appall.
in the style of Alexander Jansson, surreal
Prompt: And their sun does never shine.
And their fields are bleak & bare.
And their ways are fill’d with thorns.
It is eternal winter there.
in the style of Alexander Jansson, surreal
Prompt: Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
It is a land of poverty!
in the style of Alexander Jansson, surreal
Prompt: Is this a holy thing to see,
In a rich and fruitful land,
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurious hand?
in the style of Alexander Jansson, surreal
Prompt: Is this a holy thing to see,
In a rich and fruitful land,
Babes reducd to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
It is a land of poverty!
And their sun does never shine.
And their fields are bleak & bare.
And their ways are fill’d with thorns.
It is eternal winter there.
For where-e’er the sun does shine,
And where-e’er the rain does fall:
Babe can never hunger there,
Nor poverty the mind appall.
in the style of Alexander Jansson, surreal
Prompt: My love
Is like the grasses.
Hidden in the deep mountain.
Though its abundance increases,
There is none that knows.
in the style of Alexander Jansson, surreal
Prompt: We succeeded in getting tickets to the show. Oil painting by Thomas Kinkade, contrasted with a black and pink sky created by Luis Royo, detailed ink droplets in water by Alberto Seveso adding complexity to the background, floral and organic motifs in the style of Carne Griffiths embellishing the foreground, and Cy Twombly-inspired scribbles adding an element of ancient art, masterpiece quality, ultra fine, vivid colors, highly detailed.
Prompt: Chilled into a serenity
As rigid as your pose.
You linger trustingly,
But a gutter waits for you.
Your elegance does not secure
You favors with the sun.
He is not one to pity fragileness.
He thinks all cheeks should burn
And feel how tears can run.
Prompt: Chilled into a serenity
As rigid as your pose.
You linger trustingly,
But a gutter waits for you.
Your elegance does not secure
You favors with the sun.
He is not one to pity fragileness.
He thinks all cheeks should burn
And feel how tears can run.
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.
