Prompt: by Hieronymous Bosch, Naoto Hattori, Caspar David Friedrich, Aubrey Beardsley, Justin O'Neal, Daniel Merriam, Leonora Carrington, Ernst Haeckel, they came in phases, hurriedly
Prompt: Amorphous skyscrapers in surrealist landscape in the style of the Scottish Colourists and Paul Klee,
Add swirling distortion to image. Great deph of field
Prompt: My memory is fading, but my life not beyond repair.
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: Paint falls like water onto a blank canvas, splashing yet revealing the very faint beginnings of an image of a face. face appears as if a mirage on the canvas. double exposure image
Prompt: Since we've been together, I've found life's path with ease, and all because you chose to dance, to dance this life with me.
.Abstract minimalism.
Prompt: numbers, letters and quantum mathematical symbols and equations are exploding from a glass globe of the earth into outer space. The very outer edges of the image are muted colorful pastoral scenes. Naoto Hattori, Daniel Merriam, muted colors, Hieronymus Bosch, Mark Ryden, Vania Zouravliov, H. R. Giger, Aubrey Beardsley, Leonora Carrington, Caspar David Friedrich, Aubrey Beardsley
Prompt: Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God’s lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Black-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks—
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air—
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel—
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
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: My life it winds a varied track, I know not where I'll be, But I'll keep my past to myself, Deep down obscured in memory . In the style of John lavery.
Prompt: don't you remember down by the riverbank, when the sun would diffract through the sky, where we would envisage all our tomorrows, as the river carried our hopes on by. Autumnal colours, broad brush strokes
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.