Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
Prompt: The phenomenon of dreams that seem to last weeks from my perception have returned. It is hard to feel rested when you wake after having been gone for a long time. It takes me a little while to resync with what is reality. What was a dream and what are real memories. I get to go on these interesting and surreal journeys to places that have never existed. When I awake after a long journey, I can be disoriented and not sure where I am. The mood of that journey can have reaching effects into my day. If it is traumatic, my day can be disrupted by the very real trauma endured by the mind.
Prompt: The phenomenon of dreams that seem to last weeks from my perception have returned. It is hard to feel rested when you wake after having been gone for a long time. It takes me a little while to resync with what is reality. What was a dream and what are real memories. I get to go on these interesting and surreal journeys to places that have never existed. When I awake after a long journey, I can be disoriented and not sure where I am. The mood of that journey can have reaching effects into my day. If it is traumatic, my day can be disrupted by the very real trauma endured by the mind.
Prompt: The scene unfolds in the vast expanse of a desert landscape, where the sun hangs low in the sky, casting long shadows across the shifting sands. The air shimmers with heat, creating a mirage-like quality that distorts the boundaries between reality and illusion.
A lone figure emerges from the shimmering heat haze, their silhouette wavering as if caught between worlds. Clad in flowing robes adorned with intricate patterns reminiscent of ancient symbols, they move with a graceful fluidity that belies their earthly form.
In the distance, a towering rock formation rises from the desert floor like a monolithic sentinel, its jagged peaks reaching towards the heavens with a sense of solemn reverence. Ancient petroglyphs adorn its weathered surface, their meaning lost to all but those initiated into the mysteries of the desert. Shadows dance across the rock face, their movements synchronized with the rhythmic pulse of the desert itself.
In this surreal tableau of desert mysticism, the boundaries between the mundane and the magical blur, inviting the viewer to embark on a journey of self-discovery and transcendence. The desert becomes a canvas upon which the mysteries of the universe are writ large, waiting to be unlocked by those who dare to venture into its depths.
Inspired by Carlos Castaneda's works.
Prompt: In the heart of an ancient, crumbling monastery, a lone figure stands amidst the ruins. The once-majestic structure now lies in decay, its walls adorned with moss and vines, whispering tales of a bygone era. The setting sun casts a warm, golden glow through the broken stained glass windows, creating a surreal and dreamlike atmosphere.
The central character, a middle-aged woman dressed in a simple, white linen dress, stands with her back towards the viewer. Her hair, a cascade of silver and gold, blends seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. She appears lost in thought, her hands clasped together as if in prayer or contemplation. Her eyes are closed, as if listening to the whispers of time itself.
In the background, the vast landscape unfolds, revealing a tranquil lake that mirrors the setting sun. The water's surface shimmers with a myriad of colors, reflecting the monastery's vibrant past. A solitary swan glides across the water, its graceful form a testament to the enduring beauty of nature.
The air is thick with silence, punctuated by the distant sound of a bell tolling from a nearby village. The wind gently rustles the leaves, carrying with it the echoes of forgotten stories and the secrets of the earth.
Symbolism and metaphor are woven into the scene. The monastery represents the impermanence of human endeavors, while the woman symbolizes the search for meaning and connection in a world that is constantly changing. The swan, with its ethereal beauty and grace, signifies the fragility and resilience of the human spirit.
The composition is slow and deliberate, inviting the viewer to linger and immerse themselves in the scene. The long shot captures the vastness of the landscape, emphasizing the insignificance of human existence in the grand scheme of things. The muted colors and soft, diffused light create a sense of serenity and introspection.
Inspired by Andrei Tarkovsky's timeless works.
Prompt: Beautiful very small bush of forget-me-nots in spring forest, motes, upscale, luxurious, real landscape, in the style of Albert Joseph Penaud, jj fu, +36.5mm f0 cinematic quality, sharp focus, studio photo, intricate details, vibrant colors, spring greenery , high detail. Full UHD 32K with 16:9 aspect ratio.
Prompt: In a barren, war-torn, bomb-and-fire-ravaged Ukrainian landscape, a skull whose bones resemble parched earth lies gazing upward, cracks in its surface revealing a living oasis within. In this oasis, a smaller figure dances freely among lush greenery and flowing water, symbolizing the inner sanctum of freedom and enlightenment. The simple background contrasts with the brightness of the oasis, and the arms of the larger figure gently embrace her, nurturing this inner peace. Life flourishes around the small figure and represents the growth of the soul as it frees itself from spiritual limitations. The scene is rich with high-resolution textures, vibrant greenery, detailed hand images and dynamic lighting that highlight the beauty of the oasis. This image is in full Full UHD 32K resolution with 16:9 aspect ratio to capture the intricate details and colors of this transformative moment.
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.