Prompt: Duchess and her dog in a Jacques de Loustal, Eyvind Earle Southwest Scene, hi-res, 8k, graphic, highly detailed, sharp focus, intricate, poster, AI-Generated Art of Eyvind Earle monument valley desert scene, very finely drawn trees, Picasso, peinture à l'huile d'un beau paysage avec lac d'eau clair,
38% Van Gogh, In the style of Kazumasa Nagai, sumi-e art Modifiers: elegant illustration, bright setting, intricate, beautiful, hyper realistic, high definition, abstract, coherent, woodblock print, graceful, 4k, HDR, silk screen print
Prompt: (in full growth), (Legend of Mana style), beautiful female blonde character in Perl rococo dress by Luis Royo, HDR ON, Deep Dark Saturated Colors in tones of cobalt lemon and velvet crimson, magic, cinematic lighting
Prompt: Whimsical women dancing in an alpine meadow, patina of ancient stone with moss, art brut, moody, somber, desaturated colors, in the style of Paul Klee, Arthur Rackham
Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board
Model:
Stable (v2)*
Size:
1088 X 832
(0.91 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Ships at a distance have every man’s wish on board, 1937. Woodcut print by Ian MacNab. No frame. Very fine line detail. distant sails, blustery day, rocky foreground
Prompt: The 1970s reggae concert embraced the night with a luminous tapestry of colors. Cyan and azure flowed in tranquil harmony, while warm ambers and fiery oranges exuded passionate energy. Vibrant greens and yellows evoked tropical landscapes, indigo and violet brought introspection, and prismatic rainbows fused music and light into an otherworldly spectacle. A symphony of hues and rhythms united, transcending entertainment to become a profound artistic journey.
Prompt: Sasquatch first man we see bigfoot standing powerful and he's so cool under all them shade trees blessed be, pendragon magical, spell forged source code pentagram, intricate energy bursts, reflections of fire, hyper-detailed work, complex, colorful, polished in the style of Daniel Merriam, Brian Froud, Josephine Wall, Catherine Abel style Raphael
Prompt: On those nights where the sweet poisons
Of loneliness running through the streets
I love to spoil myself.
One breathes duller and one has visions
And black spiders come out of the street holes
In the haze of red wine, snot and greed.
The tired hookers are leaning against the doors
Like rotten fruit, crushable and spoiled.
Music sounds from the ideal worlds.
The air is filled with syphilis boils,
And in the four-poster beds the lust has died,
The far too many ordered to the menu.
In these nights a longing grabs me
That comes like a fire to all the crap
And wander through the tangles of my soul.
But I'm not trying to catch myself
'Cause it sure is a crime
Not to be as broken as everyone else.
Dead people hang on some window crosses,
Who won't die for a year or two.
Life drains away down the gutter.
A salvation armist reads the ten commandments.
You are fed up and lie down to die.
But there is not enough time even to die.
A people in agony, and yet it lives
Under the mask dead like those fish
Which shine again just before they end.
And in the last few moves it floats
Once more over the swamp in all freshness
And shows you radian
Prompt: On those nights where the sweet poisons
Of loneliness running through the streets
I love to spoil myself.
One breathes duller and one has visions
And black spiders come out of the street holes
In the haze of red wine, snot and greed.
The tired hookers are leaning against the doors
Like rotten fruit, crushable and spoiled.
Music sounds from the ideal worlds.
The air is filled with syphilis boils,
And in the four-poster beds the lust has died,
The far too many ordered to the menu.
In these nights a longing grabs me
That comes like a fire to all the crap
And wander through the tangles of my soul.
But I'm not trying to catch myself
'Cause it sure is a crime
Not to be as broken as everyone else.
Dead people hang on some window crosses,
Who won't die for a year or two.
Life drains away down the gutter.
A salvation armist reads the ten commandments.
You are fed up and lie down to die.
But there is not enough time even to die.
A people in agony, and yet it lives
Under the mask dead like those fish
Which shine again just before they end.
And in the last few moves it floats
Once more over the swamp in all freshness
And shows you radian
Prompt: On those nights where the sweet poisons
Of loneliness running through the streets
I love to spoil myself.
One breathes duller and one has visions
And black spiders come out of the street holes
In the haze of red wine, snot and greed.
The tired hookers are leaning against the doors
Like rotten fruit, crushable and spoiled.
Music sounds from the ideal worlds.
The air is filled with syphilis boils,
And in the four-poster beds the lust has died,
The far too many ordered to the menu.
In these nights a longing grabs me
That comes like a fire to all the crap
And wander through the tangles of my soul.
But I'm not trying to catch myself
'Cause it sure is a crime
Not to be as broken as everyone else.
Dead people hang on some window crosses,
Who won't die for a year or two.
Life drains away down the gutter.
A salvation armist reads the ten commandments.
You are fed up and lie down to die.
But there is not enough time even to die.
A people in agony, and yet it lives
Under the mask dead like those fish
Which shine again just before they end.
And in the last few moves it floats
Once more over the swamp in all freshness
And shows you radian
Prompt: On those nights where the sweet poisons
Of loneliness running through the streets
I love to spoil myself.
One breathes duller and one has visions
And black spiders come out of the street holes
In the haze of red wine, snot and greed.
The tired hookers are leaning against the doors
Like rotten fruit, crushable and spoiled.
Music sounds from the ideal worlds.
The air is filled with syphilis boils,
And in the four-poster beds the lust has died,
The far too many ordered to the menu.
In these nights a longing grabs me
That comes like a fire to all the crap
And wander through the tangles of my soul.
But I'm not trying to catch myself
'Cause it sure is a crime
Not to be as broken as everyone else.
Dead people hang on some window crosses,
Who won't die for a year or two.
Life drains away down the gutter.
A salvation armist reads the ten commandments.
You are fed up and lie down to die.
But there is not enough time even to die.
A people in agony, and yet it lives
Under the mask dead like those fish
Which shine again just before they end.
And in the last few moves it floats
Once more over the swamp in all freshness
And shows you radian
Prompt: caucasian human medieval fantasy homeless bard with long white hair and beard, he has a big body and he is handsome, he has a guitar in his back, brown and torn clothes, standing pose
Prompt: Mythical cosmic midnight Dachshund guardian of time and space, lots of moons, stormy space surreal clouds. The Dachshund glows cyan ghost like, the colors of the universe are purple, lime, and pink.
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.