Prompt: Fine oil painting by Michelangelo, a landscape of the Jordan River, where John the Baptist performed baptisms, many people being baptized and John the Baptist preaching in the background. John the Baptist is a wild man with long hair and a beard, dressed in rough clothing made of camel hair and a leather belt.
Prompt: Perpetual night party. Celestial blue dragons in the whirlpool galaxy, fantastic view, ethereal, concept art, cinematic, blue, turbulent.
I got inspiration from Marianna's dream.
Prompt: hyper-realistic, ornate well rendered, intricate, intricate details, royalty, vibrant,royal Persian mansion on a Tropical island surrounded by flower garden and pool side, cedar tree, sycamore tree very detailed.
Prompt: How can I just let you walk away?
Just let you leave without a trace
When I stand here taking every breath, with you, ooh
You're the only one who really knew me at all
How can you just walk away from me?
When all I can do is watch you leave
'Cos we've shared the laughter and the pain and even shared the tears
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, oh there's just an empty space
And there's nothin' left here to remind me
Just the memory of your face
Ooh, take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And you coming back to me is against the odds
And that's what I've got to face
Instrumental
I wish, I could just make you turn around
Turn around and see me cry
There's so much I need to say to you so many reasons why
You're the only one who really knew me at all
So take a look at me now, well there's just an empty space
And there's nothin' left here to remind me, just the memory of your face
Now take a look at me now, 'cos there's just an empty space
But to wait for you, is all I can do and that's what I've got to face
Take a good look at me now, 'cos I'll still be standin' here
Prompt: Last night I woke alone with a whisper in my ear
Recanting all my aspirations and my fears
And when the sun came up that voice had disappeared
But it would linger on for years
It said "We can't just blame it on our mothers
Claim everything they did was always wrong"
And there ain't no turning back when our train is off its track
And there's nothing we can do but watch it crash (watch it crash)
And there ain't no right and wrong when we know it won't be long
And there's nothing we can do but watch it crash
So mercy, mercy, mercy me
Praying for the death of a man I'll never meet
Though everyone will know the truth they'll still just make believe
Mercy mercy me
"We can't just blame it on our mothers
Claim everything they did was always wrong"
And there ain't no turning back when our train is off its track
And there's nothing we can do but watch it crash (watch it crash)
And there ain't no right and wrong when we know it won't be long
And there's nothing we can do but watch it crash
So mercy, mercy, mercy me
Praying for the death of a man I'll never meet
Prompt: Breathing in the dark, lying on its side
The ruins of the day painted with a scar
And the more I straighten out, the less it wants to try
The feelings start to rot, one wink at a time
Oh-oh, forgiving who you are, for what you stand to gain
Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
When you get out of bed, don't end up stranded
Horrified with each stone on the stage, my little dark age
Picking through the cards, knowing what's nearby
The carvings on the face say they find it hard
And the engine's failed again, all limits of disguise
The humor's not the same, coming from denial
Oh-oh, I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
I know that if you hide, it doesn't go away
If you get out of bed and find me standing all alone
Open-eyed, burn the page, my little dark age
I grieve in stereo, the stereo sounds strange
You know that if it hides, it doesn't go away
If I get out of bed, you'll see me standing all alone
Horrified on the stage, my little dark age
Giddy with delight, seeing what's to come
The image of the dead, dead ends in my mind
I know my friends and I would probably turn and run
If you get out of bed, come find us
Prompt: There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the Druid to the thief
There's too much confusion
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Well, uh, outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey
Prompt: Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home?
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
I have become comfortably numb
Okay (okay, okay, okay)
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more, ah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
Prompt: A wistful child standing in a dark and ominous garden, mixed media, patchwork, quaint, Goth, black and white textures, splashes of red, by Aubrey Beardsley, by Tomasz Setowski, by Iwona Lifsches
Prompt: Bruce Pennington style. A deteriorated picturesque medieval village. The wreck of a decaying sailing ship rests on that empty place. Ruins of multistory houses around that place. The streets are covered with tall shrubs.
Prompt: Art by Cameron Gray, Mark Ryden, Brian Froud, Zdzisław Beksinski, futuristic Xenos, insectoid spaceship captain with space goggles, claws, and only one hand showing, "art style that combines the elegance of line art with the vibrancy of watercolor wash,highly detailed, with sharp focus and smooth transitions, dynamic and highly polished, influenced by the works of Carne Griffiths, Wadim Kashim, and Carl Larsson. In the style of Carne Griffiths, Wadim Kashim , Carl Larsson , and Pascal Blanche, with the artwork capturing the essence of a matte painting concept art. The overall feeling is highly polished and elegant, by Jacob Lawrence and Francis picabia, perfect composition, beautiful detailed, intricate, insanely detailed octane render trending on artstation, 8 k artistic photography, photo-realistic,
Prompt: Banff National Park in Alberta Canada landscape scene painted in the style of Lucius Richard O'Brien, flowers blooming in a meadow on a Springtime afternoon with mountains in the distance, natural greens and blues with some earth tones and brightly-colored plants and flowers, no framing or borders,
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.