Prompt: Japanese erotica circa 1950
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 . In styler of Charles rennie macintosh, escher, cubist, vorticism, lots of paint, sinister, style of , 3D
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: Teenager in the Poppy field, Unbelievable watercolor speedpaint by Johnson Tsang, speedpaint, paint drips, strokes, dripping, by Android Jones, hyperdetailed, decent colors, impasto hypertextured, dripping paint strokes, perfect composition, Art of Illusion 3D shading, hyperdetailed, ZBrush, cel-shaded, golden ratio
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
I have never had time to see; throw me, pieces of green, looking mean, trying to find an answer.
Stars seem to shine like thoughts in my mind, forever there but somehow out of reach.
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
Prompt: He walked across the seas, this man of iron and ice, he walked across the seas, But he never travelled blind. He walked across the seas, to find some peace of mind
Confusion bounds. 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: 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: Swordfish Trombone. Abstract art. 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: 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: Create an image that blends the styles of surrealism and minimilism. The image should be a vibrant and chaotic composition of abstract shapes and figures, conveying confusion. And yet the shapes should also be suggestive of musical instruments and sounds, as if the image is capturing the essence of music in visual form.
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: 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: A dream inside a dream of loneliness. Hieronymous Bosch, Naoto Hattori, Caspar David Friedrich, Aubrey Beardsley, Justin O'Neal, Daniel Merriam, Ernst Haeckel, Isaac Levitan. My life is but confusion. Great depth of field
Prompt: My life it winds a varied track,
I know not where I'll be,
But I'll keep my past to myself,
Obscured dep down in memory
by john laverty, jackson pollock, max ernst
Prompt: Abstract minimalism. Surreal artwork.
I have never had time to see; throw me, pieces of green, looking mean, trying to find an answer.
Stars seem to shine like thoughts in my mind, forever there but somehow out of reach.
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.