Prompt: hand painted antique canvas of a Risograph Art of a mysterious tall absurdist gentleman, perfect hair and colorful dress emerges wearing a surprised glance. The moody backdrop creates an atmosphere of entertainment and enchantment and delight high resolution fine detailed textures fine colors scratches, tears, burn marks, cracks in the paint in the mix style of Joan Miro Gabriel Pacheco, antique extreme canvas textured
Prompt: A large clockface where the numbers on the face have snow on them and icicles dripping from them. . One hand of the clockface is a snow spade and the other is a branch of holly . The large clock sits in a winter scene with snow
in style of Paul Nash.
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: 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: surrealism
walking the streets alone,
the evening closing in like a black cape,
sprinkled with pearls of rain,
emaphasising the solitude that exists,
when there is no one there,
to softly, sweetly, whisper your name
Add colour.
Prompt: A dream of solitude within a dream of crowds within a dream of trees. In style of jackson pollock, Isaac Levitan, Naoto Hattori, Caspar David Friedrich, Aubrey Beardsley
Prompt: Abstract in the style of lowry blended with the aesthetics of Charles rennie macintosh. Sinister overtones.
Her love is the gravity that,
Keeps me from drifting away,
Her love is the light and the heat,
Which enables me to grow, to learn,
To love, and play. Her love is the space,
in which I define my shape,
An event horizon I don’t want to escape.
Prompt: Abstract in the style of lowry blended with the aesthetics of Charles rennie macintosh. I have never had time to see, throw me pieces of green, trying to find an answer
Prompt: "Such an erotic image: "Abstract in the style of Catrin Welz-Stein blended with the aesthetics of Charles rennie macintosh. Her love is the gravity that, Keeps me from drifting away, Her love is the light and the heat, Which enables me to grow, to learn, To love, and play. Her love is the space, in which I define my shape, An event horizon I don’t want to escape." great depth of field"
Prompt: "Such an erotic image: "Abstract in the style of miro blended with the aesthetics of Charles rennie macintosh. Her love is the gravity that, Keeps me from drifting away, Her love is the light and the heat, Which enables me to grow, to learn, To love, and play. Her love is the space, in which I define my shape, An event horizon I don’t want to escape." great depth of field"
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: 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: a deranged screaming clown trapped within a glass bottle. The clown is screaming in anguish. The bottle sits in a surreal landscape
Great depth of field.
Prompt: schrodinger's equation iℏdψ(t)dt=Hψ(t) carved into a cliff face. Embossed.
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: Abstract in the style of lowry blended with the aesthetics of Charles rennie macintosh.
Her love is the gravity that,
Keeps me from drifting away,
Her love is the light and the heat,
Which enables me to grow, to learn,
To love, and play. Her love is the space,
in which I define my shape,
An event horizon I don’t want to escape.
Prompt: Abstract in the style of lowry blended with the aesthetics of Charles rennie macintosh.
Her love is the gravity that,
Keeps me from drifting away,
Her love is the light and the heat,
Which enables me to grow, to learn,
To love, and play. Her love is the space,
in which I define my shape,
An event horizon I don’t want to escape.
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.