Prompt: A heartwarming scene unfolds in the sunny countryside. In the foreground, a cute black and tan dachshund puppy with big innocent eyes sits happily on the grass, wearing a stylish red paisley bandana around its neck. Beside the puppy rests a large woven wicker basket overflowing with a vibrant assortment of freshly picked berries and fruits – plump strawberries, juicy blueberries, red raspberries, and bunches of grapes spill slightly onto the lush green grass, which is dotted with small, colourful wildflowers.
A winding cobblestone path meanders through the scene, leading up a gentle grassy slope towards a cozy, rustic log cabin nestled among verdant, leafy trees in the background. To the left of the path, parked on the grass, is a blue all-terrain vehicle (ATV / quad bike). It also has a wicker basket attached to its rear rack, suggesting it's been used for gathering.
A traditional wooden post-and-rail fence runs along the right side of the path. Sun rays beam down diagonally from a bright blue sky filled with soft, fluffy white clouds, illuminating the idyllic landscape. The overall style is a bright, cheerful, detailed illustration, almost like a high-quality cartoon or puzzle image, full of warmth and peaceful rural charm. Focus on vibrant colours and a feeling of gentle abundance.
Prompt: A cinematic close-up shot of Leeloo from The Fifth Element. She is staring at a computer screen displaying a rapid montage of war history. Her face is illuminated by the harsh, flickering light of the monitor. Tears are streaming down her cheeks, her expression is one of absolute horror and heartbreak. Messy bright orange bob hair, white thermal bandage outfit. The screen's reflection is visible in her eyes. Dark background, high contrast, emotional atmosphere, photorealistic, 4k.
No danger here, right? The blue jets on the audience's side are for braking. I hope all went well.
Model:
AIVision
Size:
1792 X 1024
(1.84 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A steampunk-inspired airship soaring above a Victorian-era city, with billowing steam, intricate gears, and passengers in elaborate attire gazing at the panoramic view below.
Prompt: Pruzah grohiik do fin med tol rek Vulon. Ful hi kah grah-zey mahfaeraak. Geinok vod, lavkein do feyl. Fen fin sahsun daar monah us. Pah suleyk do zii forel enook.
Prompt: As twilight settled over the land, a dreamscape came to life. A cascading waterfall, adorned with shimmering silver ribbons, cascaded down moss-covered rocks, creating a symphony of sound. The surrounding forest, a tapestry of lush greens, concealed a hidden world of enchantment. Luminescent fireflies emerged, casting a magical glow upon the landscape. Delicate vines and blooming flowers adorned ancient trees, lending an air of whimsy to the scene. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and the distant fragrance of blooming jasmine. A wooden bridge spanned a babbling brook, beckoning wanderers to explore the ethereal beauty that lay beyond. It was a realm that sparked the imagination and transported one to a realm of wonder.
Prompt: Hmm… This cadmium red—too loud. Or is it? Maybe just a whisper along the edge, where the light fractures. Wait—no, the underpainting’s too cool for that. Damn. Should’ve let the burnt sienna dry longer. Now the layers bleed. But… is that a mistake, or a gift?
Look at her eyes. They’re supposed to hold the storm, but they’re flat. Flat as glass. Where’s the depth? More glaze? Or scrape back, risk the texture. God, the canvas is judging me. “You had a vision,” it says. “Where is it?” Shut up. Let me think.
That horizon line—collapsing. Too much ochre. Wait, maybe a slash of ultramarine there, just to… No. Let it breathe. Sometimes the painting tells you what it needs. Or is that just laziness?
Hands are trembling. Coffee. Should’ve had less coffee. Or more. Can’t decide if this is genius or garbage. Both, probably. Always both. The brush feels heavy. Why does the white look so dead? Maybe a touch of Naples yellow. Or—wait—what if I let the raw umber peek through? Imperfection as intention. Sure. Let’s romanticize desperation.
Step back. Too close. Always too close. From here, the composition… It’s unbalanced. That diagonal—needs weight. A shadow? No, a shape. Something organic. A leaf? Too literal. A smear, then. Let it suggest, not declare. Yes. Less control. More trust.
Is this even my voice anymore? Or am I just repeating what the critics said last time? “Bold but unresolved.” Ha. Maybe they were right. Or maybe they’ve never stood here, heart racing, trying to birth a ghost into color.
I mostly lean more towards curiosity than creativity (on my part) with AI stuff, but I do appreciate the approach where people aim to harness AI to express their own creativity.
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.