Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
I have never had time to see; throw me, pieces of red, absolving the dead, trying to find an answer.
Stars seem to shine like thoughts in my mind, forever there but somehow out of reach.
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
I have never had time to see; throw me, pieces of red, absolving the dead, trying to find an answer.
Stars seem to shine like thoughts in my mind, forever there but somehow out of reach.
Prompt: I've travelled this world alone, without you by my side, so many wrong turns taken, without you as my guide. Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: Time drips away with every tick-tock of the clock, I've moved from place to place trying, to re-invent every facet of, a flawed sense of self, but the only thing that has changed, is this body and the lines upon my face. I seem to keep following me around
Prompt: Time drips away with every tick-tock of the clock, I've moved from place to place trying, to re-invent every facet of, a flawed sense of self, but the only thing that has changed, is this body and the lines upon my face. I seem to keep following me around
Prompt: Time drips away with every tick-tock of the clock, I've moved from place to place trying, to re-invent every facet of, a flawed sense of self, but the only thing that has changed, is this body and the lines upon my face. I seem to keep following me around
Pastel colours dripping horizontally across the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: Time drips away with every tick-tock of the clock, I've moved from place to place trying, to re-invent every facet of, a flawed sense of self, but the only thing that has changed, is this body and the lines upon my face. I seem to keep following me around.
3D, fantasy, visionary image, surreal, dramatic lighting, collage, in style of Rallé
Prompt: Time drips away with every tick-tock of the clock,
I've moved from place to place trying,
to re-invent every facet of,
a flawed sense of self,
but the only thing that has changed,
is this body and the lines upon my face.
I seem to keep following me around.
In style of escher, cubist, vorticism, lots of paint, sinister, style of Hieronymus Bosch, 3D
Prompt: Time drips away with every tick-tock of the clock, I've moved from place to place trying, to re-invent every facet of, a flawed sense of self, but the only thing that has changed, is this body and the lines upon my face. I seem to keep following me around
Pastel colours dripping horizontally across the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: If I knew how to run, I'd come running to you, if I knew how to dance, I'd dance for you. In style of escher, cubist, vorticism, lots of paint, sinister, style of Hieronymus Bosch, 3D
Prompt: Fresh faced imbeciles laughing at me, I've been laughing myself is that so hard to see? In style of escher, cubist, vorticism, lots of paint, sinister, style of Hieronymus Bosch, 3D
Prompt: The World is yours: inhale its wonder and believe in yourself. as much as I believe in you Pastel colours dripping horizontally across the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke. Polymorphic colour distillations fading to misty dream forests. Dali, cubism, Jackson pollock, Charles rennie macintosh. Great depth of field
Prompt: The World is yours: inhale its wonder and believe in yourself. as much as I believe in you.
A mesmerizing, expressive, and highly textured rough oil paint sketch of improvisation, overflowing with dynamic colourful brush strokes that dance across the page, capturing the frenetic energy of creative spontaneity, set against a warm, creamy paper texture that evokes a sense of traditional artistry, with bold, gestural lines, soft, whispery shading, and an overall sense of unbridled freedom, as if the brush strokes themselves were possessed by the creative spirit, with subtle hints of graphite smudging and rough paper fibers adding depth and tactility to the overall piece.
Prompt: The World is yours: inhale its wonder and believe in yourself. as much as I believe in you.
A mesmerizing, expressive, and highly textured rough pencil sketch of improvisation, overflowing with dynamic coloured pencil marks that dance across the page, capturing the frenetic energy of creative spontaneity, set against a warm, creamy paper texture that evokes a sense of traditional artistry, with bold, gestural lines, soft, whispery shading, and an overall sense of unbridled freedom, as if the coloured pencils themselves were possessed by the creative spirit, with subtle hints of graphite smudging and rough paper fibers adding depth and tactility to the overall piece.
Prompt: The World is yours: inhale its wonder and believe in yourself. as much as I believe in you
Pastel colours dripping horizontally across the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: Words.
Pastel colours dripping horizontally across the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: Her home, her castle, it was but a room in the dark. She clothed me and fed me, warmed me and read me, But everything was so false, no matter where I hit, she seemed to just look through me, and nothing seemed to fit
Pastel colours dripping horizontally across the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
Her home, her castle, it was but a room in the dark. She clothed me and fed me,
warmed me and read me,
Titled me with her thoughts.
But everything was so false, no matter where I hit,
she seemed to just look through me,
and nothing seemed to fit
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
Her home, her castle, it was but a room in the dark. She clothed me and fed me,
warmed me and read me,
Titled me with her thoughts.
But everything was so false, no matter where I hit,
she seemed to just look through me,
and nothing seemed to fit
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
Seven woes for seven walks, seven feelings for anyone who talks, there are no people in the background, but there's jokers in the sky
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
Seven woes for seven walks, seven feelings for anyone who talks, there are no people in the background, but there's jokers in the sky
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
Her home, her castle, it was but a room in the dark. She clothed me and fed me,
warmed me and read me,
But everything was so false, no matter where I hit,
she seemed to just look through me,
and nothing seemed to fit
Prompt: The sun declines to shine again,
Through the hazy orange and red sky,
And the leaves no longer rustle,
while the trees hold straight their boughs.
The sounds of birds no longer fills the air as,
the air grows cooler,
after the great onslaught of the sun
- in the aftermath of the heat.
Life reverberates now,
every so slowly as,
the cool evening air takes possession
Pastel colours dripping horizontally across the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: The sun declines to shine again,
Through the hazy orange and red sky,
And the leaves no longer rustle,
while the trees hold straight their boughs.
The sounds of birds no longer fills the air as,
the air grows cooler,
after the great onslaught of the sun
- in the aftermath of the heat.
Life reverberates now,
every so slowly as,
the cool evening air takes possession
Pastel colours dripping horizontally across the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
I have never had time to see; throw me, pieces of red, absolving the dead, trying to find an answer.
Thoughts seem to shine like stars in my mind, forever there but somehow out of reach.
Prompt: Sing me a fish
Pastel colours dripping horizontally across the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: Busy city scene represented as quantum quibits. Polymorphic colour distillations fading to misty dream forests. Dali, cubism, Jackson pollock, Charles rennie macintosh. Great depth of field
Prompt: A mesmerizing, expressive, and highly textured rough pencil sketch of improvisation, overflowing with dynamic pencil marks that dance across the page, capturing the frenetic energy of creative spontaneity, set against a warm, creamy paper texture that evokes a sense of traditional artistry, with bold, gestural lines, soft, whispery shading, and an overall sense of unbridled freedom, as if the pencils themselves were possessed by the creative spirit, with subtle hints of graphite smudging and rough paper fibers adding depth and tactility to the overall piece.
Prompt: Where would I be without you, just living inside my head, with only dreams to breathe through, and the rest of life unsaid. Pastel colours dripping vertically down the image of a very faint double exposure sepia image as if made from a foggy waterpaint brush stroke.
Prompt: answering a telephone while sticking a fish in my ear and singing Japanese karaoke. surreal in the style of Hieronymous Bosch, Naoto Hattori. Mesh fencing as patchwork. Minimilist, surrealism of Roberto Matta
Prompt: A mesmerizing, expressive, and highly textured rough pencil sketch of improvisation, overflowing with dynamic pencil marks that dance across the page, capturing the frenetic energy of creative spontaneity, set against a warm, creamy paper texture that evokes a sense of traditional artistry, with bold, gestural lines, soft, whispery shading, and an overall sense of unbridled freedom, as if the pencils themselves were possessed by the creative spirit, with subtle hints of graphite smudging and rough paper fibers adding depth and tactility to the overall piece.
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.