Prompt: Pirate monkeys live in a deserted valley under canopies made from the remains of palm trees. There are seven of them: the first is blind, the second is a little cabin boy, the third is crazy, the fourth is a monk, the fifth captain is a surfer with a sword, the sixth is strong, the seventh is cunning.
Prompt: Suprematism, blue-eyed happy adult girl in a summer outfit, wind and color sparcles in her hair, ;cityscape; urban, touristic, Jean-Baptiste Monge
Prompt: Creepy poppy flowers watercolor ink, intricate, in the style of james jean, brian froud, zdzisław beksinski, h. r. giger, hieronymus bosch, hyperdetailed, sharp focus, intricate concept art, digital painting, ambient lighting, 1 6 k, trending on artstation, hq, hyper quality
Prompt: Cute Troll of the forest overgrown with mushrooms,berries,spruce cones, big eyes,headphone, fantasy, intricate, 8k, beautiful, hyperrealistic, ultra detailed, award winning, a masterpiece, reflection in the eyes, hdr, dof, HQ
Prompt: a sensual portrait of a girl. The appearance of the girl: curly long hair, beautiful clothes, lace, in her teeth the girl holds a rose with thorns. super detailed clothes,around night, fantastic light, super detailed look
Prompt: Flower vase made of ice cream, with fine, golden wooden bowls and biomorphic spoons, elegant and highly detailed beautiful table cover on a fine table, dramatic environment.
Prompt: ’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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.