Prompt: blond girl with a dress, sitting on her bed in the dark, back arched, many pillows, sad and thoughtful, dim yellow backlight and yellow reflections, highly detailed, digital painting, elegant, 8k, portrait, very attractive, beautiful, dynamic lighting, wallpaper, close up, high definition, cinematic postprocessing, pencil sketch, pixel art, watercolor
Prompt: in a heavy rainy day a young 18 years old pretty and gorgeous green-eyed brunette Caucasian girl stuck in the rain storm in the jungle while holding a big Colocasia Esculenta leaf to avoid the rain drops, splashing the water drops; wearing apple green wet translucent clothes; by Andrew Atroshenko, art by Artgerm and Greg Rutkowski, smooth and Alegent, fantasy, taro trees are surrounded by river, highly detailed, beautiful, crisp quality, very cute, oil painting, DreamShaper 5.0 style, Art by Jean-Baptiste Monge, Tom Bagshaw, Louis Wain
Prompt: Striking beautiful herd of spotted horses (Appaloosa) trotting along the tropical beach, green coconut tree, turquoise water, sand dune, seagulls, fluffy clouds, blue gradient sky, (no more than four legs)
Prompt: Me imperturbe, standing at ease in Nature,
Master of all or mistress of all, aplomb in the midst of irrational things,
Imbued as they, passive, receptive, silent as they,
Finding my occupation, poverty, notoriety, foibles, crimes, less
important than I thought,
Me toward the Mexican sea, or in the Mannahatta or the Tennessee,
or far north or inland,
A river man, or a man of the woods or of any farm-life of these
States or of the coast, or the lakes or Kanada,
Me wherever my life is lived, O to be self-balanced for contingencies,
To confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as
the trees and animals do.
Prompt: The rain to the wind said,
‘You push and I’ll pelt.’
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged–though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.
Prompt: I had been hungry all the years-
My noon had come, to dine-
I, trembling, drew the table near
And touched the curious wine.
'T was this on tables I had seen
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.
I did not know the ample bread,
'T was so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature's dining-room.
The plenty hurt me, 't was so new,--
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.
Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.
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.