Prompt: LAMA DANG GÖNPO JETSUN JAMPAL YANG LA CHAK TSAL LO GANG GI LODRÖ DRIP NYI TRIN DRAL NYI TAR NAMDAK RAB SAL WÉ JI NYÉ DÖN KUN JI SHYIN ZIK CHIR NYI KYI TUK KAR LEK BAM DZIN GANG DAK SI PÉ TSÖN RAR MA RIK MUN TUM DUK NGEL GYI ZIR WÉ DRO TSOK KUN LA BU CHIK TAR TSÉ YEN LAK DRUK CHU YANG DEN SUNG DRUK TAR CHER DROK NYÖN MONG NYI LONG LÉ KYI CHAK DROK DROL DZÉ CHING MA RIK MUN SEL DUK NGEL NYUGU JI NYÉ CHÖ DZÉ REL DRI NAM DÖ NÉ DAK CHING SA CHÜI TAR SÖN YÖNTEN LÜ DZOK GYALSÉ TU WÖI KU CHU TRAK CHU DANG CHU NYI GYEN DRÉ DAK LÖI MUN SEL JAMPÉ YANG LA DÜ OM A RA PA TSA NA DHIH
Prompt: attractive muscular man with long red hair, short red beard, spiked black vest, leather pants with chains, knee high leather boots, black and red metal wings. flying through a cyberpunk city at night with vivid lights. smooth anime
Prompt: Insanely detailed realistic digital painting of a giant, giantess, gigantic, gorgeous woman aged 23 stunning body standing over her busy miniature-sized street. Appearance: full body portrait, wearing t-shirt, jeans, drops of water on her skin; ultra realistic; Styles: romantic, magical, dreamy; Techniques: digital; Colors: vivid pastel, natural; Descriptive terms: enchanting, ethereal, otherworldly; by Artists: Michael Whelan, Tyler Edlin; 8K 3D
Modifiers:
digital painting Award winning photography bright studio setting intricate 4k light reflections Ultra realistic
Prompt: One day I climbed inside my body’s cave
Homeless, my hair electrified with terror
I walked inside that desert
Where sleeping lions lean against each other like cathedrals
Their spines aurora borealis
Their mouths and eyes stoppered
With a Niagara of sand,
Where only desert nomads know the burning of soft snow.
In my body’s cave I found a hermit
Dead, undecayed, with hands mirrored in prayer on his breast
His face turned towards the sunrise;
I touched him and breathed in the gunpowder dust.
The lions had not devoured him
The vultures had not picked clean his bones
The snakes had not spun themselves around him
Nothing would feed on that scentless corpse
Resting like an ancient foetus.
I watched him as a woman’s savage cry cut through me –
Who gave birth to you amongst lions forgotten by God,
Who can hear you crumbling in the emptiness,
Who can feel you burning like a torch wrung inside out,
Coarse diamond hermit,
Your beard growing further even now, past the soles of your feet
Your beard that will be my bed for as long as I am shuttered here
Or if I never leave
The beard that will be my wedding dress, my virgin death.
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.