Prompt: A mysterious scene of a remote log cabin surrounded by a dense forest, located near a calm reflective lake, under a dramatic, swirling lenticular cloud. The sky is filled with dark, ominous clouds and multiple bolts of lightning striking from above. The lenticular cloud has a glowing, ethereal light at its center, casting an eerie illumination on the landscape below. The cabin has a single warm light glowing from its window, contrasting with the stormy environment. The atmosphere feels both serene and chaotic, as nature unleashes its power while the cabin stands quietly in the storm's path.
Prompt: an young soldier is walking in the streeets of a desert city, The wind is blowing black clouds . multi-color woodblock print, Japanese moku hanga style. Ukiyo-e. In the gothic style of Victoria Frances
Modifiers:
fantastic view Surrealism highlighted by sand and particles illuminated by the rays of the sun Zentangle Style dark mood melancholic darkness wild hair @Marina Chistyakova
Prompt: an oil painting of a look down a long snow covered lane, with bare trees on both sides, and sun casting long blue shadows on white snow on the ground by Gustav Klimt, Pierre Bonnard, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, Alex Colville, Georges Seurat
Prompt: The Ocean’s Daughter: Watercolor, wet on wet, red fairy of the ocean, in translucent haloing colors, waves in background by Daniel Merriam, Josephine Wall
Prompt: When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Summer's thunder time of year,
The sound of music in my ears.
Distant bells,
New mown grass smells so sweet.
By the river holding hands,
Roll me up and lay me down.
And if you sit,
Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.
And if you sit,
Don't make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children's laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.
Prompt: Picture a moonlit forest, where silver beams of light filter through a canopy of ancient trees, painting the ground with intricate patterns of shadow and glow. At the heart of this enchanted setting stands a woman who seems born of the night itself. Her gown, a deep sapphire, shimmers faintly with the iridescence of starlight, cascading to the forest floor like a waterfall of midnight silk.
Her hair, a cascade of raven black, flows freely, catching the soft luminescence of the moon and framing her face in gentle waves. Her eyes, luminous and otherworldly, reflect the sky—bright as twin constellations—holding secrets older than the stars.
A faint breeze carries the scent of jasmine, stirring the loose tendrils of her hair and causing her to lift her gaze upward, as if communing with the heavens. In her hands, she cradles a single white flower that seems to glow faintly, its petals as delicate as spun frost. Around her, the forest hums softly—whispers of leaves and the distant call of a nightingale—as though all of nature reveres her presence.
She stands poised yet untouchable, as if she is not just within the forest but an embodiment of its mystery and magic. Time seems to pause, holding its breath, afraid to disturb the perfection of this timeless, moonlit vision.
Prompt: UImagine a swirling dreamscape where the boundaries between earth and sky dissolve into a kaleidoscope of color. A mother, father, and child stand together on a glowing, iridescent field where the grass shimmers like molten jewels—blues, purples, and greens pulsing with life. Above them, the sky is alive, a swirling canvas of neon pinks, electric oranges, and deep indigos, streaked with ribbons of light that ripple and dance like cosmic waves.
The family glows softly, as if the universe itself has lent them its light. The father’s hand rests protectively on the mother’s shoulder, while she cradles the child in her arms. They are wrapped in flowing garments that seem to change color with every movement—silvery fabric that reflects the colors of the surreal world around them.
The child reaches upward, tiny fingers grasping at the air, and with each motion, trails of shimmering stardust unfurl from their hands, blending into the luminous sky. Around them, the air is alive with vibrant, shifting patterns—flowers that open and close like breathing, trees with glowing, liquid trunks that hum with an unearthly rhythm, and glowing insects tracing golden spirals in the air.
The family looks at one another with expressions of pure joy and awe, as if they’re aware they are part of something infinitely larger than themselves. Their love seems to pulse outward, radiating in waves that ripple through the surreal landscape, making the colors grow brighter, the patterns more intricate, and the stars above pulse like the heartbeat of the cosmos. In this psychedelic haven, they are not just a family—they are the essence of unity, glowing threads in the infinite tapestry of existence.
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.
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